school me where oceans riff on currents
                               hum H a l l e l u j a h     over strums of harmonies
bus me[ into the Holy Word
                        the Living Word
beckon me

               I'm lost

guide me

                I'm sick, and tired

call me
                 I'm dead against these storms whiplashing the breath out of me

                 to God:
                  
                    I was lost
but now, You have found me
and founded me, an eternal place of love

I have a home, a home! A peaceful home that brims over
with celebrations and praises

A loving home that is glorifies the Lord and lacks in hate, in sin

                     my home, our home



                                 Heaven!

here, and dye
all o'er the cities blue
- Past the fading sky hues .
a dark shadow rises from the east,
brews cold smoke into
whispering waters seeping into my sleep

sweet thunder cries
in the sea of a thousand peoples
raging in a strike
,formation unwavering
Marching in sync,
to the pulsing ache inside your head

sweet thunder cries
here, and bye
till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky

rivers billow into sheets of glass
clattering among ferns of feral green,
the wind hushes, wispy ribbons of sodden grey and dusty tuff
dusting its upper lip

swirling fogs close off the bitter cave
threatening unjust peril in its tantrums of gloom

Despair marks the dripping icicles adorning the jagged
mouth
gasping for clarity in the midst of sticky residue
brittle carcasses and musty debris birthed in multitudes

rivers, don't fall for their plastic traps
bars and traps of fatalism awaits us

I was livid
You were my heaven

A haven of dark boroughs and misty dreams

Should have known
Should have known
Not to trust the
Blood-ranged words of a mortal

Should have known, much
Before
— With time to spare —
my heart froze
Lodged into iron ware

the vine spirals
Bound and wound about the temple’s rod
It’s dribbling a
sickly teal stream
Gurgling with spite and
mirth

Cocooned in
mystery,
Darts of birds fell on
me

Whispering one name over
And over
solidifying into a chant
Booming to the farthest barn
and swirling around
The closest farm

Children sent reeling, keeling
Onto the ***** dank floor

I can hear it now.

“The Raven King”

webbed row-by-row,
hanging from pinpoints under the sky

buildings of inky grey and black, swirls
melting across their borders

a shadow of what-if events drained away

breathless, collapse on your back
muted, lolls your head,
hear the monitor
beep...
      beep...
   beep...

kicking and cursing
from behind the glasses hung over your heavy lidded eyes

swish, goes the scraps into the trees
long and gone,
up to your knees

wrists twist, teeth clacks
snapping in dissonant
feelings of deepened anxiety

ropes of gum collect, spillage
springs from the lever, hurtling, slicing through the darkened sky
a second ticking post - (tiny fist smacking the dusty rusty button)

creaks of its broken joints drift in the air
"beep"
sings its sputtering e-battery, weakly
slowly, staggering
into the sleeping gathering arms of a mother
her broken form splayed crookedly within
the web of glistening pink

His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy *****

creaking left to right from a rope of ****** handkerchiefs

streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle

as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber

–

reverberating heavily within the barren, carved-out cage

It dangled further down,

frenziedly pumping pomegranate-red blood through its narrowing bloated tunnels

yet seemingly lifeless  

–

The boy retched, twisting in the air

skinny limbs flailing,

straining

swollen black veins

–

I awoke

He slumbered obliviously by my side

a opaque pool of drool collected on the crisp, white sheets

–

It was all for naught, a warning-infused dream

from up above, on the oak tree

twitching its delicate nose
from down below, swatting at a frozen leaf

Young palm fronds peer over the fairy-glass waves of the turtle tarn


Parallel golden strips lowers themselves into the mirror pond


Not a ripple in sight- a mask-draped chelonia sleeps inside

globs of glass
twist and swivel in the sunlight

a smattering dozen clear pearls slip
across the slicked floor,
A thin frail twig bursts between the cracks of the dusty corner
emerging amidst sharp concrete and mist

a cold frost nips a bird on the beak,
whistling tales of cold teas and shimmery scarlet-entwined trees

