Your kisses
are snowflakes
that fall on my skin
like delicate lace
and slowly melt
as my passion
heats
for
more

Sometimes the rambling
of your thoughts
in the middle of night
alone
is the only music you need
to keep you company
till dawn!

Someday
maybe one day, he says
I'll strum the strings of time
to echo vibrations from someday
till today

Someday
maybe one day, he says
I'll rearrange the stars
to spell "yes, they are!"
because it's truly bizarre

Someday
maybe one day, he says
I'll ask the moon how he copes
with the sun, every time he rises
and she sets

Someday
maybe one day, he says
I'll get the jar of wishes
and plant them in all of
my today's, my everyday's

Someday
maybe one day, he says
I'll lie on your side
and listen to memories of your breaths
and let them carry me into
deep slumber

Someday
maybe one day, he says
this roof will expand
to meet the ends of the earth
to be big enough to fit all our dreams

Someday
maybe one day, he says
I'll erase all dark days
and force the sun to rise
to new better days

Someday
maybe one day, he says
will be
"the day"

A poet's curse
is the thriving
on extreme emotions
for what's a pen without ink?

I bit my fingernails
to the bone
only to understand
the pain
that my pencils
have
withstood

My body asked my soul
to take over
surrendering to what
age has imposed on it

My ears heard it from afar
that beat, those repetitive
jolts of energy
of life

My hands answered
and lifted themselves
in the air, that fresh
sweat infused air
my hands reached out
to the beyond
to the stars
they felt all that toxic poison
in that body released

My legs
stomped all that compiled wrath out
on that ground
merciless
free

My hands
my legs
my body
let go
to the beat
that's calling me from afar
from around the corner of Thursday
till the end of Friday
all the way till the dusk light of Saturday

Call me and I shall answer
I am here, I await my therapy
my stomping like a mad tribe member
of the modern world

Call me and I shall scream to the heavens
and shake the stars above
let them hear my "freedom call"
let them know that I
right now
belong to my original instincts
I am dancing with the contemporary cult of today
those going around in circles
no right or wrong
just here and there
up and down
exchanging powerful hugs
of energy from one intoxicated soul
to the next

The sun god is hypnotizing
us to dance to greet him
the beats, oh the beats
they get higher and higher
the energy is reaching
a ****** to numb
all mankind

Guilt free kisses to boys and girls
that beat
it's the heaven's calling for us
the heaven's begging up to let go
and become one
under the
sound
of
Music

Floating
poetry
is simply
a conversation

Words
paper cut
my skin
with unspoken
emotions
for my voice
failed to give
them their
proper justice

My paper
ached to feel stories of you
on its pages

yearned to taste the adventures
you had with my heart with every
curve of a letter

and craved to vicariously
enjoy the pressures of pleasures
on it's blank slate
every time
you trace bedtimes
stories up and
down my spine

I excel
at the sport
of
fal
(in love)
ling

Break away from the things
that change who you are

Pull the reigns
on your recklessness

Ride through your days
back upright and shoulders straight

Look ahead
squint and let your sight
pierce through your horizon
the vision of your illusioned future
that's as blurry
as your
eye sight

I  collected dust
over the years

They filled my hands
with worries and fears

Today I threw them
to the skies
they turned to stars
that glittered away

.

Elegance
em(b)odied
by natur(e)
(a)stonishes
the so(u)l
of every
s(t)anding
e(y)e

I saw a storm
brewing
I could have
easily stepped
over it

But the raging winds
the piercing rains
and you
were just too irrisitable
and the calm I was in
was too
stable

I used to look
now I see

I used to crush
now I love

I used to hug
now I embrace

I used to rage
now I engage

I used to jump to conclude
now I skate to it
taking my
time

I used to fall in
now I rise to
taking you
with me

I used to blush
and
I still
do

Actions don't dictate my behavior
let me latch onto the next bottle
sitting across my vision
settled, calm

Let me drink and word *****
on your shoes
leaving a stench that will remind
you of the hazy days
spent, boozed up

Let me smoke till my lungs
beg for a molecule of oxygen
to freshen it's dank corners

Let me wobble on the sidewalk
reminding my feet which one goes first
let me sway, cursing whatever
injected my heart with a dose
of forbidden feelings

Leave my vision of tomorrow
the same, swallow the the changes
like an unwanted gag
drown it with that burning liquid

Let me be, as if the next encounter
is just seconds away
let me
be

Dear Mugger,
I hope you are doing well
and that amount you withdrew from my card
is being utilized to your benefit.

I just want to thank you
for putting me through the ******* on a Friday night,
at 12:35am.

I want you to know that
I had no idea my anger can reach such great heights,
or even such a caliber.
Adding to that, my voice wow my screeching voice
made the rats rattle in the sewers of the city

I hope that pink wallet treats you well
along with all its memories
that might seem like just paper to you

I hope they crawl out of that rectangular purse
and paper cut their way to your throat
I hope they leave a mark on your skin
just like they have on my life

I hope every moment
engraved on a piece of paper
in that wallet
cuts you so deep so your heart feels it too
just like mine

I hope my family pictures
burn marks on your chest
so you can feel how much warmth
they give me when I am alone

I hope my sister’s lucky charm bracelet
embraces your wrist so tightly
that it clots your blood
and hey it wouldn’t fall off

I hope the note my grandma wrote me in 2005
rests on your face
covering it, protecting you from evil
like it did for me
and in the process
suffocates you with all its love and might

I hope my ID cards
melt in your hands
so you can feel the burn of my presence
the impact that I have when
I
AM
AROUND

I hope my bank card
slits your cheeks
so you know that smile I have
at the beginning of every month

I hope

I hope, dear thief
that my wallet gives you a taste
of life,
the life I have
and poison you with how much
I am
blessed and you
are not

****
you!

It all began
with a gaze, then..
a thud knocked on my valve
disrupted the blood flow
constricted it
jolting my own chamber of life
with a new life
foreign to my heart
to my being
I opened all 4 rooms
and welcomed it with open arms
warming the cold chills
that have overtaken
it over the years

A constriction that
turned my face red
and made my lungs ache for air
as I took a deep breath
to fill the void
I inhaled your aura
and it nestled in
the center of my being
turning it into
a warm
home

Once upon
a time
I listened
and my story's
plot
thickened

I have never enjoyed
the rain as much as I did
the night I bumped
into you
walking adamantly
to a destination
that I wished
conjoint
with mine

Ready?
(takes a deep breath),

Jump, the heart told me

eyes closed
serene smile...

