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Hector Oct 11
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Summer said goodbye-

Not the heat but the season dressed

in shifting winds and leaves adrift

that reminds me time is swift.

I am but memories collected

which defines me, without them

I am hollow and empty,

an illusion my cells infected

with dreams of eternity.


-
H.O
October 11, 2019
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

― Ernest Dowson
Hector Oct 10
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I want to be your fantasy-

The hidden desire that suffocates at night

under the smooth touch of your fingers.

To be the unspoken name that lingers

between wet lips with wants your tongue

wipes away like a sip of sweet wine.

An arousing sense flowing down your spine

when images of flesh sweaty and tight

fills your daydreams in a sunny afternoon.

I want to be your full moon

with rising tides waiting to drown me

under wild desires flowing in your skin,

I want to be your fantasy and your sin-


-
H.O
October 10, 2019
“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

I want.”
― Sara Gruen
Hector Oct 3
(Revised)
~

A shade of blue and green with my heart to embrace

and my dreams dancing to a tune of your emotions

when one look from you could set my life in motion

and fill my lonely mind with visions of your face

in my search to affirm with a look this crazy notion

that your eyes alone sustain the sea and sky in place.


-
H.O
October 22, 2014
“Give me
a moon-blanket night
to keep me warm

a long-gone smile
to comfort me

a pair of rain-blue eyes
to haunt me

a simple soul
...to love me.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
Hector Oct 3
~

I tender this anchor

knowing there is no forever-

When will I be released into the ether

to roam freely among the clouds?

I’ll become light, an energy bearer,

the ******* of heavenly mother.

Release me from these shrouds

that binds me tight to this anchor

I carefully tender,

I’ll be gone one way or another

and freedom lies within surrender!


-
**
October 1, 2019
“One does not surrender a life in an instant. That which is lifelong can only be surrendered in a lifetime.”
― Elisabeth Elliot
Hector Sep 25
~

There is no transcendence,

dreams do not migrate south in the winter

but rather drown in a glass of cheap wine.

Sometimes is easier to declare defeat

and this restlessness quietly confine

to the corners of my lonely lips.

.

A heartbeat, all it’s left from the heat

of those fires that consumed me whole,

and a kiss, all it took to enslave

my free will and my soul.

.

What I give, what I gave

does not matter if dreams are frozen in time

and don’t migrate south in the winter

but just drown in a glass of cheap wine.


-
H.O
September 24, 2019
“If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night”
― D. H. Lawrence
Hector Sep 24
~

In a sparkling smile a fountain of youth hides

reminiscent of times where innocence lived on

dirt smudged skin and bared feet.

Stretching high on tip toes under island heat

I could see the ocean on both sides

while dreams took hold of puffy clouds

that tasted sweet like sugar cane.

.

How far carried by the strongest currents

this circle almost complete leaves me longing

for a dreamless night along the ocean,

the sound of those waves where belonging

my soul begs for peace from these scars

gathered along the way.

.

Stretching high on tip toes standing on the ashes

I could almost see across the stars.


-
**
September 24, 2019
“Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.”
― Anais Nin
Hector Sep 23
~

Not broken, just stirred and shaken,

twisted, bent in shapes and formed

to what was said, to conform,

my finality spelled in the dark

behind rooms stained in shades

of vague dreams, not mine perhaps.

And then to see, this spark

to light a torch, the constant traps

laid out with time,

not broken, just stirred and shaken.


-
H.O
September 22, 2019
“We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.”
― Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns
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