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Desolated, some will wander

into places made of walls.

Windowless rooms where no one calls

and light escapes into rainbows

far away,

other’s lives, here it aches

and it’s cold

in the dark, in decay

desolated, some will come

to these places made of walls-


July 20, 2019

“The heart can get really cold if all you’ve known is winter.”

― Benjamin Alire Sáenz

This Restlessness


This Restlessness


Love did not appease

this restlessness

that hangs in my heart,

a lighthouse in a distance

guiding me towards illusive shores.

And when will it give, if so far

from this flesh my mind soars

 high above, but this need

won’t placate.

Ashes will rise and fall

while memories are stranded

 in this restlessness

that hangs in my heart.


July 17, 2019

“Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun’s melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.”

― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha





I am a sunset

painting shades

of orange gold

to be remembered,


I stamp my print

on shifting sands

defining moments

I cannot hold

the rising tide,


 I am a rush of wants

in someone’s eyes,

the stormy clouds

across the skies,


I am


July 16, 2019

“One clear moment, one of trance

One missed step, one perfect dance

One missed shot, one and only chance

Life is all…but one fleeting glance.”

― Sanober Khan

It Tended Well


It Tended Well


It tended well,

spring came home to nest in dreams

where love once grew near flowing streams

of words, and more than once

among these words the joy of rhyme

made all believe it could be mine,

to keep and be amidst this place

so filled with pain and love entwined.

It tended well,

when winds of fall slowly replaced

the love and dreams I once embraced

with sadness worn across my heart

for things that passed,

and words seemed hard

to mend and sort amidst this place

so filled with hope and love entwined.

It tended well,

then winter froze the flow of wants

desires lost in broken arms

where love once laid in tender hold,

now words just fade

when softly left amidst this place

so filled with loss and love entwined-


July 9, 2019

“Like a speeding train

I am passing by…

I don’t know

where I’m heading

with whom or why

all I know is that

I will never, ever

pass from here again

all I know is I’m skidding forward

on this track of life.”

― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest





How deep it goes,

a bottomless pit of regrets,

in passing the fluttering sound

these memories make-

In one breath I keep gasping

my chest feeling barren and cold

and my heart weak and old

soon forgets how it felt

to live life in between

 each heartbeat-


June 27, 2019

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”

― Søren Kierkegaard

The Fade of Things


The Fade of Things


My skin does not reflect the light,

colors lost in the grayish setting of this day

as I walk among forgotten flowers.

Was there an answer to those dreams?

The water soiled with copper coins it seems

to keep and give us change in wishes gone,

and there are no answers, we bind ourselves

to things that were, the ones that stayed

for we don’t know from hereon

how to walk straight, spreading wings

that never known how far to fly.

Then look again, for I’m still here

among those long-forgotten flowers

with vibrant colors that fade away,

and If I once my presence known

I’m bound to slowly disappear-


June 22, 2019

“We are nothing but shadows

Fading away

Trying to hold on to

This bittersweet life

That we call our own…”

― Ricky Mears





What do I have, not lost in this shuffle of days,

love, a once blooming flower between pages

dried up like memories I still retain.

What did I find in the pleasure and the pain

of my heartbeats, an illusionary ending if alone

I watch this sunset and my eyes glaze

with a perpetual want that won’t satisfy

these dreams lingering on my pillow.

Oh, but death so alluring as a final feat

to entertain the possibilities of beyond

like a sweet drug that keeps me high

craving the beginning of an end

while I contemplate this life,

to understand my transformation flows

within the ashes of defeat-


June 21, 2019

“There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.”

― Shannon L. Alder





Oh, sweet life,

How moments of clarity shine within

these brief glimpses of future, uncertain,

but knowing if everything is gone

I am left with just ashes and sin-


June 22, 2019

“Who gathers the withered rose?”

― William Faulkner