Posted in Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Relationships, Society, tagged afterglow, angels, away, before, break, cling, clouds, dawn, earth, evening, extinguish, flame, hours, intimate, long, love, marks, minutes, moments, moon, night, parch, pass, pellet, poem, poetry, presence, promises, pulsate, radiate, rain, rinse, sea, shepherd, silence, softness, storm, surrender, sweet, talk, tenderness, transience, warmth, whispers, words, youth on February 22, 2013| Leave a Comment »
The storm had passed
and left pellet marks of rain
to my parched earth. An afterglow
radiating and pulsating
with warmth of whispers
and silent promises
about the sea of softness
under the night clouds.
Like the shepherd moon
it clings in the presence of moments,
of minutes and hours, sweet
love talk by the angels of youth.
Words, words I have to rinse away
thereafter- extinguish this flame.
Long before the dawn breaks
the transience of tenderness.
My intimate surrender.
Posted in Art Scene, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Science, Society, Travel, tagged ache, across, chance, chill, clouds, cycle, dewdrops, find, gloom, glsiten, heart, hide, lay, leaving, length, light, little, map, moon, night, orbit, poem, poetry, probe, protection, room, secrets, shepherd, show, silhouette, skin, sky, slip, stars, tether, trace, Travel, unending, veil, wait, wane, want, wind on February 16, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Your orbit may find you
in an unending cycle of hiding
and showing up across the sky.
Like a shepherd tethered
to your protection I slip
a chance and probe the map
where you lay all your secrets.
The night clouds veil
a silhouette of gloom
while wind chills my heart
and waits until the waning light
travels the length of this room.
Leaving a trace of dewdrops
glistening of little stars
to my skin aching and wanting.
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Society, Travel, tagged again, air, away, balloon, being, breathe, catch, city, clouds, dreams, drifting, exhaled, existence, face, farther, float, found, here, hidden, hollow, linger, live, maze, miles, now, One, past, play, poem, poetry, reality, reveal, roof, see, skin, soul, street, survival, waiting, who, within on November 16, 2012| 8 Comments »
A balloon hollow as air
I float miles farther away
no one could catch me.
I’m not here. Drifting
past the roofs of cities
and a maze of streets.
No one could see me now.
Lingering among clouds,
playing with dreams,
breathing a reality
of existing to survive.
In a skin I lived in
may not reveal who
a being- hidden within.
A face. A soul waiting
to be exhaled
and found again.
Posted in Art Scene, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Religion, Science, Society, Travel, tagged asleep, awake, axis, bed, blossom, closer, clouds, cotton, crest, daydream, dot, ebb, edge, embrace, flow, fluff, free, fringe, full, grass, green, heaven, hills, made, past, poem, poetry, poppy, red, reverie, self, shadow, shift, soft, spirit, splash, sun, swirl, trees, under, velvet, white, wide, wind, world on February 8, 2012| 12 Comments »
From the grass bed,
cotton fluffs of white
swirling past
shadowy ebbs
and crests
of green hills.
Dots of trees
fringe the edges
of reverie in the wind.
I’m wide awake
asleep
daydream embracing
splashes of red
soft velvety blossom
full under
the warm sun.
Free spirit flowing
with the world
shifting its axis
closer
to self-made heaven.
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Society, tagged absorb, air, away, between, break, chameleon, clearing, cloak, closer, clouds, cobwebs, disgust, divide, doubt, down, everyday, eyes, fill, flesh, frost, honesty, inch, intention, keep, me, mirror, moondust, naked, need, night, opaque, part, pass, poem, poetry, refract, reptile, sandblast, seen, shadow, shield, sincerity, skin, slight, smoke, something, squeeze, stark, stranger, strip, thoughts, through, transparent, understand, unlock, us, visible, want, way, wear, words, you on April 30, 2010| 26 Comments »
Here I am, intending to break
your mirror in my disgust.
By letting you understand
my need to understand you.
I am squeezing and inching
my way closer to your smoky eyes.
As I am trying to pass through
but you won’t absorb. Me.
There’s a part of you
I can’t unlock. You won’t
let me fill. I am a stranger.
You shield something away
like the night clouds. That even
the slight sincerity of words
were moondust refracted
into the air. I keep on clearing
the cobwebs of frosted thoughts
and sand-blasted shadows
of doubt between us.
Let me stripped you down
stark naked. Fleshing you
out of your reptilian skin.
Your chameleon cloak you keep
on wearing everyday I don’t need.
What needs to be visible- be seen,
transparent and undividing.
I want your honesty.
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Narrative of the Wounded
Posted in Books, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Poetry, Politics, Relationships, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, tagged ache, against, backdrop, bandage, bitter, blood, bullets, captive, char, clouds, color, dark, discontent, edge, emotions, fighting, floating, flow, fray, freedom, grafitti, hand, held, hemorrhage, history, hope, house, innocence, lean, logical, loyalty, man, narrative, paint, passages, peace, poem, poetry, rhetoric, ruins, sanity, scar, seasons, soak, spiritual, stop, streams, sunlight, surface, vivid, war, weather, white, winning, within, wood, wounded, wrap on September 20, 2013| 2 Comments »
Wood scars fray the edges of a sanity-
house paint color gave up its loyalty
to the surface weathered by seasons.
I am a man who leans against the backdrop
of grafittis’ with vivid emotions of discontent.
About an aching hand, bloodied by history
wrapped in white bandages soaked
in spiritual rhetoric. It didn’t stop
the bitter flow. This hemorrhage.
While bullets of sunlight streams within
dark passages to freedom fighting,
floating clouds above charred ruins.
The innocence held captive
in the hopes of winning
a logical war for a bitter peace.
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