I wrote a poem
of a poem
about a poem

I wrote you a poem
inspired by a poem
of another poem

you'll never read it

It's catching fire
the ashes are lost

I spent an hour
writing you a letter

where I wrote you a poem

you'll never speak of it

it's hidden in a drawer
sealed

catching fire

you'll never see it

To
you

From
Me

“So Tell me, Judas;
            Where do You See Yourself Ten Years from Now?”

Judas is an apostle on the go
Building his resume’, a better gig
Always part of his strategic focus
Going places, a young man on the move

Proactive for the Second Century
His paradigm shift of transparency
A next-generation strategy plan
In today’s competitive marketplace

Thirty Tyrian shekels; that’s the amount -
Laundered through a secret offshore account

cutting my fingers off

I want to befriend the birds
that land by my window
in the morning

the cat that almost
came inside my kitchen
the same morning

cutting out my eyes

I want to leave my home
take a one-way ticket to the moon

foot on the gas
passing all the red lights
I'm ready to go

twisting my skin
turning into dust

passing all the stop signs
I'm ready to go

swallow my tongue

I've gone insane
in a few days

the flesh on my body
melting away

I'm eating up clouds
but I still feel so hollow

I know my heart will always stay shallow

Though

life's

torns may

entwine and

bleed our

hearts

dry in

suffering.



in full

witness of

God's

open eyes.


asking

penance,


I would lie

down and

surrender

everything

to you,


and shelter

you from

any harm

or doubt

in love..


the giving

is the

salvation


of turning

black

to light.


to see your

eyes

and taste

your lips,


in faith



without

sorrow.


or pain..


to hold

you still,


with divine

intervention


and patience


of giving

everything,


and receiving

everything


in return.

Faces turned to walls

I was talking to the sky
my whole childhood
instead of my mom

I always hugged the moon goodnight
because my father
was never home at night

Walls hear all of the secrets
I slept without a worry
days seem so blurry

Where I would lay in bed
without a thought in my mind

I looked up to trees
and jumped so high
I couldn't breathe

Life seems smaller now
In ways
I can't remember
What it is to be young

My poor veins
carry my blood
so slowly

I'll soon be turned into a wall