They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

do regular maintenance
on your soul
clean out the blemish
and the soot
soak it in solution

dust out the corners
of your mind
handle it with care
and buff the edges
caulk the cracks

polish the windows
of your heart
throw out the excess
and leave only the joy
furbish the frayed fringe

Stay calm they say,
For they don’t know how to weather a force of nature.
The rise is the heat, it's tropical.
The heat is a daze and the fire spreads.
This midsummer tsunami took me.
It’s rainy season, the monsoon.
It’s lingering under my skin.
I can not control what the weather will bring.
Snowflakes fall.
Forces are weakened, breaths become short.
What is left is not easy to see.
The blizzard.
For I don’t know how to weather my storm either.
So stay calm I say, the rain will wash the blaze away.

we pick up the pieces
when everything is gone
smooth out the creases
and carry on

Roses are red, Violets are blue the monkey just escaped from the zoo, and so did you.

she’s camouflaging the thrill that hides deep down those tired eyes,
because she doesn’t want to see the world in that way.
she doesn’t want to fear the grace
and laugh the pain.
she wants to live fully,
to drink wine in the morning and coffee in the evening,
to watch the moon fading away once with the morning sky and smile,
because she knows that everything beautiful has it consequences,
they will eventually disappear.
she wants poetry and danger,
she wants you to know that she’s not here to stay,
because she is everywhere.
she wants fantasy in a world of drama,
she wants peace and indie music that will catch her soul and learn it how to fly
she wants portraits and compliments,
cigarettes and champagne,
daisies and lilies.

she wants a naturally simple life.