THERE are brilliant pebbles on fire
within the expansive skies

And there are stones as bright
upon the ground

How both I have walked:

my eyes toward the skies
my eyes toward my feet

How to celebrate the love
of my own personality
i often sing to myself

That I comfort the essence
of my Soul
for every bit belongs to me

as it does with you.

How my house as child was not
a haven of security
but the fragrance of my mother
was there before night

Teenage years: The key in my pocket,
heavy with responsibility
to unlock the door to an uncertain reality

Through the haze of cigarette smoke
I’d navigate, trying not to choke
On the bitterness that hung in the air
A reminder of a life lived in despair

Yet in those moments of solitude
I found solace in my own fortitude
A resilience born from adversity
A strength forged in the flames of uncertainty

For though my childhood was marred
By the demons that haunted and scarred
I learned to find beauty in the cracks
To see the light shining through the tracks

So as I walk these paths of mine
With stars above and stones that shine
I carry with me the lessons learned
From a childhood where I yearned

For love, for safety, for peace of mind
Yet in the absence, I learned to find
The strength within to stand tall
And embrace the journey, flaws and all.

:: 02.22.2024 ::

SHE got tight-throat poetry
he say she got lovely lip
they see we fly crazy

He walk upon finger
she took surprise
we love you and me

Baby and you and me
means flat world flew
to make sphere

Love got to be gold
cause your eye say so
and your feet five toes

We are One World
We are Love
We are Spirit

Like one and one
Like two and two
Like free_______

:: 02.21.2024 ::

In solitude, I find my muse,
Where quiet whispers softly fuse,
With thoughts that dance in shadows deep,
Where silent dreams and secrets keep.

Within these walls, I paint my soul,
With strokes of darkness, light, and coal,
In every hue, a world unseen,
A labyrinth where dreams convene.

The canvas speaks where words fall still,
A silent echo, a whispered thrill,
In solitude, my spirit flies,
Amidst the vast and starlit skies.

For in the realm of art and thought,
The introvert’s true essence sought,
In silent spaces, worlds unfurl,
Where solitude becomes a pearl.

So let me roam in solitude,
Where life and art are interlaced,
For in the quiet, I find my truth,
In the silent canvas, I am embraced.

In the realm where silence reigns supreme,
Where shadows dance in a mystical dream,
There lies a place of enigmatic grace,
Where Gnossiennes whisper secrets, embrace.

Through veils of time, they softly call,
Echoes of ancient rhythms enthrall,
In subtle hues of twilight’s glow,
Their melodies in quietude flow.

Like whispers carried on a gentle breeze,
Their essence lingers, elusive, at ease,
Each note a tale of forgotten lore,
Unraveling mysteries, begging for more.

In their cadence, a language unknown,
A symphony of the soul, finely honed,
They speak of journeys through the night,
Of stars that guide with ethereal light.

In the depths of silence, they reside,
Where the soul’s yearnings softly abide,
Gnossiennes, guardians of the unseen,
Unveiling truths in the spaces between.

So let us listen with hearts attuned,
To the melodies of the mystic’s rune,
For in their whispers, we may find,
The keys to unlock the secrets of mind.

:: 02.20.2024 ::

HOW lovely is love
in its purest form
a symphony of souls
weathering life’s storm

Please, give time
a break a wall clock
give me a hand
to make two hands _ love

I love what I have tasted
Is a vibration poisonous
and why do i evaporate
when love decays?

I hate to fight
I hate to eat
I hate being alone

But in my seat
everyone sits
upon my Soul

my tongue Napoleon
loving war and love

How i love chocolate
with popcorn
Waves over me sea
breeze soul formations

yellow carnations

Sip upon my words
drink my escape
rebel hearts purple
dying to live again

i’m running
i’m running
from my life

[….]

How the love never leaves

no wonder how it lives

because of you

How love cannot die! –

many then met their doom

with crystal tears

facing the moon upon their

backs in Spring’s fallen foliage

As seasons, tender–aged but bright

• so brief.

Love cannot die!

How two hands held by two can become

a bright light ; love is how it survives

the grave:

Only a last sigh before the treasure of

Heaven.

:: 02.15.2024 ::