Words can be soft
like a rose petal
Or can stick in your throat
like thorns, piercing and
grasping your tongue.
A single word can
heal a broken heart,
Or rip it into pieces
like a sharp blade.
Some words get stuck
deep inside our soul
without making a sound.
Those are the ones that
hurt the most.
Life, let the world
See what
You have
Turned me into…
Let the wind
Feel the breath
From the adrenaline
You have forced in me
Let the land
Feel the straight long walks
Of my legs,
You have gassed my strand…
Is not grievance
A bad mood,
Why’s happiness
Far from good
Life! Life! Life!
There is no breath
But living-death
In my hidden laugh…
Your stare is
Beyond mare peep
And your drip
More than pills.
Exhaling within
the breath of
an anarchist
despite chaos
I still inhale.
Crimson and flaming red, Orange and ocher bright
Waiting, waiting for the sun to rise:
Slowly, the dark departs,
A range of mountain peaks
Behind the clouds that part
On snowy tops, a rosy glow
Glory above and awe below.
Two thousand eyes to stare,
A thousand aha’s sound
Lifting hearts and minds
To heaven from this ground.
The moon is a wonderful creature
The stars are amazing in their culture
Twinkling, the moon and the stars keep the night alive
A story believed without being seen.
Darkness, a friend I have
And plead flees if I have luck,
For it has my heart consumed
Making me seem a follower
to no clock…
When shall I see the sky bright
What shall bring me to the light
When the sun that makes every day hot
Have I never seen shining bright.
Nature! They say it is destiny,
Is it mine to stay in always with
frowned face?
Trying to smile, I feel I might get no change
Like this, is being under a cage
going to change?
The strawberry taste of life
is one to which I am allergic
although the moon came out
large and succulent
that night .
Thunder shook off the pink color
and lightning revealed anemia beneath.
Rain washed over the heavens, dripping off the clouds.
Our anticipation was bathed
in reality of heavenly rage.
Gather all the wood
we must set the fireplace
in order to garner memories
woollen clothes and fever
measles and chicken pox
bunking school college and the rest. The doctor arrives.
Garner all those events
reconstruct those mired memories
hunt out the black and white photos, some stray loitering in
cupboards, some in washed out albums. Gather the wood set the fireplace, let’s go out for a picnic,
before the rains wash way all these.
For better or worse
I skim them like a tattered
Paperback book
Reading over their stained
And highlighted pages
Knowing that people often do
What they can
To get what they want.
Punished man
chained by hands and feet
the prison is full
still no peace in the street
Sons at war
take foreign soil in reach
fields wet with tragedy
neither side feel peace
The troubled youth
old men preach
outside there is war
until inside feels peace
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Seeping through clean pages
Again, you see me naked.
Cruel and attentive, mine
Again, you leave me naked
And blind to solace.
As always, you tend to this,
Broken heart of mine,
And make it yours, unclean
Again, you leave me empty
And deaf to true tones.
Words, mean everything and
Nothing, all at once,
Where I stand alone, unkind
You submerge me, weightless,
Drowning in you.