May the itinerary of the day
Be necessary towards May

Tempest to drought with slumber
To ironic thirst for summer

Winter delicacy and calamity
Snows falls amidst humidity

Thwarted before leaders,
And solely present to be there

Finally with protocols complete
And words rested, drama just won’t delete

Saturated is all we all become
Just a breaking point of pressure, could succumb

Suddenly all repeats, clockwork till night
Morning beauty wakens us and soothes us by tonight

Glaring through the window,
Focusing on circling flies,
While having laid an impression with this body,
Have my hours promised this past,
and all before,
Blocking these eyes from thinking at all.

These closets with stacked belongings kept for certain,
The lights remain on even throughout the night,

they flicker at times !

these blinds almost shield this daylight,
allowing reflections to emit,

do my words have substance ?
does my soul care to admit

i'll keep this narrative short
light to pass to make less
haste to what i seemed
to be hindering to chase,

you with your facades
me with my cascades
wavering from faltered
planks, decked
to be closer
to your horizons.

i have taken these
mornings, facing away
from sunrises
to bask in rays
behind new days

only because
of the concrete
that holds this feet
from falling

it's past that now
i have reached
in confidence
the middle again
an episode of a series
ending with a cliff hanger
you as a guest appearance
for my character development

hit the play button, unwind
and all a of sudden laughter
matches pitches and tones
switching expression, from
last ditches and groans
that displaced the day.

break out the bottles
taking out messages
to mess and address
the irony to humor;

a winding tide
to what is seen
to eventually forget
ourselves through
a musing, as we delve
our attraction to fill
the missing tiles
all the while
not keeping score
yet presenting
the core of who we are
in each encore
laugh, and coupled smile
paused, satisfied
that the day has ended
in the company of understanding.

Token and sixty-five in my palm, unsure of my departure
And how to arrive into the window’s light clearing my iris’s aperture
Here I stand thinking of a great deal
Upon what has happened this week and how I feel
Sitting here on this coach for an hour
With the same constants on my mind from before
Praise and grace upon this afternoon weather
Though humble my mind maybe no longer
Upon this seat feeling perturb
I glance at the passing buildings and each street’s curb
Rather questioning my place in Philadelphia
Sadly taking the past and thinking like a pariah
Melodies flood my mind, as the flashing rings shined
Shuttering lenses remain my view as I began to unwind
But from the morning of this Sunday all I thought was that of one
Withdrawn, as I stride from a second gone

mellow tune, speed up now
i'm falling asleep so slow
the memory has as no woah !
but the sound still flows

the words change their view
and now I review,
all my ways
all today
as I lay, to sing to sleep
the child in my mind
runs over me
playing tag to hide
and seeking why, oh why

i'm singing to a tune
crooning to my own lulaby

We all seem to grow apart
but it’s not just the start.
We move away, begin
and find our parts.

Soliloquies to plays
that we recite daily.
Little we know,
but time will owe.

We begin to answer
with knowing
and more, yes
” I remember ” ;
the acts
we use to say
in our once
naive disarrays.
We learned the difference.

We have found
connections:
some strengthened,
newly added,
once forgotten,
and then regained.
- Refrain
we attend
to our chains.

So on this day
you walk not step
staring beyond the next
climb further, higher
hold your breath
your at a stage
no curtains
just certainties
of beginning
your part.

2011 ©AGDP

A poem cannot be written
when thoughts are of disarray,
and the focal point is a loss.
While the rhythm is drowned
under bridges, and refrains
repeat and singing is even left
in thoughts loosely transcribed
only in the presence of the writer's muse
.Some would even say the subject
Has made this mind digress
To write behind words,
defensive to revel in revealing
this inspiration:
Stanzas are left disconnected in corner
sand couplets are left without emphasis,
affected by the coolness of autumnas folded loose leaf papers cover the floor.
The personification is no longer objective
and metaphors have changed to similes.
Ironies have begun to take hold
and the soliloquy remains to take it's stage.
This writer has written this before
it's all too familiar, close, even the same.
The pen has touched this paper
to continue these words is up to you.

the waves, have fallen short.
now it's early in the morning
too dark to see, two thirty three
now, the ceiling bright as day,
resetting all the hours
turning, and hoping your voice returns

past all the time, presently
seconds pass, the second hand
where have you gone
appear right here tonight

'cause all i can say
more than my eyes
is to look away
look away

here in my mind
are photos so clear
orange printed, memories
while candid smiles
unveil my hope
to know you more, everyday

past all the time, presently
seconds pass, the second hand
where have you gone
appear right here tonight

'cause all i can say
more than my eyes
is to look away
look away

straight behind,
and in my side view,
I'm standing now
right beside you,
we're so close,
blind spot at most
where your presence,
has been larger to me

The corner of my eye
The stare I dare to make
You've seen me, look your way
At the hazel of your eyes
Now it's fair to say, that you've -
read me now, for so long

Past all the time, presently,
Seconds go by, the second hand
you're right here now
Appearing tonight
'Cause all i can say
More than my eyes
Is to look my way
Look my way

familiar waters
flow like a wave,
trickle a rhythmic down poor
grasping solace spaces
within conducive centers

signs-other wise noted
of alternating views,
bundled for impulsive branches

so that we may realize
what we lack at times

a pull upon the contrary
system

without a bias past

open before, lines have peaked
after falling archaically then to resume;

only to find normal rhythm
while finding dancing wings, in tune

attesting to this chest’s bounty
beneath these dubious lullabies,

finding resonance in this romance,
to see you again not good-bye.



