Unsatisfied I carry baggage, sagging flesh

and brittle bones weight heavy at times,

why question god’s well-made designs

if humanity lives on, lost along the ity

in the broken lives, human just a pity

if we can’t ever start afresh-


And there are moments, pumping blood

runs with joy and I breathe,

and I feel, but I seethe

at the injustice of being flesh, who I am

doesn’t matter, poor design being a man

unsatisfied, dragging baggage in the mud.


Happiness Reserved


Happiness Reserved


Sometimes I feel happiness is reserved

for non-broken souls, and I see you searching

in places unknown, waiting to be served

at the table, every time you are flirting

between life and death, in the broken parts

searching for what’s lost

when you go on hurting,

better yet prepare for whatever cost

if happiness is reserved for non-broken hearts.






In autumn nights a chilling air now brings

a lacking left in summer heat,

the soothing waves that once caressed

my lonely skin became my lover,

the roaring sea that gave me wings

and made me dream of distant places

another time to rediscover-

And dreams alone will warm my bed

in colder nights that lay ahead

a life which time erases,

with kisses gone among the waves

in autumn nights I count the graves

while holding on to faces-


Four Lives


Four Lives


Where does life go with turns and bends?

Twisted road we follow searching

unknown shores until everything ends,

among ruins we rise again and again

becoming anew in between lives.

1st Life

The beginning of an end nowhere on sight

immortality with every sunrise

when death a curiosity only at night

bringing fears we didn’t understand

while life went on as we planned.


First love, the one to remember

with a kiss stolen between heartbeats,

disillusions found in tears, defeats

learned to let go of what was mine

when bounded I was to surrender

my life to the passing of time.

2nd Life

New horizons tempting my hidden fears

unable to understand the sound

of new sights, strange world found

in the cruelty of my skin, blind no more

to the innocence of life I found tears

stained dreams, not a child anymore.

3rd Life

And I found my seeds planted deep

bearing fruit in gardens left unattended,

vines crawling everywhere, pretended

intentions kept out of the warm in my heart-

We grew cold, kisses became cheap

and I let life pass for another start.

4th Life

Freedom will find its way on distant shores

driven by new dreams of mortality,

accepting the lacking found in my reality

I will walk into my sunset and transcend

my bones and skin to open doors

engraved with the words,

The End







Easier to live hanging on to the before

than to swallow the here and now

You always told me life was how

we made our way to the forever,

broken years that passed you never

said how far to reach the shore.


Easier holding on to what was then

when life seemed an endless road

of happiness and love stowed

in places deep within,

but never said when to begin

as never knew it was to end.






Sometimes I say goodbye and go nowhere

but the word just feels right on my tongue

with a sense of passing and strong emotions

if I say goodbye and could go somewhere.


Not too many reasons holding back I found

like the wind that goes anywhere it wants

I can freely choose when to say goodbye

even when tomorrow I will still around.


I could say goodbye maybe another day

for the word alone set my life in motion

if what’s left behind doesn’t really matter

I could say goodbye even when I stay.


Left behind


Left Behind


When left behind, I learned the subtle hush

that comes with being alone,

the silent voice inside my head-

And then I learned a lacking known

to those who tasted life’s sweet rush,

the flavors found in passing love

that left a trail of pain instead

when left me alone thereof-


When left behind, I learned how time

would play the clocks,

it marked its days across my face

while waiting here if someone knocks

I turn my words into these rhymes

and play the songs my soul defined,

alone to quietly retrace

the love that passed, when left behind.