Rooftops exhale, as ash whispers into the dawn sky
a sphere rolls across uneven slabs of dyed wood
before cracking, shattering
As three breaths sigh

here, and dye
all o'er the cities blue
- Past the fading sky hues .
a dark shadow rises from the east,
brews cold smoke into
whispering waters seeping into my sleep

sweet thunder cries
in the sea of a thousand peoples
raging in a strike
,formation unwavering
Marching in sync,
to the pulsing ache inside your head

sweet thunder cries
here, and bye
till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky

flicker in the party's fairy lights
padded feet fumble on the wooden porch planks
stars shine in the leave-shaped ruddy strokes
A rose-leaf complexion peers over
the sugar dusted tree tops

comes the rush of a stream a'flutter
whistling floats from the warbly call of a vireo
a hoarse shriek splits the silence

shatters crystals against
circling curves of white
dashes a sprinkle of hurt
against the rye
whispers gloom, into
the black-blooded night

tastes like sugar
made of the moon's shine
and the crust between its craters
The powdery flour
bursts into the air
flakes falling softly
as the footsteps of astronauts leave behind permanent indentations
sweet-ener
fake sweets swirled in a papery blinding smile
bits of teeth shavings, ***** soup of century-old snow
sliced
tiny cubic centimeters of white
particles dusting the wooden table
falls
onto the sea of churning black dots below

the raggy, dripping sacks of cloth,
marks the dusty road with its tear-
drops
drop
drop
drip
an ant scurries,
a chewed-off cricket leg, balanced,
between the ant's narrow legs
swaying side to side
plop
drops the limb in the drop of an eye
the ant reaches
slips
slides
disappears,
a tiny drop of water
regurgitates
from the pool of sorrow

in the bloom of the moon,
tears of a fragile lamb,
whispers of the oak trees,
and the flickering lamp
of life-

a Snicker
of Magic

hear the waters
scream

rough white parchment
torn up by fine black ink
an octopus curls its legs around the deckled edges
intertwined.

of a root
squirts blood
droplets;
splattering.
the white floor stains
thin veiny twigs
pops from thin saggy skin
A **** of green unfurls

light woved in and out between the clear glassy ocean
Fish
dipped in and out, speaking in floaty, warbly bubbles
a tiny clownfish darted behind the waving arms of a anemone
as a baby porpoise struggled against a blanket of cheap plastic

like a splatter of glitter and paint strewn haphazardley across a blank, white canvas
shines
a galaxy of stars

Like flower petals, only sharper
slowly, bitingly gather in my broken, open hands
I catch the shards
of dreams, hope, love, a future-
a family.
Piece it together, you'll see
my suffering.
But in the same time,
my flowers will bloom
They will become stronger
They will become fighters
They will proudly hold up the torch of hope
Until the shards become one

Underneath that coat of color
is that same blank canvas

from your happiness
flung it to the heavens
to remind you
when the cold moon shines

she slithered into the shadows
nocked an arrow, let out a silent breath
flicked the bullet from the nozzle
she flirts with death

in their eyes
Were muffled by their light laughter
on fragile butterfly wings

Let worship and praise of Him rebound
across the great marble halls of snow!

But Hope shines bright

he was a tsundere fool
captivated, but too late-

Is a resounding unifier
Even babies feel it
when they lose their pacifier

stars sprinkled across
With Hope winking through the veil

Was on the Cross
nothing can compare

beauty?
true happiness?
life?

often we find them (though not all)
as the fiery catalyst for our choices
our future
and for our dreams.

-ed into the old sycamore tree
Victims: Drunk passenger; BMW;

and tree

beautiful

"those tourists"
Sneer at the foreign language you think are blasting
harshly
in your ear

Would they think you

any better?

emotion
Moisture fills the room
Water droplets paint the humid, dripping glass
It's 99 degrees!
The broken AC screams:
corona
rejects strangers in the house
Nevermind technicians
Life
is just peachy

stress filled swollen veins
worries crowd in between neurons
tight and taut- explosion

I sit numb and cold
The hard chair bites me awake
Time flew- 1:30 a.m.

nothing to fear
not when the Lord is by your side
so take courage and put on that armor

endless drops of time
clink
into other people's glassy mason jars
but did this predicament
help you give a little more love to yourself?

Trust to spread your arms like a bird,
a trill singing from your heart
falling back back
onto
a comfort of feathers and tears

a long ramble
and jamble
Talks to self in the mirror, pep talks
You see, you're
still in the stage of finding yourself.
I don't know who this if for,
but what I know is that you
can change the world.
No, it is not a matter of 'can', but a matter of
'will'?

The blue bird trilled
'oh, what a wonderful, jubilant day!'
a baby bird is hatched

of God
Crashes over me
like an eternal
infinite
ocean of waves

We are life's greatest mystery
'biology' 'anatomy'- just terms attempting to define who we are
One of the things that truly defines us
is just being us
My heritage, my language, the color of my skin
your heritage, your language, the color of your skin
All the more, it makes us
who we are