If I can not be the wind or the rain that makes the flowers grow
then let me be the stars that light up your way
If I can not be the sugar in your mouth,
then let me be the spice that keeps you going.
If I can not be your poetry, then let me tell
your story and you shall live forever in my memory.
In my deepest slumber
I called upon the midnight ghost
letting my lips skipped the peripherals and went the necessities
to find the way right through you.
Through the dark shadowy thunderstorm filled night
reaching my arms toward yearning to sin
something my irreverent soul unequivocally needed.
I want my smile to capture his attention
I want to give it free no strings attached
I want my eyes to speak to his
as transparent as a crystal water
no guessing game
no shame no blame
There is a big chance I will die of a broken heart disease
a disease where a licensed medical professional is not able to cure.
It is not pneumonia or hypertension… is just is a disease of a heart
that has been broken into fragments. It is a poet’s nightmare because
it is not easy to write or to capture in words. It is not contagious
because the disease is personalized to every victim. I hope I find cure
before I succumb to it.
A soulful wish to translate an empty canvas
into a full thriving life
walking carefully through the roads of today
until the dusk has said its last litany of the day.
I’ve let my lips get parched from thirst for life
for someone to open his arms and let me live in them.
Maybe it is not my sympathetic heart that failed us
I’ve slowly come to know the old and withered reason
why our relationship failed. It is because your other foot
was always out the door. You’ve never let yourself fully in.
Throughout our time the doorway to us has been always open to you.
To fully participate…maybe I was never good enough for you.
I trace fading footprints along the riverside
chasing the shadowy past with bated breath
hoping to get a slice of it that will give me
some needed closure.
I saw the branches of the trees, swaying with
the touch of a breeze. As if to send me a sign
to let it go.
I build a wall around my heart
not wanting for it to get hurt
I surrounded myself with poetry
and wisdom only to find myself
wanting more…something more
to color my days and to stir my nights
Regretting the past
crying our eyes out
will never bring back the joy
of our youthful times.
Generously giving ourselves
only to end up empty.
I still wonder what’s inside the seemingly hollowed shell. Appears to be, shallow and unyielding, but I really think there is more to it than what’s in the surface. It may be just waiting to be discovered, and pry out of it’s lovely mysterious covering.
Over a cup of coffee 