twist and turn
scream and burn
take a match to my mind
trapped
and still i yearn

I should have known

We have had our share
Of refugees fleeing from France
They're great aren't they?
And the Chinese and West Indians
Also great
And more lately - the Africans
And other dialects, so colourful
So intriguing
I want to stop the people
In the street
And ask from whence
Did they originate.
I like to walk around town
And see how long I can go
Before I hear any English.
My friends always encouraged me
To get out more
Experience new cultures
New languages,
But I don't need to now
Abroad came to me.

Gentle breeze
Midnight blue
Trees of all sizes
Lined up very fine
In a  unique way
Loving the atmosphere
Looking forward
To each summer day
Brings warmth to my soul
Gentle breeze
Clears my mind
Midnight blue
Hues of sky
Lightens my day
Gentle breeze
Clears my mind
Midnight blue

We had both worked out
we each deserve the blame,
for the love that diminished
carving in trees in our names.
Our little bark masterpieces
Little deep sculptures fading,
& our love keep perishing
like the strongest of droughts.

You're reeling me close,
A fire's soft embrace,
I drift toward your warmth,
And feel it burn my face.

In the stillness, you type,
While the stars softly weep,
And with every word,
I fall, in love so deep.

Even the smallest warm interaction with other people counts.

Wild & Desperate

Most of life is spent curled;
Caught in the wild and desperate places,
Straddling between two worlds;
Satisfied and striving, for more space,
The here-and-now and the not-yet-inspired.
Being enough and constantly unlaced.

It’s so simple to live happily,
To enjoy life, avoid misery,
Just follow the simple ways of life,
With understanding and empathy.
It’s not really very difficult,
Just leave your egoism behind.

There is no ceasefire, not in Gaza, not in Lebanon, not in Sudan,
but only genocide...
aggression...
war...
blood...
slaughter, and pain.
The West Bank continues to be under siege... met by tanks, death,
threats...  
Families are met with bullets to their head.
The children are met with amputated limbs.
Children are left orphan... and forgotten.
Communities are met with too many martyrs to grieve...
Where is this ceasefire now?
There is bombardment in Yemen too, directed by the West like a true imperialist.
If one dare to rise up and resist, are met with an iron fist by the international colonizer community, given consent to **** with no impunity...
Dare the amputees speak....
Dare the bullet to the head speak...
Dare the orphan speak....
Dare the resistance speak of their own pain...
There is no ceasefire, but only genocide.  
Where is this so-called ceasefire now?
Nowhere in sight....
Where is the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight.....
What happened to the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight….

Clear the way!
Can't you feel the rain?
It is soft now,
But it bares its bite.
Clear this road so the carriage men may run,
Gather your families, be ready to leave.
Here it comes,
The storm! Can't you see?
Don't you feel these winds ripping up this land,
Get away while you can,
Or die with the land.

It felt weird
when my heart
left its type
and fell
for a whole
new font
that read
differently

Sickness.
A middle ground between
A life worth living
And a life sequestered
From the worth
Of living.

Hallowed be thy strength,
Calling forth a certainty
That life will remain.
Preserved, teaching
Lessons of perseverance,
Stagnation and decay.

If only strength
Was strong enough to
Keep sickness at bay.
Falter faster, with ease,
Conveying a simple,
Yet efficient mean.

Time slips, memories fade.
Strength gives in,
An internal raid
Fills the void
With a void,
Yet how surprising

When you were never loved.

And
suddenly
the
music
stops.

AT LEAST WE'LL LAWAYS HAVE GUILDFORD

Ahhhh Love...
I never needed to go
to fantastic destinations
exquisite places
such sights to see

You:
were always my only
place to be
the where I wanted to be
no need for me to travel
seeing I was already there
you all my exotic wonders
a cup of Earl Grey and thee

all I ever wanted  was
your smile blossoming into laughter

Whenever I set my gaze
upon the mirror,
faces of other people,
except mine,
are worth to adore.

'I' walk,
'I talk',
'I think',
'I move',
Or do 'I'?

All I am is just
a fragment of
Other people.

