Is it Crosby, Stills, or Eagles for you,
  Republican or Democrat to vote

Is it Chinese takeout or Italian bistro,
  or the prose or poetry you wrote

Is it bland or spicy, thick or thin,
  as you struggle yet to choose

Is it yes or nor, or God forbid maybe,
  what’s to gain and what’s to lose

Is it briefs or boxers, or none at all,
  is it winter over spring

Is it Rock and Roll, or Blues or Jazz,
  does it have to be one thing

Is it dogs or cats, or beer or wine,
  is the difference felt inside

When you choose just one, to eliminate,
  what your vanity tries to hide

Throw out the rules, pull off the mask,
  to your inner self be true

Force not yourself to choose between,
—but what’s now in front of you

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

I glance behind my shoulder
people whom I've known since 4th grade
but now don't know walk on by
I look up at the skies
see the same sky and sun
but different structured clouds
with airplanes dragging in the distance
people who are leaving for a new start
or coming home to rest or fight
I unlock the front door
same door but different lock
and same old house but
different beds and rooms
addition of paintings and flower vases
because I can appreciate art
something they couldn't ever do
I stare at my hands
they're the same but
so very different
young and vibrant
now knotted and dead
like the blades of grass
and flowers and stars
and the hair on the forearms
of someone's skinny
fat dark light tan arms
they will continue to grow on and live
while I along with the human race
will be wiped from the face
of the Earth one day
with a longing so persistent
in my heart that my soul
will bear on the way to
a better world and a better person
I dream of that other world
because I failed in making
a difference in this one.

Can't begin to understand or even comprehend.
This or that.
What's fiction?
What's facts?

We just dissect the event as it happen.

A mystery without a clue.
Is a clue without a mystery.

Where many agree?
Or disagree.

Life turns at 360 degree.

What is this feeling,
overwhelming, new, yet somehow
half remembered,
uncomfortable, ferocious,
and where even fear is not unknown?
Is it the same when I look deep inside you?
when I touch your hand?
when I know you want me to be there
(even though you do not speak or look at me)?
when you struggle for the words to tell me
what you want to say?

My heart races, I want to shout, laugh,
cry, hold you, be still with you.
I have known happiness,
but this goes much further.
Happiness belongs to the world;
like the things of the world it can fade.
Joy is of the spirit;
it exists of itself, intense, in the spirit,
yearning and fulfilment in one,
and it will not let me go.

Life is not about surviving,
It's about living.

you enthralled me; put me in a trance,
all the buried feelings slowly start to dance.
you seeped in to my heart, a seed of love sown,
bursting forth like a flower that grew on a stone.

with you, every second feels like heaven is near.
your radiance dissipates every demon i fear.
you are the wind that lifts me high,
taking me to a place where peacefulness lies.

though you may not know it, it's you i behold;
my hidden desires for you, i wish to unfold.
a heartbeat without you is like endless night,
for you saved me from darkness; you are my light.

how could this be, i'll never understand,
every moment without you is like counting sand.
though at this very moment, we are never one,
i'm waiting for the day when your heart is won.