I propose we elevate our poetical
subjectivity to a faucet of objective reality.
So as we may live in harmony
With ourselves.
A simple brushstroke if you agree
Repeat after me
There’s no place like home
Now
Count back from three
Two
One...
Make it so
Let your creations roll!

I have always been lost
between two things
the need of
tremendous noise
to calm
the rapidness of my thoughts and
the need of soothing my soul.
sometimes, I want to gaze at the moon by
the beach late at night
when it's dark and everyone is asleep but
at other times,
I want to be distorted
by a playlist that is full of sorrowful growling.
I have no other way
but to fill the void of my eagerness
when it asks me
for more and more
to remain at peace with the world.

I’ve been compartmentalized
Because of my labels
I’ve been ostracized
Because of my sight
They try to drown me in their river
And so
I swam with all my might

So if you wonder
How I got here
And why I am sopping wet
I was forced to learn to swim
To escape the fishers net.

Are you still treading water
In the deep end of beliefs
Learn to swim my friend
And
Drown with me in peace
...................

the city was asleep
while i was awake
among myself but beside others

the milky moon watched
as i listened in
to the sound of a nearby open mic

i looked to the inky sky
only to find myself
feeling nothing but the absence of light

i felt myself waiting
and searching
for something seemingly impossible and inevitable

the streetlights blinded me
and i soaked
in my own exhaustion and loneliness fueled by the night

I am adept
In the art of being okay
I have mastered the craft
Of covering my troubles
I use all sorts of fancy facades
Acrylic, oil, watercolor
You name it.

I can paint over nearly anything

You will never know
How late I was up last night
Or why.

My eyes flicker
Like candlelight
But you couldn’t see
You couldn’t possibly see
I’m too good
For that.

I can dance, too
Waltzing away my sorrows
Carefully tip toe-ing the
Pas-de-I-am-fine
I get a standing ovation every time

I’m very talented, you see.

But my all time favorite
Is my disappearing act
I’m still perfecting it
Right now
But one of these days
I’ll show you
How I
Slip
Slip
Slip
Away

Right through your fingers.