Saturday, November 24, 2012

I can't even begin to tell you what it's like
At the very age I met my groom to be
What shall I dare say?... 
Intrigue lies around the corner
Heart beating rampantly in my chest
A surge of exploding hormonal ecstasy
Panting frantically at the open door
Locked within.

Who pummeled?!
The nights of long surrendering, gone.
A mother, lonely grasping at straws to hold on 
to the last lock, the last locket. 
Curls cascading, past the frock.
 A windowpane seared upon opening. 
Popcorn tossing in the brisk wind. 
Pajama parties, searching, wondering
The last hem. 

Whom shall be beyond the very stitch? 
I've held on for dear life. 
Raised her from a filly. 
A colt. Blasting through the gate. 
I  can no longer contain. 
Youth and madness must circumvent.
Find a way to coexist. 
I'd give anything to take back the years
the locusts have stolen. 

But for now I will cherish 
Gain a new appreciation for fondness
Learn to rest my weary head 
And dream of what is never lost. 

Sunday, November 18, 2012


For some reason I decided not to write.
There wasn't anything different about the day 
or the air.
It was an intentional decision
Poignant and from the heart. 
And I decided not to post. 
Many eyes were upon me and I responded 
To nothing no one and 
Very intentional indeed. 
I parted a farewell
A very fond farewell.
It wasn't that I couldn't write. 
I knew there were words forming in my head. 
I just simply chose to not put them upon the paper. 
I walked alongside the ocean
And I heard the screams
Telling me to toss them in
Everyone of them
And I silently listened
To the roar and the pounding surf
And I obeyed to the christening of the folds 
And the panting of the water. 
As it beckoned me. 
I thought at that moment I would toss in the words
and I would never hear from them again. 

And peace enveloped my soul. 

Another season has passed 
And I am calling upon the words
The sensitivity
As I so keenly need to listen 
and hear them chant once more.  
What I thought I had lost
Has now remained. 
And I must tune my ear to the cry once again
The pounding of the surf
The sand beneath my feet. 
No more. 

Nothingness again is calling to me 

Friday, March 23, 2012

The Days of Hunger

 We exist in the days of hunger and revolution.
Viral expansions of those crying for morsels of warmth and justice
Tranquility yet to be mourned...
"A piece of bread would buy a bag of gold." 
Is it apocalyptic or a figment of the imagination?
Hearing what our itching ears want to hear.
Deafening and defaming the shouts of our children.
The charades continue in capitalistic
Labyrinths of humanity encircled by the mazes of our soul preoccupation.
Shall I dare ask for a crust, to dip it in the milk of mankind. 
 Gently awaiting the weeping and reaping of another, mangled in the excuses of violence and bloodshed. 
The moans of our saints lie in spattered streets while the sheets enclose the mutations.
Silence shall be broken.

We exist in the games of hunger and revolution

Silence the cries.  

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Unfolding of the Journey 2012

To pluck or be planted
In the moist dry soil
A seasoned
Time Under heaven

Through birth or death
To kill or heal
That is the question

As the dry leaves break down
The lack of crystals and emerald blades

Weeping will build
Upon the laughter of frowns

To mourn or dance
That is the dilemma

We shall embrace
And throw away stones together

When we refrain
We shall number the lost
Not keep

But purge
The sewn silence

The word of Love will be spoken
Not Hate
Not War

"Five hundred twenty seven thousand and forty
How will you spend them?
(Inspired by Ecclesiastes 3)

Happy New Year!