2011©AGDP

realize, realize
defense mechanisms
not on impulse rather
falsifying my intention
to deter my pure elevation

you took out the genie,
but the wish maker in me
got left in the lamp hampering
strokes to my mind in the past
that I fully finally freely let go
no longer wavering
now waving adieu

finding again that old courage
to pursue you

i'll keep this narrative short
light to pass to make less
haste to what i seemed
to be hindering to chase,

you with your facades
me with my cascades
wavering from faltered
planks, decked
to be closer
to your horizons.

i have taken these
mornings, facing away
from sunrises
to bask in rays
behind new days

only because
of the concrete
that holds this feet
from falling

it's past that now
i have reached
in confidence
the middle again
an episode of a series
ending with a cliff hanger
you as a guest appearance
for my character development

Supine and enamored in cotton sheets.
Motionless, with vessels dilated at the time.

The filtered light makes it’s journey.
Warmed by the hour, warned by the noise.

A voiceless yawn, a reflex, and then stretch.
A conscious gasp followed by flaccidity.

Yet the day before, perpetuates
the morning after.

Evenings always seem to foretell
the prior hours of our working days.

If the day moves, without faults
we speak in a elated way.

When a hinderance appears
and untimely tragedy commits.

The liquid labor may be your vice
to secure then admit vulnerability.

Nothing more are the stumbles
that only gather footing
and stand against
the door opening

to traffic, streets garnered
with endless glows
within our restless minds
finding exits to resetting the past
and just returning home

Come by tonight i'll share this time
a while we'll stare, my words will exile your eyes
no more unspoken defined soft talking
I hope this alone will change the tone
to remix reminisce this melody

I'm always beside you here
These thoughts for you I keep
So you don't hear though, my whisper
through this night, it will be clear

hesitating this mind stating in keeping safe
I had to reflect so to take a step back
Making sure my step forward
Wasn't someone beside me
Aside from this heart
Getting hurt by all this Inside
Dwelling I''ve been there
Stayed there, and you don't know it
but I just realized it
you brought me out of misshaped
beats that I always kept tracking back
because I could follow your beat.

I'm always beside you here
These thoughts for you I keep
So you don't hear though, my whisper
through this night, it will be clear

We walk through life, and people arrive and depart
Efforts lost and smiles maintained although
The thought still remains that we all connect
With others in compliment for we are not all the same

Friends and family are our common associations
But the true delight is to come across new relations
The very spark that occurs is the beauty of deliberation
That a new: character, face, life will bring our soul transfiguration

What would our lives be without other beings?
Purely a mundane existence fueled by utter neutrality
Just having the dear glow, voice, and presence
Of another is enough to bring light to our own existence

There are times when we are alone, tired, and displaced in our world
We just need comfort of another the understanding of their word.
They know what to say in times of need and the same upon our position
These are our lasting friends, the faces we age with, and tear with love in consideration

In general when someone is shadowed by life lend your heart
For while they may not show gratitude, your sentiments will impart

i have got a focus
one that causes these eyes to be elated
elevated, so to dilate all that is my being

yet I stutter in seeing
as you capture these snapshots
slowing my shutter speed
to lead these negativities
from undeveloped to developed
colored pictures

images that were once black and white
gradient mediums
of grayscale tones
followed by forgetting loans
that were reeled matinees
that i paid with patient
polaroid instances of being

too much of a gentlemen
counting 1-2-3
cheese - ready smile
but these cheeses
are too aged
long forgotten

It's been one of those long travels
where reaching point B
has no words but to allow
smiling instinctively now
even before you raise that camera
to eye, my eye level
focusing on taking this picture

there is a reason
a smile is worth a thousand words
that we share the moment
and share the life
because we take pictures
with people we want to remember
preserving past our memories
because in a flash
we loose sight for an instance
all those, worries, and concerns
reflecting happiness to ourselves

so when you open that envelope
of pictures for the first time
at the one hour photo place
or dust off that old album
remember time and again
you have brought out the best in me

The days grow longer
And there is sleeping somber
Happiness in hearing your voice
Has no chain reaction and has lost its poise.

Even with my own troubles, then hearing yours
Drought became springs of offerings.
Unknowingly you mended my soul to follow detours,
In spite of ironical sufferings.

