Monthly Archives: December 2022

Love Is a Hungry Language

AND when i speak it is where love is
in a faint hush breath upon a rosy cheek
and also deeply within the chamber of my heart’s
pallor that succeeds it.

AND there — I do know love’s language which is
that hungry heart within the eyes that resembles life!

And within my quivering skin I see love touch my hands
a thrilling trembling vision!

Love nests itself within the wild woods of human
minds || the glance of lightning deep soulful stillness
until the keen delight of a convulsive rapture kiss is

WHERE LOVE SPEAKS


Fear Do Not Lock Me Up Inside

Fear do not lock me up inside
allow my Spirit to roam Life
Resonating by gardens green
your voice chasing me
captivating energy of living
if i am dreaming i am losing
all of my precious sanity
losing my sight
losing my mind
like losing time
like a nail remains faithful
to its first board
a framed picture does time
inside our curious minds
Fear do not embrace my head
at least not while i close
my eyes /like when a face
hides its feelings–like
deep within our skin

:: 12.02.2022 ::


Last Chance Last Wish

So we were surrounded
by broken sounds of decayed
days. Few words never spoken
but those we hid so we could
walk away____but when you think
back to when we first me, are
you sad? And all we’ve been
through does it make you cry?
So broken you can’t even
walk away but when you think back
to when we first met are you sad
and all we’ve been through makes
me cry — and all the love shed
to become … THIS.

And the way we are ~ so lost.
And if we’re done then you are
so far away. We’re lost.

:: 12.02.2022 ::


Love, the Hungry Language

AND when i speak it is where love is
in a faint hush breath upon a rosy cheek
and also deeply within the chamber of my heart’s
pallor that succeeds it.

AND there — I do know love’s language which is
that hungry heart within the eyes that resembles life!

And within my quivering skin I see love touch my hands
a thrilling trembling vision!

Love nests itself within the wild woods of human
minds || the glance of lightning deep soulful stillness
until the keen delight of a convulsive rapture kiss is

WHERE LOVE SPEAKS

:: 12072015 ::