Poetry · Writing

Walking

I found myself, picked up

moved on- laying in the desert

all on my own- under the tree

washing the blood with tears.

Never thought I’d be here.

This shouldn’t be me-just me

two worlds away we walk together

tossing caps away ways away that dream

feels.

The dream- our dream setting sail

only a ticket to ride

time to man the sails

and I’ll wear my name like a badge-

our dream on my chest

a badge to tomorrow.

 

Poetry · Writing

Ode of the Wanderer

Fade from smoke- to clarity, twice a week

high on a song in the rain, morning weak.

Brain challenges thee sweaty palms across my swollen cheeks

dancing hands along my trembling knees, sing twin boy.

Sing twin boy, sing her to sleep

sing twin boy, sing for the bliss of a tomorrow in dreams.

Sing to her-and share I’ll my dream-night and night

blow the smoke away and share clear skies

and my knees, will share- thee tremble.

Poetry · Writing

Trademarked

I don’t write for your piece of mind

for the ability to see inside my soul

and lodge picket fences into my feet

and address your opinions to my doorsteps.

I’d burn my inbox to the ground before

it’s flooded with your Noah letters

and trademark concerns

and a nightly Skype request.

Maybe I used to write for you,

to hear about the trickle of smiles

that you run to achieve

and the feeling of us touching.

Now, it’s for me,

you can still feel with me and grasp

my heart inside your hands like a tiny puppy

but it’s still mine.

 

 

Poetry · Writing

Mother’s Year

Feeling the heat- all around

the night never creeps near.

Momentary loss, approaching breakdown

she’d remind us, this is our holy year.

Change the paths to our own, burn the torch and bring down

their ideology and belief of sleazy atmosphere.

Stay near and wear it tall- you’ll be crowned

can never share, the restlessness here, our lovely cheer.

 

Poetry · Writing

Zendejas

Too thee helm he walked

dressed to the nine on a commencement high

life begins.

Spring rang through

heads held close

flashes brings the cheese

closer to immortality.

Swinging thee high sun

chased the Earth

too slow.

Zendejas

freshest meat dishes

no clean dishes.

Step to her would be unwise

no blinking all eyes

sporting Emerald green, Gemini

take that chance, butterflies.

 

 

 

 

Poetry · Writing

Summer Nights

Chasing cars

blasting past

night- mare’s stampede through interludes chaining lamp post to flaming wheels and hooves.

Sout – hern – lights

flashing back to those

su – m – mer nights

chasing love with

all – our – might

I’ll see you

chances are

be rain then shine

see you in the morning

baby leaves me high

Poetry · Writing

Liminal Space

I exist in the threshold.

Waving back and forth like a swing on a peaceful night before a crescent moon.

Flashing forward and pulling my face back before the burns sink in.

The icy catacombs to the rear only chase the path closer to death.

I exist in the threshold

by choice.

The icy nightmares push me forward to flames of war

so I’ll stay in limbo.

The paradise, the cascade

will shortly follow.