Life Stream




Life Stream


Where do you begin in the stream of life?

It feels forever is lost inside the beauty

of impregnated words I find

between rhymes that you easily invoke-

May I love you without knowing your face

or the tone of your skin, without ever being mine?

I can love with the heat of a sun setting passion aflame

or the flapping of wings of the Adonis blue,

I can love you in my clumsiness or my grace

with every exhale casting spells in your name

and every gesture reserved just for you

through the times where you always begin

by the endless words in a stream of your life-


“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.”

― Richard Wright,






Words exhausted cease to exist

twenty six in shapes to choose

if my tongue pronounce insist

then I need to check my muse.

What is there for me to write

when no love is there to see

where no one to kiss in spite

of my search from land to sea.

I could write about temptation

and the swing of silk like hips

or just search my imagination

for the perfect pair of lips.

Only words not hard to find

if twenty seven in my past

for a life so much entwined

in the words my passion cast.


Time’s Way

Time has a way of diluting my dreams

and making my hopes and wishes falter,

as I walk through life with a quiet saunter

time has a way of diluting my dreams.


Time has a way of making me forget

the faces and stories keeping me alive,

as I try in vain all my dreams revive

time has a way of making me forget.

Time has a way of leaving me alone

in the midst of all with no one to hold,

as it all runs out and I’m getting old

time has a way of leaving me alone.


H.O.  1/28/13