Here Now

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?

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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!

 

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?

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

A Touch

Unafraid of feeling unwanted or unloved

She was safely hidden in her cocoon

Loneliness had colored her beauty

It was warm and cold all at once

Sleepless nights were hushed

By the howling of her heart

Calling out until he came

A simple touch and kiss

She, a bright butterfly

Free, vivid and prized

The ticking of time

Altered his image

Into a ghost

Her heart

A fiasco

Gone

Soul Food

Nighttime

It is

silent

delicious

liquid splendor

and darkness ebb and flow

 

When she woke up today

she saw threads of sunshine

slithering through bare-branches

and swore the sun was winking at her

 

But she knew it carried no promise

at least not for her

she was forgotten

and broken

 

The sun never gave her warmth

instead it carried

icy sly pry and whispers

and she blamed it for her inner scars

 

Hating eyes

carried sharp blades

cutting right through her soul

rendering her dull and useless

 

Nighttime called her dreams

they were more alive

more vivid…

and colored the dawn

 

She loved soaking in the ocean

it softened her skin

her heart felt

soothed

cooled

 

She waited impatiently

for darkness to settle in

and noises to dwindle

to draw her in

and out

 

She never had to feel small

nighttime was gentle

calming

teasing

and loving

The Portrait

Quietly it lay in its strangeness

appearing both living and dead

speaking a myriad of dialects

neither lovely nor repulsive.

 

The trees came out leafless

with a spidery arrangement

hint of fury was carefully hidden

by the surrounding still murky waters.

 

A supple breeze hovered around

it was hot and humid

carried neither odor nor perfume

it was bizarre but oddly exciting.

 

The fine gray sky carried a promise

also passed odd blinding longing

a sickly sweet anticipation

of discovering and exploring everything anew.

 

Fear

terror

all seemed evermore missing

Or was it just self-fed illusion?

 

 

 

An Adornment

I am a creation of art,

An awe-inspiring beauty,

Filled with everlasting appeal,

But death was the price

 

I hang as an adornment,

Trapped,

Ambushed,

Tortured

 

Savoring the compliments,

The whoring evil genius,

Altered my being,

My joy

 

I’m lifeless,

I’m numb,

Feeling neither joy nor sadness,

Responding to the calls of my ancestor’s time

 

Bottling the desire to lead my days,

As I want,

Where I want,

How I want

 

I miss kissing the elastic breeze,

I miss dancing in the loving storm,

I miss the interminable sunrise quarrel,

From the colorful birds in half-lighted days

 

Apoplectic rage fills the air,

From the trees standing like a pack of mourners,

They bore witness as violence tumbled down,

Everything and everyone is battered down

 

 

 

Broken Angel

Surrounded by the hidden obscenity of the sky,

She coiled there naked and frayed,

Fire above the sky was as in her heart,

Ancestor’s winds carried a promise of rain,

But no amount of rain would cool her burning skin

 

Exposed under the judging eyes,

She had lost all her sensibility, earthiness and humanness,

Her dignity had been ensnared and reduced into fine dust,

She felt it disappearing into the red, hot fierce winds,

She huddled her defenseless sickly body against a million-knot gusts

 

She couldn’t,

She was small and weak,

She was a trapped powerless fly,

She took in all rain’s violence out of the tempest,

Regretting the loss of birth and of freedom

 

Violent battering rain equaled the pounding of her chest,

She hated her skin, weight and the texture of her hair,

She hated the trees and all the flowers,

She hated the sun, the moon and the stars,

 

She hated some more,

Hated the rain,

Hated her life,

…and gods,

She could only hate…