quieter than silence
your voice verberates
gentler than a breeze
your touch penetrates
fills my waking senses
i’m so fragile grateful
to be near you easily
to allow there you are
to trust to feel to love
lucky me lucky you
Evenings lose themselves between us,
writing the river to a sheen
of city lights blurring slow,
with watery mutterings over
our conversation
and the drone of traffic
to the bridge
that trails
its path to the trees
and their strew of branches
grown to grief and winter,
as we walk
untying our words
from the shadows.
I suppose the next thing
You’re going to tell me
Is that it was my fault.
I’m used to this type of
Ridiculousness going
Against reality.
Why can’t it be normal
For once? Why do we
Have to pretend?
Just once, I wish
You would let
The walls down.
She offers up to my senses,
A cornucopia of memories,
Creased lines on the old city’s face
I have helped etch.
Her streets echo yet,
With faded laughter,
I trace my fingers
Across the lines
On my old lovers brow,
Each a walk taken,
Enveloped in her benign arms.
Has it been another life already,
My ageless wonder…
Those damn red socks
that stain a white wash
pink.
Not the color of
baby girl dresses
or ballet slippers
but pink,
Like the color of ribbons
and “save the tat tas” banners
and chemotherapy drinks
and Pepto Bismol
for stomachs that wrench
in fear at each new cough
and each new pain.
A red sock dyes
like a drop of blood
on a 12 year old’s panties
and alters her dreams
from the science of physics
to the science of stains
on her favorite sheet set
and the blood of birthing.
A red sock taints
like a cruel word spoken
in a lover’s exchange,
the rosy vision
of first romance spoiled
by mistrust’s tinge.
I hate red socks
and collateral damage
that forever sullies
the pure intention
of anti-terror campaigns,
the blood of children
whose dreams are forever
altered.
No bleach, no Neverland,
no kiss, drug or media spin
can void the dye
of a red sock that worms
through a load of white wash.
Dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile
early morning
I see the sun in your eyes
your lips so warm on my skin
your laughter steals my heart
your smile so bright like diamond
your smell in my nose
I swear
I love you more and more
For love to bloom again
For couples to bond all over again,
Instead of wilting in pain,
Why not make it all a mutual gain,
With private talk, understanding, patience,
A dose of tolerance and perseverance?
Love will certainly bloom in abundance.
With space for intimacy,
Thus, gaining supremacy.
dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile
your name so unique
I swear
your eyes so sweet
I swear
your lips so soft
I swear
you are beautiful for me
I swear
without you
the world is too little
I swear
Mother preaches about forgiveness but hates her own son
The son she birth under the sun
Whose fault is it that his tongue became the gun that tried to destroy you?
I’m confused,
but I shouldn’t be mother
I’m just a child caught in the muse
Forced to take sides
Not strong enough to break the strifes
So I take long strides
My 6 ft 4 inch frame tries to run away
being knocked and paddled between walls of hate
And you’re ashamed?
Of me?
Of my actions because I refuse to take sides, oh please
Mother stop,
I’ve tried my best but it’s like you both are bent on locking me in this trap
The nightmares, how do I make it stop?
You see what you see
but fail to see what you should see
Blinded by the past hurt
Creating your own misery
Calling it destiny
But maybe we are destined to be a family
Can’t you see?
I like the thought of family
but we are divided thinking we are free
Conquered by greed and selfish needs
Makes me wish I could trade you all in for a new family.
The past is the past–
Let it be.
In 2016 let’s be a family.
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The ink flows
I write for you and
I confess
The truth is
We meet
Two beautiful hearts
Two beautiful souls
Together we compose
The best of poems