Dear God why have you so given me
A mind that cannot stop to be
A looking glass to humankind
How I wish I’ve been born blind
So not to see the sins flow free
Why you have given them decree
To inflict pain and hide the love
That you all know there up above
So Is it really fair you do
That life what you show to be true?
Please tell me there is so much more
That is not hate, and all abhor?
Give me some hope that I may seek
That we are strength and not so weak
Smile upon those who have heart
I pray that you will never part
Your wisdom that I always crave
Loveth take over, with heart so brave

Now when I close my eyes
I see them high in the sky soaring like angels
from above
I see them in every sunrise and sunset
those beautiful doves

Although I can not reach them
I am no longer sad
because those beautiful white wings
Are free from all the pain of this world
Something I've never had

Look up, child, before it’s too late
The years fly by and life won’t wait.
It’s not there on your tablet screen,
or any smartphone that I’ve seen.
No lovely lass can catch your eye
if you’re perusing shutterfly.
Facebook may be fun, even great,
But you have an expiration date.
You may get “likes” and have “4 bars”
Does that matter if you’ve lost the Stars?

Sometimes, it seems like
You are my only companion
Feeding my hungry ears
you need me
Until I find solace in an empty stomach
and alone
Will count each bone
one-two-three-four-five
Searching the 200 and sixth
Because there is no one else
To share
Our midnight prayer.

But you also make me hate
The laughing face of an empty plate
and the stares of strangers
What do they see?
Surely not what I do
What do they know? Of desperation
and loathing
To preach to me the danger
Of smoking
(7 calories wasted)
nothing you hiss
So I make home
In oversized clothes
Room enough for you
and I
To co-exist

wake up, the sun is cold
amongst the din of mourning doves
and impossible airwaves.

breathe, are you ready for
the apocalypse of silent words?
stuttering silver mercury
and glimmering plasma
tracing paths in your brain,
and the sun is cold,
so cold, and the coffee is black

and, my lover doesn't even know
who I am anymore.

Winter,
covers the trees,
tenderly with fog,
                    and the flowers,
                    gift their fragrance,
                     to the mist to preserve;
                     like the memory of a lover,
                     forgotten after,
                     an intense season of love.
winter
acts on each one,
differently.
                     she said,
                     winter makes her skin,
                     crave for caresses;
                     she is a tree with secret hunger in winter.
                     I have known that all these years.
"my fruits
need your tender care,
all through the winter days"
she murmurs in my ear.
                           I love winter
                           touching me here and there,
                           like a shy bride, curious but timid.
I sense her tender fingers,
creep on to my body,
under the cover.
I get enraptured
by her  amorous touch.
I wake up and pretend
not to notice the ingression,
as it pleases me so much.

Wanton breeze,
                          playing
                       ­            Romeo,
                             chases-
                                     you,
                                lifts
                      ­                 your
                                            skirt
          ­                                                up
                                    making
              ­                   me jealous.