sadness like caramelo swirls around
inside my words, so sweet it tastes
this lonesome way,
it sticks and quietly waits
inside my words, a softest sound,
its all that becomes real,
this lonesome way
rolls slowly down
a single teal-
October 22, 2019
“Poems can get
the loneliest thing
in the universe.”
― Sanober Khan
There is ecstasy underneath the pain
of a coldest kiss, a fantasy born in the dark
between shadows, a lifeless spark
leaves me thirsty and longing forever-
But kiss me I implore!
I am tired and old
and life does not play anymore
where you are in love with this soul-
October 20, 2019
“What died in that room was not that woman. What has died is the last breath in me that was human.”
( Louis) Ann Rice “Interview with a Vampire”
Summer said goodbye-
Not the heat but the season dressed
in shifting winds and leaves adrift
that reminds me time is swift.
I am but memories collected
which defines me, without them
I am hollow and empty,
an illusion my cells infected
with dreams of eternity.
October 11, 2019
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
― Ernest Dowson
I tender this anchor
knowing there is no forever-
When will I be released into the ether
to roam freely among the clouds?
I’ll become light, an energy bearer,
the breasts of heavenly mother.
Release me from these shrouds
that binds me tight to this anchor
I carefully tender,
I’ll be gone one way or another
and freedom lies within surrender!
October 1, 2019
“One does not surrender a life in an instant. That which is lifelong can only be surrendered in a lifetime.”
― Elisabeth Elliot
In a sparkling smile a fountain of youth hides
reminiscent of times where innocence lived on
dirt smudged skin and bared feet.
Stretching high on tip toes under island heat
I could see the ocean on both sides
while dreams took hold of puffy clouds
that tasted sweet like sugar cane.
How far carried by the strongest currents
this circle almost complete leaves me longing
for a dreamless night along the ocean,
the sound of those waves where belonging
my soul begs for peace from these scars
gathered along the way.
Stretching high on tip toes standing on the ashes
I could almost see across the stars.
September 24, 2019
“Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.”
― Anais Nin
Stirred and Shaken
Not broken, just stirred and shaken,
twisted, bent in shapes and formed
to what was said, to conform,
my finality spelled in the dark
behind rooms stained in shades
of vague dreams, not mine perhaps.
And then to see, this spark
to light a torch, the constant traps
laid out with time,
not broken, just stirred and shaken.
September 22, 2019
“We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.”
― Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns