Confession

The free flowing light of my window

And an air of quiet fortitude

Vow that I need to be free

And get things off my chest

For far too long my eyes lost their bearing

I’ve been a bird with no place to land

Flying aimlessly as if escaping hell

Going in circles like a kite in the wind

I know they say no one is perfect, but I’m perfect in my own way

I deserve to experience raindrops drizzling down my skin

As they dance through the dazzling sunlight

I yearn to identify them and feel them

I want and need an earful of sound advice

All to be seen through the gentle curved lens

My courage is insisting and pulling hard

To fight back into light and air

Here Now

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I want to live this moment

since I know it is fleeting

I am not absorbed in anything else.

 

This moment is not mine alone

it goes beyond everything perfect

and is more than my hustles and bustles.

 

All shades of emotions

cross my mind

they are varied and urgent.

 

But I am here now

with everything that I am

and everything that I will never be.

 

I cherish all my stories

of joy and pain

this life is truly worth living.

 

Whether I feel happy or sad

I know one thing that I desire

to be completely lost here now.

 

It begs me to question

What do I yearn for?

What makes me ache?

Why I Write

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I write because it is my enchantment

I don’t need to feign my competence

of matching and coupling words

to a celebrated new meaning.

 

Words render me relevant and imperative

away from styled record of blemished sadism

in a cold world that made me believe I was small

words seize me from all vanity.

 

My potential is at the verge of explosion

since few seem to hear the sound of my pen

dancing through invincible nights and transparent days

spelling a clear visage of who I am and should be.

 

Words save me from the litany of lies

of self-guilt and self-accusation

they make me ride in the waves of pure triumph

of a man entitled to own dreams and illusions.

 

I write about many moons and suns

and about the wonder of shooting stars

in world full of glorious possibilities

and one day they will write about this!

 

Like the Sun

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She trusted explicitly

her rebellious act

against the angels

they had lied

again

 

She had escaped

to rescue her spirit

it will no longer be

ruled from the outside

 

She was a woman

full of quests and charm

her past was never a burden

because it lightened her soul

 

Like the sun

she was alone

but would never sell

her days for gold and promises

 

Let them think what they want

but she was in love with the soft breeze

she needed to listen to everything it carried

illuminating everything in her life like the sun

In the Dark Room

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The empty room echoed

the hollowness of his heart

the world had shattered him

and everything in it felt dead

 

Now

he could not fly

his wings were clipped

he abhorred walking

the ecstasy of hatred

overshadowed the joy

of any kind of love

 

And though unwanted

he was unbidden

despite the long waits

on the long nights

that turned him into an owl

 

Upon a midnight dreary

a tapping stirred him

revealing the image of him

through his mind’s eye

he could see

feel

&

touch

his finest moments

One Twinkle

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The sweetness

Of this moment

Is too distilled

Tempting me

To close

My eyes

And fly

Away

To meet

My

Dreams

&

Fantasies

But

One twinkle

Will force it

To go

Forever

Dying Soul

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My soul was spilling thick angry blood

And just when I thought I was ending

The cold dead moon stirred vaguely

Murky clouds tearing apart hastily

Dark shadows approaching

The crow silent but ready

On still hollow trees

Dark silhouette

Embraced me

I was safe

Alive