Friday, December 26, 2014




Creation

How does your heart stop?
Does it have the discipline to be your ally?
Or does it sink you when you needed to survive a pounce?

How does it leap from pulse to pulse when his touch teases you?
How does it infuse you with life when his many kisses please you?

How does it jump and echo
When he says your name,
Or looks you in the eye?
In those moments...

When he communicates with things that words don’t say?


Thursday, December 18, 2014

SOUNDBITE

With you

    I abandon

        all my mental maps.


Lost in the whirlwinds of the north

Blessed by the stars of the distant south


Invited by the dizzying foray


of a tormented heart


This is where my soul will rest.


Monday, December 15, 2014

A CYNIC


Split-seconds from salvation,
          she walks away.
Pulls down the curtain to lie in bed all day
A dreamless slumber is her desperate prayer.


“Danger, just turn around and close your heart.
Announce no more pain
Or lessons from the past.


Reeling…
    And feeling
               Oh, so lost in this fairground of hearts.
         



Sunday, December 7, 2014






Anthem



My breath quits,
I will not resist.
You are the ghost who whispers into my ears
Who propels my pen 
    in every prose that I write.
And the melody 
    in every sonata that I play.

You drove the winds that made me swoon
By birth, 
My death, 
My rapture  --- 
My every cathartic heartbeat in between.

The unassuming, UNKNOWING, unnatural force
     that swept me from the tide.
My Haute Monde of villains
     who made me unmask and pour out
All the darkest colors into
     These paintings that I cast.

Wind my key, 
I am ever willing
To paint a thousand new pictures of you!


Friday, November 21, 2014


An Ode


Please see me, in this black water where I hide
Because I’m still composing HER
My awkward invention
To lay out a nocturnal prose
That I can carry in flight
Like a jar of light when reality’s winds are harsh
Like a balm I rub on my psyche whenever I feel like I’ll only live for a day
Like a sacred oil I’ll anoint my soul
Once it’s time to sink in the horizon
The essence of me would still thank you
      even when I am no more.
Because once, you blessed me from the black waters
An Ode that I’ll write,
     Yes, “I lived that life before.”

Thursday, November 13, 2014

We Are Reborrowed!




ON MEMORY ---
Pain has nothing on us. 
We stand smiling
Spirit and bone
We stand free
We stand alone

We’re in tandem with time
And holding court with our wayward child
Even if it cries from that mortal pinch
It grows a halo from any wretched trial.


And so ON OUR MEMORY,
You can always take a stab
Because all your insults, and all your jokes
Dissolve in our cerebral life like smoke
Even if we constantly break our begging bowls



One feeble call,
with a flimsy cloud in hand

Archaic, unmoved...

WE ARE REBORROWED!



Will THE MUNDANE MINUTES MULTIPLIED BY THE CRUEL HOURS
Find us just being dropped
Into this moment?
Stay!
Go!
I don’t know.
This is a risk that we take.
WE ARE REBORROWED!

Saturday, November 8, 2014

WE ARE REBORROWED!




One feeble call, with a flimsy cloud in hand
Archaic, unmoved...
We are REBORROWED!


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

We are Re-borrowed

Will THE MUNDANE MINUTES 
MULTIPLIED BY THE CRUEL HOURS Find us being dropped Into this moment? Stay!
Go! I don’t know! This is a risk we take.



Meet You at the Crashing Of the Waves




Meet You at the Crashing Of the Waves

Harken, stand still, yes, upright ---
Heathens in their delight!
Unbrookable silence of the HURRIED CHILD.

Arms, sweat, salt and sky
Choreograph a silent soiree of feeble minds
Let’s take this out in this harsh encounter
Under the turbulent clouds

There’s split-seconds away from salvation…
Don’t let it take you!
The rich dark blues are waiting on this endless waltz.

Come out of the woodlands and spill
That liter of light!

My pail is full of insects and worn out lace
And besides ----
The sun kept beating down on my rain-torn vessels.
Damnation has nothing on truthful moments

Would you ---
Turn left, or turn right?
Do we acquiesce the plan that has been laid?

Relax,  even if the water carries out to nothing
But a brittle twig
No judgment or damnation awaits
BUT JUST TELL ME WHAT I’VE FORGOTTEN.