а мені і сказати нічого,
та і не хочеться.
буду мовчати,
допоки розмова кінчиться,
у потоці річки думок,
я пливу у напрямку іншому,
а мені і сказати нічого,
нехай думають, що слова кінчилися.

Me llamo Andres,
pero me nombran salvador.

Extraños y amigos,
buenos y heridos,
a todos ayudo en mi camino.

Si te sientes solo,
te invito a mi grupo de amigos.

Cargo con los problemas,
que no son míos.

pongo el hombro,
a quien me lo pide

Si no tienes que comer,
yo te cocino.

El problema es,
que no me lo piden.

El problema es,
que lo hago,
por no ser invisible.

Firma: Salvador

When I found my mother dead
I stepped outside to steady myself.
It was a summer at its zenith.
The night was now alive.
That’s when I saw a leopard slug
Climbing slowly up the garage wall.
It was like I was suffering
A bad acid trip, all loss and no escape.
My eyes wide, taking in the world
Like it was some new form of reality.
I could see the slug’s
Slowly undulating body.
I could see it looking in the dark.
Nothing else seemed real,
Until cars of family and friends
Pulled into the driveway.
It was almost two in the morning.
We all went inside
To say goodbye to mom.
The next time I went out
I could see only the trail
But the slug was gone.

You take your time,
Plotting mines into my gentle mind.
Too close for comfort,
I can’t trust any of your words.
You know
one of
these days,
I’ll tell Karma
to take a break.

When the acid that burns your heart
Ceases to swell and ebbs back
Enough to let you roll onto your side and drift off
The sleep of the just
Is not really it
But you snore and dream
Like you haven't for a bit
The Googly eyed slumber
No longer suppressed
Is now vivid
And scary
And funny
I guess
Alien invasion
Slasher movie
Murderous governance
Brought about by myself
Seems to be the preponderance
While friends and family
Point and laugh
And look on.

Beneath the soil where silent shadows sleep,
The earth enfolds its secrets, stark and steep.

A graveyard grieves in ghostly, grim embrace,
Where time has traced its touch on every face.

Moonlight lingers on marble, marked and marred,
Casting cold clarity where lives were scarred.

The breathless breeze bears whispers, weak and wan,
Of fleeting figures, here but never gone.

Frail and finite, all flesh must face its fate,
To tread the twilight toward the eternal gate.

Yet even death, with darkness so profound,
Cannot confine what faith and love have found.

I wanted to catch the air
and pet the stray on the street.
To cage a bird who wants
nothing but freedom.

What did I learn?

Air will leave the room you rush in,
cats don't trust hands,
and birds will only stay
as long as you feed them.

Cigarra que estás cantando
en un rincón ignorado
del árbol que me da sombra,
no tengo ningún deseo
de saber cuál es la rama,
de tantas que me cobijan,
en que apoyas tu cantar.
Y no me importa si existes,
y no me importa si existe
algo más que ese vaivén
de tu lanzadera, esos
hilillos áureos y tensos
con que tejes el cordaje
de ese barco mañanero
de la mañana de agosto,
barco de los rumbos dulces
que no lleva a ningún puerto.

no one is coming
to save me
but that's okay
because
i am coming
to save me

What if I’m not enough
for
  you?
I know that I’m not enough
For
  You.
Is it too much to ask
For praise,
  a smile,
   a laugh?
But I’m met with silence
And it’s breaking me down
When will it be okay?
When will you at least
glance at me to say
That I’m anything worth
acknowledging?
Is my effort in vain?
Am I walking the wrong direction,
Or was there never a right path in the
First place?
Do you hear anything I plead,
Or was I never talking to you at all?
To a brick wall?
No,
To the empty expanse of void where there’s
  No
   one
To hear my words
Except myself
I want to hear your voice
But I can’t
Because at this point
I can’t hear anything.
Not because I’m deaf
But because you were right
And I got tired of my own
                                                Voice
But for my sake,
For my life’s sake,
Is it too much to ask
That you’ll wait for me at the end of the tunnel
And tell me
That that light
Was ever a chance worth taking?
Or
Was it never meant
for me at all?