I feel so lost and I have misplaced a part of me
Looking for answers in the rubble of emotional debris

How do you rebuild hard earned confidence
Smashed and swept, leaving no remnants

How do you stand on battered knees
And put on an expression that shows no crease

How do you recover something you barely just found
Something that exists neither above or below ground

Try not to limp because the world doesn't really want to know
If you braved through where thistles and thorns grow

They don't really care; In fact they might grow tired
Of the same dirge I insist on having repeated

I'm feeling the repercussions and myself I do blame
For expecting of you nothing less of the same

Only thing I can do is what I do best
Is to revel in overwhelming grief and fallen crest

Be annoyingly frail and exceedingly feeble
Soon may regret because some may deem it intolerable

Get up and chin up or I'll have more to lose
Still retaining the gift of breath I so choose

Pleading into thin air to quell the pain
As I try to piece myself all over again

The leaves are
looking
bored.
They look tired
of being
green.
The sounds that
inspire them
those young birds
who remind them
it is time to be green
again
have all faded away.

I have seen geese
in v formation
flying
Halloween candy
multiplying
on the shelves
of stores who
once never sold it
until mid September
not many minds
still remember
when August
was not about
summer being “over”
and not about colors
of late October.

Warm days are
trying
ever desperate
to hold on
to be present
as darker
evenings
invade the hours
setting the sun
earlier
moving each morning
closer
to colder moments coming
soon.
~Miguel

An unknown direction
on a day rising
with renewed energy
renewed vitality
so much potential.

Taking that direction
of mind over matter
with retooled perception
toward revitalized perfection.

Taking that direction
promotes deeper reflection
searching the soul
avoiding the role
of misguided rejection.

Keep the direction
going
keep the mind
knowing
keep the energy
flowing
keep achievement
showing.

~Miguel

My son runs, wrapping arms around
my nebulous waist.

"l love you, Mom!"  He squeezes tighter,
as if letting go would be his black hole.

"I love you, too, " I squeeze back, absent mindedly.  (Where is the cream? I need coffee.)

"I love you more!" he breathes, without pause.
He gazes into my eyes,
searching my planets.

"Oh no, that can't be true," I retort.
I forget the coffee, his eyes are starlight.

"I love you to infinity!" he exclaims,
staring harder.

He wants to sail the Milky Way with me.

"Me too," I reply, and remember oxygen tanks.

I'm speaking in light years, and I hope the sound waves will catch up to him.

His face cracks into a million years of forever, before he lets go,
dancing across the universe of our livingroom,
his solar system intact.

At least for now.

Reach out to fly and soar,
This hand shall hold yours,
Hold it tightly and firmly,
In return hold another many

Spread then your wisdom,
Be clever, gentle, not fearsome
Give out a thousand words,
In return, sheathed shall be your sword

Illuminate then the hearts,
Let love take over and start
Make it your priority,
In return no candle will be a single entity

                                                         ­            


 *- Help the kids who couldn't go to school, be it through your hand that can touch, through your wisdom that understands, or through your love that spreads

'Twas not normal,
To see children born without wings,
"O cruel sins!"
The brittle women sings.
Mother's hid their wingless children,
Tucked them away,
Ignored their wheezes from dusty, old corners,
Prayed to heaven for a growth spurt,
In the meanwhile,
Wondering how much it would hurt.
                                                           ­       -**Firefly

He begs to die bathed in moonlight,
Dry heaves, blood,
"Murrain of feeling," he says,
His eyes looking dire.
Convulsions, white-hot pain,
Wandering to death's end,
Can't trod off the path.
A final kiss,
Heated desire.
Spreading pain,
Pleasure Disease's lovely rain.

I swat away flies,
Knee-deep in swamp mud,
Gore covered grass.
I beg to die with him,
Mingle our blood! Take two,
"Put me through hell again-"
Wavering voice, eyes met,
"-I miss the fire."
**** me too, let us both die.
Both refusing to live without the other.
Wish granted.
Lovers' gnarled limbs,
Entwined, dried blood,
Severed bonds,
Wing's cracked.
                             -**Firefly