Life

Timeless

And death shall
not walk in the street,
on the shoulders
of dead dreams.

It was not a
mythical slip, when visuals
had no mirrors, no ink.
When I go into rage
flames will rise from the sea.

You will not count
the burning rings. History
repeats the rule of blood.
Skin alters the frontiers.

The insane love
demands your toes, so
you would not walk away
from the periphery of blue hills.

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The Half Story of Us

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Humans who tripped over each other on different days, deliberately with

A little chaos, are just tangled enough now, calling

Names as you walk in the door

Knowing, more now that you have put it in words, this is the one thing we’re all sure about. This is solid ground.

 

Another day brings another mountain but

Living and not living here, she is still ours, and more

Love comes from harder hours.

You see how pieces collide and make this better whole because I don’t want a story that hasn’t seen some shit.

 

Not enough just to talk, she travels

In between states before I can blink. Teaches us that ties are

Not just based on the memories, but based on the now.

All your enemies are our enemies.

 

Caught in our own

Hurricanes, it somehow gets easier to keep one foot on the ground when we come together. We are

Ready to go anywhere if you ask- he is driving and the stars are

Infinity, infinity and together a bigger slice of the world is ours. There is no

Shame in wanting to live more because they are living. That’s what I keep telling myself as

 

My heart is racing and I can barely hear

All the noise and quiet we make, the sounds that make me want to say

Yes, decide to trust whatever this is.

Almost like it is not a decision but a step that will lead to more.

 

Her eyes blazing, she launches into

Another monologue on something that matters- us, the patriarchy, the world.

Not needing to add, I listen. Sometimes I wish I could speak like that,

Nothing but fire and care, just a mind and a voice, leave the consequences behind. But for me this is the best way to say it, even if I can’t quite capture

All the things we say and don’t say. The night ends with us

Hanging on words we hope to remember tomorrow.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/22/20

The Skies Have Never Been Greyer

The skies have never been greyer.

I don’t heal from mental scars overnight.

Neither do you.

I overthink small problems and I wither when I make mistakes.

So do you.

It made me smile that we have our own inner demons.

It gave me the realization that I would not be alone.

 

When two broken hearts get together,

I often dream that they are matches made in heaven.

Because we understand where we’ve been

And why these circumstances made us the way we are.

But in every relationship, it is the furthest thing from paradise.

It won’t be the last time that we’d be walking on thin ice.

 

You are a sweetheart to me and I won’t forget the way you changed my life.

You’ve inspired me to meet icons whose wealth exceeds my wildest dreams.

You’ve helped me see that they’re human beings just like you and me.

You’ve given me pieces of you to keep me on my feet and explore uncharted territory in Wonderland.

You’ve compelled me to think that you wouldn’t ask for much as long as I said,

“I love you. My life wouldn’t be the same without you.” every night.

You constantly worry you lose me and that nothing in life goes right for you.

I keep trying to do my own thing while battling the sergeants that disagree with my decisions.

Don’t let our fickle position be added to my list of never-ending burdens.

 

Sometimes I stay the best of friends with people I was fond of before.

I’m never the “love them and leave them” type as long as I’m still on good terms with them

And remind myself that the past is in the past and no one is taking me anywhere.

Not that anyone could anyway as long as I make a living trying to tell nectarines and peaches apart.

Tonight when I talked about it with you, the way I opened up to you was like stepping in a land mine.

I don’t want to keep secrets from you so you wouldn’t fear I’d leave you to drown in a vale of tears.

But I’ll lock them up and throw away the key if I’m put on the spot like this.

Then I wouldn’t let you touch me the way you do now.

 

I’ve learned many hard lessons from falling in love and interpreting one’s intentions.

One taught me that it’s pointless to disguise odium as empathy.

One taught me that I can never choose what the love of my life gets offended by.

One taught me not to rely too heavily on my other half lest I lose my ability to solve problems.

One taught me not to sacrifice too much when making a commitment.

One taught me that there’s more to life than shotgun weddings and procreation.

One taught me to love who I am before I can give my light to others.

A lost boy who’s a year away from adulthood has given me his by sharing his own disappointments

Yet he still has the heart to resurrect the brotherly side that I had previously lost to a poisonous fable.

 

I know I want to love

And I want to be loved in return

But I am a free spirit and close friends mean the world to me.

I never see myself as a “give and take” kind of bloke

All because the little things in life are what matters more to me.

Who would want a lover like that?

 

I am sorry that you feel the way you do, but no matter what the future brings,

I’ll always love you and be indebted to your compassion.

I swear on the grave of my jewel and cousin, I wish you the best in life

Whether I spend mine with you or not.

The skies have never been greyer.

DNA

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sometimes I think

the necklaces inside me

have written my story.

 

every word I will ever say

every handshake

every stranger.

 

in a snapshot of memories

he laughs at my lines.

my soul, written down in strands, screams

take me when you go.

I know somehow he will be a stranger again.

 

when I can’t sleep

the strands will blink a million eyes

 

a mental breakdown

(like all of them)

that can only be seen physically

on the inside.

 

when I am breathless

they can breathe for me

 

purer oxygen than I would

be able to ever flirt into my veins…

they have so much to say.

 

maybe that’s why I just watch.

 

when I can’t scream

the necklaces will come apart.

 

what a way to come undone.

