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

sleepless too

and become

the loneliest thing

in the universe.”

― Sanober Khan

Coldest Kiss


Coldest Kiss


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”

In Season


In Season


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

Full Circle


Full Circle


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


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