though coffee never
I could see in the corner
René Magritte, tacitus
handing me the lovers
lovers under a white quilt
he didn't bother
only my fingers
on the tiny postcard
induced the feeling of
evanescence
that night I was alone…
my venerated lover
which down the river flowing
initiated slowly
a strong concupiscence

even when no one else will...
you can always dance with the stars

You ***** me bare,
crawl under my skin,
and worm into my brain.
In a blink you’re mine,
I’m yours.
In a blink you’re gone,
I’m yours,
still.

And when I met you
       I had no idea
That all the seemingly small moments
Would collect like raindrops in a storm

        I didn’t event stand a chance

Swept away

         But ,oh, the ride was beautiful

Monotony is my solemn song
Like the beat of tired men
Marching on
Can’t fight it,  can’t stop it, there is no halt
Head down, keep the time
Feet high, all in line
Let the current take you
Given in to the hive
Monotony will crush you
But it makes it easier to die

With growing concern
I struggle to write
a poem about our love

I will sleep
In small tides of blue ocean
In little puddles of saddened muddy water
In dusty barren enclaves, dry
In high mountain crags of deep nothings
In shortened memory closets dark
In hard cold impersonal sidewalk crags
In personal corners of ordinary failure
And in the open air of anonymity.
I will sleep in all of these and more.
Forget me now, I sleep.

and that is why
to be fool in love
is okay... I mean...
to smile for littlest reason
and sing lalala
the cheesy lines, PDA's
that's okay

but to fool your love
is never okay,
remember: you aren't a ****.








or are you? hmm

I still dream
of blue mountains rising
from the tail of a long night

And regard the prose
of dead poets
with dark eyes
on the hunt for a new lie.

And still absently hum time-worn melodies
of a silver dollar moon
mirrored in steel black water.
Not there for anyone.
Cool to the coming sun.

Are things so different now
that I am different?
A man of forty watching
strong winds push
unsuspecting rain.

When I read your words
I hear your voice and I wish
they were still for me

1:47 AM
26/5/19

Arise! Shake the night from your hair oh pretty one......

The warmth of your smile, beautiful and glowing like the sun.

The sound of your voice soft and soothing like summer rain.

The scent of your perfume delicious and intoxicating like the sweetest flower.

The sparkle in your eyes, crystal and clear like dazzling precious gems.

A woman, proud and refined like the finest wine I drink thee in.

A friend my friend, a woman...... forever.

It'll be easier that way. Our love
will destroy mighty rivers.

"A shadow unfurls itself
long over the path,
greeting the distance."

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Worlds apart
“Be not like me, I am alone.”
Tic-k
One path
Do I alone see myself in you?
Hello

An onyx river
Smooth and thick
Dark waves slither
Tongues of silk  
Twist and slide
Through rolling hills
Low lying valleys
Pure porcelain skin
Dew stringed in beads
Yang and yin

Two cranes take flight
The sun arises
A feather falls
The night erases
Here comes the light
The river bright
Rushing upstream
Waking the hills
Soaking the valleys
Swelling the veins
‘Neath the pure porcelain skin
The morning is young
Yang and yin

i found you in fire,
you found me without.
i sat in my embers,
and never to be.
you opened your arms,
and gave me a flame.
my worth was the sand,
you gave me a name.
i took apprehension,
you lived in it too.
i feared all the meanings,
you saw me, a fool.
my time was a question,
your eyes signaled truth.
i sat so uninterested,
suffering you.

Yellow petals swept
In buttered popcorn piles
with resentful brooms

August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic

Always have the courage
To continue on
The journey may be arduous
But, you must finish strong
Elevate yourself a great deal
Learn to take flight
Enlighten and empower
Be the source of light

my father told me i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut as he sewed my lips together, but i ripped the thread. i guess his thread wasn't strong enough to keep me locked up forever.

my mom calls me fat
she has been for a long time
but what astonishes me
is that she has the courage
to tell me
that her father called her fat
too

oh, but look at what grew

all because of the dirt
that they once threw

i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together

Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.

the train rolled relentlessly
chattering rhythmically along the rails.

skinny children,
business men.

the ripe smell of tired bodies,
unkempt,
unloved.

no one would dare
scream

Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips

so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.