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Written 6/5/2020

To Vent

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“To Vent”

 

With all this going, I would love to speak my word,

Not only to conservatives, but to liberals, extremist, etc.

I would love to speak my mind on all that it is happened,

But I cannot.

 

I want to voice my opinion

But I cannot.

 

I cannot because I have always stayed neutral on Facebook (and other Social Media platforms) and not get myself into politics ever.

 

Although my profile does say my political party,

Several of my friends and family know what Party I belong to

They know what direction,

But I cannot.

I cannot express myself,

I cannot insult,

I cannot target,

I cannot attack,

I cannot protect,

I cannot hate,

I cannot safe.

 

But I can help,

I can rebuild,

I can assist help,

I can support those in need,

I can stay positive,

I can rejoice,

I can love.

 

I can help with what ever need is possible in order to bring justice for the safety of the human race.

We are united,

We are love,

We are a symbol,

We need to provide,

We must lead by example,

We must accept for who we are,

We must watch our surroundings

We must help each other,

We are one.

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Want to share something I wrote the other day in regards to recent events... not everyone knows how to express themselves. Many voice out to Social Media, Family, the Streets etc. I don't to it much because I try to keep my Political Views away from any of my Social media as much as I can since I have people on both sides on views and I try not to offend any of them. I may not agree what they have written, but I respect their friendship (since they are family or people I grew up with since grade school/high school)... so I decided to "vent" out in a short poem/essay version of my thoughts. I hope everyone enjoys it

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Methodic Madness

Enslaving chains and wilderness pains 

are broken on healing heavenly domain 

plus graceful throne, envisioned. 

 

Method upholds this marauding madness 

aflicting us on earthly journeys through 

wounded wilderness, deadly disdain 

and frighful famine; distressing 

humankind and nature. 

 

Twisted minds and wicked souls  

torment humankind on this earthly  

journey through birth, life and death. 

Yet, we came with nothing; and with 

nothing, we depart to earth's dust.  

 

Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to 

hide this greatest reality from heaven's 

green pastures, meadows and 

river bed, unchained.  

 

We follow this river path to oceans 

lighted by divine mercy and unending 

salvation; healing broken hearts and 

bleeding, lost souls. 

 

A Short List Of The Things We Know

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Once upon a time

my words fell apart

and told me I had nothing else to give.

 

Once upon a time

I believed them.

 

Telling, isn’t it,

the things we know when they are finally written down.

 

So I guess

I only write down what I know

and not what is true.

 

I will write you down until you don’t seem like truth

but you are still here

something I can touch

and mold into something that doesn’t look like a lie.

 

So here is a short list

of the things we know:

 

sometimes I don’t deserve you.

 

I can see the rain before the storm starts.

 

I can’t always see you.

 

When I see you there is something in your eyes

I might break again.

 

I will not do everything right.

 

I will do most things wrong.

I bleed when you get cut

and I can’t stop the slide.

 

I am sure I have never seen perfect

but your hand in mine

is as close as I have ever felt.

 

I will not be everything you need.

 

But I will try to be the moon if it feels like the sun won’t rise

and I wish for you every morning.

 

I love you.

 

You are first on the list

of the things I think I know.

 

I only hope I’m right.

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Written 4/12/20

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FAVORITES

I’ve been blessed to have spent my life with someone who has a host of favorites from which to choose…

Favorite colors, favorite foods, favorite houses...favorite shoes.

 

Favorite authors, favorite actors, favorite places…favorite things to cook

Favorite music, favorite movies, favorite animals...favorite books.

 

I used to tease her about having so many favorites…all in affectionate fun

Telling her she had too many favorites and she needed to narrow them to one.

 

But the more I’ve watched her over the years finding so many favorites as our life has moved along

I’ve come to believe that she is right and I’m the one who’s wrong.

 

I have come to believe it is she…not me…who is sensible and wise

as she observes the world around us through beautifully innocent eyes.

 

Reminding me as we travel the road of life, as we somehow muddle through it

It’s not only important what we see, but how we choose to view it.

 

How wonderful it is for her...how extraordinarily rare

to go through life, to look around….and find favorites everywhere.

 

Imagine the anticipation...the excitement you’d feel every day

If you know in the morning when you wake up…this could be your favorite day.

 

Imagine if you were open to it...if you were so inclined

all the miracles you’d discover...all the favorites you might find.

 

If you can find favorites in the moment...in what that moment has comprised

you will be continually amazed at life and constantly surprised.

 

You’d fall asleep at night contented, happy, thankful, satisfied,….and then

you’d wake up in the morning and start all over again.

 

So the next time she picks a favorite...I have no reason to tease or doubt her

because having so many favorite things…

is one of my favorite things about her.


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A Strange Phenomenon

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When the lone night sleeps
I wake up the moon
for a monologue.

You listen with unblinking eyes
and hear by shivering skin.
Constancy remains alert.

You wanted me to define―
the time. Will that change with
our age, unknown to bystanders?

You were not yourself
in my presence, becoming a lost
child in trance, struck by a magic spell.

There was no physical passage.
Timelessly you would stare at me
to enter my thoughts.

Like a blue butterfly, I will
fly in the room to kiss you, and
bring back the feel of merge.
After a long pause we would part,
taking the scented dream
of our interrupted moments.

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