But despite that claim, and the ground untold
Paths have laid stones away from the bend.
Unheard, unsure the view of the fenced abode
This remains forever unanswered at this end

I tried to get to you; I left all I can mark
Assurance, regret but admire; my last true remark
I once felt, like I was trapped within a cell
But I seem to no longer hear your name,

The patterns in the ceiling
Change their shades in the evenings
While my white linens line my body
I stare meticulously at dripping saline
My hands tell their stories
Of triumph and failure
Of changing primary colors
I can feel the beating
That resonates throughout

With your presence, I simply am
Free to speak, and sure of being
Corner view, because of who I am
But with one night a flowing rain of a voice,
I slowly came to view away, from a choice undone

You know I care for you
But I’m the one that is cursed with patience
Working through the day, stressed and tired
With a single memory of alleviation, of the day’s strain
I cannot speak I cannot speak for this enough speaks

You repeat matters of hope
That causes me to cope with this virtue
Doves fly a pattern through clouds
That I too take passing by the crowds

Your time spent upon your descent
To cities of histories past
I wish allowed me to move along
But with one night a flowing rain of a voice,
I slowly came to view away from a choice undone

I’m so lost, unable to find the reasons,
I cannot heed my sight
With every night pass you’re on my mind
In my thoughts, sounds, and my rounds

Why must the chemicals that control
Leave us on a road waiting for a light
There are no words but an inner release
That seems to never cease
Until we feel deceased

I’m the sole thought, behind
I smile but I frown within
I seemingly talk with no change in tone
But with the night my sadness is shown

The irony of my thoughts
In my pursuits of being a healer
For the bruises of how I fought
Seem to naturally become clearer

Frigid winds whistling pass my ears
While every path stepped on a stone
Unsure, unfamiliar have I found closure
Or does my mind finally feel alone
Beneath it all, under the umbrella shown

Lamps beside ourselves
Light at night past twelve
Allowing spoken word
To be felt then heard
No matter the cause
Nor the time to pause
Our thoughts cease
For our heart to release
Contemplation through the hour
Concerns begin to tower
Through our rest to attest To confide and then access
Question your meaning
Why you speak by leaning
Taking your drain to rain
That what we lack we attain
Instances of guidance upon decadence through internal persistence
Training of the mind it is not, but rather caring for deliverance

Clouded sights pass as fast as moving light
Focused on visions past
Images flux from left to right
Ironic with these thoughts that have last

This vessel how it must be
To take you to and fro
But thinking from the sights you see
Puts you into a trance you cannot control

To think deeply is a curse of mine
No matter what is done it overtakes
There are times when it passes beyond the line
That given the time, sleep it will surely take

The destinations that fate has placed
From season to season, of this life
The more we experience the more problems to be laced
While on this transport of strife

Though beyond this journey
What makes the day shine is that
While, on this coach, is the tendency
For me to have those thoughts that make me smile

God sent spirit
Born out of love
Place by fate
o understand the whole
Lonely though
But a phoenix among his friends
Inquisitive, mature, wise
One’s defined assets in the end
Put through all but small scrapes show
However what makes them deep are
His ability to endowed realizations from a far:
Though eventual our life here is made and taken
The true gift of life is to be mindful that we can be mistaken
And that arrogance and ignorance are the downfall of the best of us.
We are only human in a world that is superficial to the eyes that god gave us.

Mesmerized by this hazel sun
That circles an image

Clouded once enclosed
When released from the sun
Ice begins to collect on this road
And before long all streams will be done

This is what we cannot remember,
Only whose souls are deep
Will, allowing snow to not remind us of Decembers
Contained by our hours of sleep

What is it about the matters of the heart
Why do we choose to forget and depart
This trend that embarks upon stillness
Longing waiting knowing without witness
The condition of intertwined thought with paper
Recall the nature of pretend, but your mind is on her
When nights with friends, are absent because she’s not there
Why do you think, stressed by the day then a smile
Fills the mind, lifting spirits like the day was worthwhile
But polarities that are involved Have no place for the working mind to solve
While no passionate artist can paint
The equivalent happens to Christian saints
The sacrifice, of the soul’s trinity
Understanding only by divinity

i need to write directly now a days
my mind no longer puts a facade
these words are all sincere
thoughts once in disarray
are now focused

it has been too long
that i have ever cared
on every action
that pursues reaction
in the presence of a muse

played too many battles
carried across many hands
receiving only one side
when I should see both

and here again,
not looking but finding
straddling away
from something potential

it's ironic
we can help so many
but become limited
when we focus on ourselves
through acceptance

well dear reader
forget all the what may
what could be
or has not been

take a chance,
we have been
playing games
all our lives

we can only fall back
to advance forward

to you,

I'm writing a letter for you
keep these words close
lend these images solely
to those mismatched times

i speak with not much grace,
drink water in due respect -
look away yet return,
to your company.

equivocally
i wrote these words
on scattered note cards
learning from the floor
on what should be said
as each possibility
seemingly aligned

i threw away
these 3x5 letters
endearingly followed
by sincerely,

but clearly
i have thought
too much
worried little
than usual

perhaps,
a meal
at your leisure
with my words
now infront of you

but truly
in regards,
to that smile