If I was to Love

If I was to love

i’d love with all my faith

from my childhood innocence

to tears and grief that colors adulthood.

 

I’d speak of my lover’s name

in every passionate and delightful breath

and love even more in the afterlife.

 

I am single

but I listen with blushing ears

the sound of river’s sacred flame

flowing into many fountains and into the blue sea

 

How I weep!

Watching the mountains

giving endlessly

the low and deep kiss

to the blue and sometimes darkened sky.

 

The splendor of bright stars

murmur under the moonbeam

like a dream

keeping my virgin pride intact

for the sun shall preserve my youthful hue with gold.

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Why I Write

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

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

What Happens Next?

What happens next?

That question

was surrounded by a currency of shadows

and rang a tabernacle of bells

he could neither think and answer

exhaustion was a silent companion

and it clouded his imagination

he did not know that he had arrived

where the stars, the moon and the grey sky

spelled eternity

was he going to open his eyes?

Or his heart?

I am Who I am

I am who I am

A rock beneath the waters

The prince of the black sea

Silent listener to the soft breeze

That carries old tales of light and dark

And of the secret darkened rose of Africa

Whose distilled succulent scent

Commands the world to shut up and listen

Her ever-alert thorns

Horn and hush the decay of red earth

Rousing dreams and fantasies

Of the quiet ones

The dreamers

And misfits

Who carry

Gentle

Hearts

One Twinkle

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

Worth

Worth is that sickly anticipation

Of breathing through the night

Passing over deep shadows

Via semblance of truths

 

It is the urgency of escaping

From the haunted house

That rendered the once

Youthful and lovely

Old and veined

 

It is that sod ding intelligence

Of enjoying the serenity

Of the inner voice

Soft in its

Demands

 

Worth is nagging

Is disturbing

As doomsday

Is the danger

Of drowning

In spilled thoughts

 

It is freeing from

The clock of fear

And getting caught

In the strangeness

Of twists & turns

Delighting in

Their hurt

And joy

Needing

Feeling

I Know I want You

I like when you are not easy

Also all the games you play

Your shy and tender smile,

That teases my soul and heart

All makes me want you now

Even if I don’t know you

Or even know what you are

But I know I want you

Because I want my magic

Are you my magic?

That I’ve sought all my life?

As Lovers Do…

Dreams and Illusions