I listened to the rain
And its pitter patter refrain
On the roof top
From a feathered pillow
Below,
Comforted by cashmere,
Chopsticks, Chinese take-out
And the memories of love made
And discarded
Like the red, white and blue wrapping
On my favorite snack,
*******-jacks...

Memories stuck between
Lust and commitment
Unflossed;

Leaving cavities of remorse
In the core of my cupid compulsion;

And I am reminded of the fabled lion
Whose toothless roar
Triggers not fright
But laughter
From his prey...

He savors and dreams of death....

There are no dentures
For toothless kings
And carnivores.

~ P
(#mycupidcompulsion)
(11/22/2013)

The tireless wheel of time
Spins change...

Change of weather;
Change of fortune;
Change of heart...

And though your day seems
Lost in a blizzard of darkness
And sorrow...

Be encouraged beloved...

That change,
And a brighter day
Are but a spin away...

That your gift of sunshine
Is wrapped in layers of pain...

That your seasons of joy
Will be enriched by the rain...

That your twin towers
Of Love and Happiness
Will rise again...

And the code to unlock
Those harrowing chains
Will be written on a rainbow...

For your eyes only...

~ Pablo (#forYourEyesOnly)
1/29/14

I found a note today
Drafted by Future Me
On a virtual cloud of 2053,
Gnarled knuckles and knees
Buckled by
Life's raging storms
like leafless trees
In a hurricane;

Cranium overran
By plaque invaders;

Multiple meds stacked
On  a lonely nightstand
By my single bed
At the senior center;

As bb king sang the blues
And the thrill vanished with the wind
Into an abyss of oblivion;

Everyone will be a stranger then,
It read;
Including snapshots of you...
And us...
And the life we shared...
Saving for the rainy day;

Not this terminal tsunami...
This atrophy of love
And life...

When a man looks
At the tearing face
Of his faithful wife...

And sees a stranger!

~ Pablo (#FutureMe)
2/22/2014

I only know you, my lover, as the empty space between my arms where you laid that day for eight hours straight. I know you as the bitter cold and sweet dawn of a winter morning, and the pale moon hiding behind the blue of the sky.

You do not fit me; we are two different people, and I love that we choose to be together, regardless. We are color swatches, paint blotches: part of a bigger, more beautiful picture that I can only dream to achieve with your help.

And I think that is love: the fundamentals of kindness, separation, and coexisting.

At the party,
I saw faces
    painted passionately
In  smiles and laughter;

Eyes sparkling
          like Crystal
In every hue of inebriation;

Hands clapping
     Extended waves
Of cheerful celebration;

Lips smearing
      lavish layers of
Love on captive ears;

Friends toasting
   The Life
With Ciroc, Moët and beer;

Hollywood wannabes rocking
     Bootlegged Ray-bans
In the dark;

Buzzed ex-lovers
         waging battles
Of the heart;

15's smashed
      into 10's,
Flashing rolls of flesh;

Uncle Johnny
    in his Walkin' glory
Stumbling way past 'when';

'83 Hustlers
         in furs and fedoras
Feasting on free treats;

Soul Train rejects
    moon-stalking
On two left feet;

iPhones and Samsungs
     Making memories
For the curious web;

PotHeads
   in the smoky loo
Getting bloodshot red;

At the party,
  The  living colors
   of life
Piqued my creative core...

And
   I saw
poetry
      in motion...

~ P
(#AtTheParty)
3/3/2014

Daydreaming, dreaming while one is still awake
The minds way of fantasying  
Wishing about another life or being just happy for once
Where reality end and something different begins
They keep people alive in a place where they can’t live
A place where no one else knows
Trying to figure out if I should stay or go
Away from all the worrying and regret
A place where I know no one else will understand