I am a sucker for
               F
              A
             L
               L  
                 I
              N
               G
             (IN)
             Love

I have so much
I want to say
so much
                I want to write
a lot more

but I find myself
day
  d                          m
          r          a           ­       i                g
                e                  n

w­atching       it              all            like             a               movie

My vision
seeks you
like an
escaping sun ray
through a grey
cloudy sky
clear
and bright

I always showed you
how I shone
under the sun
but you never noticed
what happens
when I melted

I always say
it'll change
but the morning
will never be a sunset

I called for
the unknown
The universe heard me
and flooded
me with the unexpected
then said
"you never fail
to surprise
me"

You wanted
to have your
cake and eat it too
well honey
take a bite
I am spiked

Strawberry frosting
can be deceiving

We fall in love
like we fall for
dessert
quickly
and
irrationally

We are as unfinished
as the the limitless
night sky

We are as full of surprises
as the meteor shower
with sudden shooting stars

We are as explosive
as the big bang
births a new galaxy

We are as dangerous
as the burning sun rays
as they flair magically

We are as chemical
as two elements
shy from meeting
in a test tube

We are as messy
as a mental disorder
far from logic
yet so aware of it

We are as passionate
as wine with sunsets
as Shakespearean
romantics

We
simply
just
Are
but
Cannot
be

The tug war
between my heart and my mind  
left me in a minefield
of questionable
outcomes

Take my heart she said
and place it between your ribs

Let me feel
an emotion, that has fled
my being for 2 years and counting

Take my heart she said
and color it red
let it blend with the color of passion

One that has chilled my sheets
with loneliness

Take my heart she said
mend its cracks, make it whole
for it looks nothing like a heart now

Just bits and pieces
barely holding on to
whatever keeps it going

Take my heart she said
and cover it with notes
that nurse it back
to mastering its own beat

It's just monotonous now
it needs a jolt
to bring it back
to bring
me
back

Take my heart she said
and when you're done
put it back
gently

The sun kissed her
skin to a passionate burn
******* all the energy
from her
yet she was able
to float with the
turbulent waves
of that ocean
as they
complemented
those of her
heart

When
there's that certain
tapping on
a fragile heart
there's that
salty raindrop
collecting
in your
eye

I tasted your fire
and now I am
in love with the
burn that
lingers
on my
tongue

Entertaining
thoughts of you
gives my muses
a taste of what
"could have been"
and that drives
them insane

The mind will never learn
until the heart does
and that's the toughest pupil
to teach

Her eyes dimmed
with every blink
that sparkle dissolved
in that black hole
that centered in the middle
of the pale blue eyes

Her body fluctuated
letting go of all things youth
from the tightness of her skin
to the fresh round cheeks
that once screamed health

Her hair darkened
those golden curls
straightened their act
falling on her hollow cheeks

Her neck that once stood tall
hid behind her gigantic scarves
keeping its seductive scent to her
and her alone

Her belly that once digested
the harshest of adventures
lay there, barely full

Her legs that danced with the moon
and ran with the sun, shivered
every time they pounded the pavement

Her fingers that once
narrated a sea of stories in a day or two
but now lay there helplessly
with no pen to hold
no inspiration to burn
within

It was the first time
she stared at a blank page
and shrugged her shoulders
and said "so what"

that was the moment
her muse
fell down to her knees
and cried rainfalls
of tears

Your hands
are a silent
story book

When a heart
forgets
how to heart

A mind how
to
mind

A logic
how to
logic

A human
how to
align with
all the above

White slates
blank plates
isolate ....
let's relate
let emotions
delegate
risky stakes
who cares
let's ...
before it's too
late

I heard Bukowski the other day
with his harsh drunken voice
echoing in my ears
strumming my heart
telling me to "go all the way"

A switch was clicked
My mind was intoxicated
I felt him near
pointing his boney finger
at my noise
"Go all the way"

As simple as it sounds
those 4 words shadow a journey
that'll forever scar itself on your heart
and engrave itself in your mind

My surroundings just got clearer
your glasses just sharpened all the ***** edges
that were parasiting their way in your mind
slowly eating you away, feeding on the only
life form out there,

"...and you'll do it, despite rejection
and the worst odds "
It's this knocking against your skull
this tapping that's getting louder and louder
"you'll do it"

This lustful feeling for whatever it is
that your body yearns for
that seductive pull
your lover does to drag you closer

"Do it, do it, do it
all the way"
he says

She longed to love
today she loves
with all her love,
a different kind of love
the love that the world needs
over and over

I am not saying she doesn't love
of course she does
she loves in a different love than
the other love
a love that her friends know

She's full of love
the love they love to receive
the love that colors your days
the kind of love that loves to love
the biggest of loves

With all that love
she still longs for the love of lovers
the love for the love of
the love for the insanity of
the love for the recklessness for
the greatest of loves

She's full of love
but longs for that love
the one with the brown hair
and the hazel eyes
that
kind
of
love