begin the
first day
new year
with
thumb and forefinger,
tracing in no organized
specific pattern upon
her arm’s smooth skin,
just a sliding meandering

she grabs the intruders
for a squeezing acknowledgment,
unnecessary, for the sensation
sensual is shared equally,
soft, of course, but so far beyond,
there are elements that lie beneath
that requires mining deep within
yourself, contrasting currents that
soothe the heart and yet, electrify,
simultaneous, a concerto for
piano and violin

this delightful touching is the stuff
of poetry, a wish, a commandment,
for long after after the first day of
the unknowns of the measuring stick,
a ruler with 365 ticks to check the
day’s of time concludes, the touch
will be
implanted on thumb & forefinger’s
cellular memory, and be carried on,
reusable, recycled, even biodegradable!

but then heart hears a lyric,
“she is living proof”
and now!
happily concluded,
is a poem that is gifted
a title, entitled, certified,
and recorded for

*every ordinary moment
when memory is required,
and the thumb and the forefinger
can be diverted to write this all down
for the day when a memory fades,
and the skin is eroded!

A thing I hate,
But it’s in my fate.
To love,
To be loved.

A thing we can’t explain,
Something so mundane.
To love,
To be loved.

A thing that’s always there,
Even if you feel it nowhere.
To love,
To be loved.

A thing that moves the world,
If unfurled.
To love,
To be loved.

A thing we all desire,
Hot as burning fire.
To love,
To be loved.

A thing that hurts so bad,
It makes me sad.
To love,
To be loved.

A thing that feels so good,
Something I never understood.
To love,
To be loved.

A thing that has two sides,
Can move the tides.
To love,
To be loved.

A thing that’s never seen,
It feels like a dream.
In the end,
It is your friend.

Beautiful people
Gorgeous world
Pretty universe
One force

Love
It’s the foundation of life
A feeling
That’s always there

Friendship
Romance
Family
So many different kinds

Love is everywhere you go
If you look closely
It’s in you
You carry it everywhere

So much love
It never ends
So many beautiful people
And then there is me

Me between all these people
Loving everyone
Loving endlessly
Loving without judgement

It’s the silent type of love
The one that‘s always there
You can’t see it
It’s a feeling that‘s always with you

The world is spinning,
Everything is changing.
I’m spinning out of control,
Insanity just a step away.

Change is the only constant in life,
Impermanence is the only permanent thing,
Life is always changing,
Everything in life is impermanent.

Change has me gasping for air,
Trying to find air to breathe.
Change has me falling down,
Trying to find something to hold onto.

Desperate for a sense of safety,
Desperate for a sense of permanence,
Desperate for a sense of calm,
Desperate for a feeling of home.

Change has me feeling lost,
Searching for directions.
Change has me grieving,
Searching for a purpose.

Change is the only constant in life,
Impermanence is the only permanent thing,
Life is always changing,
Everything in life is impermanent.

Change, change, change,
It’s all I can think about.
Everything is changing,
Always changing.

Every second of every minute,
Every minute of every hour,
Every hour of every day,
Every day of every week.

There is no end to change,
Not until death.
There is no end to living,
Not until death.

Living is changing,
Every minute of every day.
Change is a part of our life.
Changing is living.

Live with change,
Change with life.
Two things,
Always intertwined.

God himself is his best creation,
A delusion so sublime,
It's comfort in pain,
Deemed as a symphony of insane.

Like the rose pricked from it's own thorns,
I have lead the rein to my destruction,
I cohabitate with loss,
That stems from my very own blood,
Thus my blood is a curse,
It heals,
And when I cut it,
is pours,
It lets me live and drown while ashore,
I am drowned in my blood
Yet my thirst isn't quenched