It cannot be silenced
this throbbing hunger, as it burns mildly
a yellow flame against the silhouettes of now

They know what this madness is
this hunger that I talk of, this fire that keeps bustling
the stars are watching me
as I look back up
and they know

The Days Grow Shorter And The Nights Grow More Weary
As The Days Pass My Love For You Is Dire
And As You Walk Passed Me I Feel As If I Fell Into An Abyss Of Love
And If You Knew My Feelings Would You Get More Weary Of Me,
If Only You Knew I Was Here For Your Warm Embrace And You Mine
If Only You Knew That I Was Dying For You
If Only You Knew I Am Waiting For You
If Only You Knew I Feel Safe With You
If Only You Knew.....I Love You....

When I go walking
he is beside me.
When I say I've got it
he really has.
Because he knows me
and because he knows me
he understands.

Religion… my writing,
  all faith in my pen

My savior the words,
—the Muse heaven sent

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The redwoods were so immensely
present and just plain there! ...
as we stood at the base
and looked up & into
the filtering bright
sunlight and
the high, high
branches,

that I wished I was
seventeen again & that
I could take some Acid
& just plain put my
arms around them
& oh so softly weep,

it would have been a beautiful
moment that I would cherish
forever & lord almighty would
I have felt so much better
about all & everything.

I'm always afraid
of what the unknown
has to offer
I'm scared
to look too far
into the future
I don't know if I'm ready
or if I'll be good enough
I think I've always felt this way
I've gone through life
going through the motions
not stopping to take a step back
and breathe in reality
Does anyone ever have it figured out?
Change pierces my fickle heart
and it collapses under the pressure
I don't know what's next
I barely know right now
So I'll stay here searching
until my fickle heart
finds peace

The best part of the day was two-thirty for me
The best part of the evening, is when I am on the train
With my thoughts, my aching feet
and you on my mind: the warm feeling

The high risk: the madness, this military world
then I thought of a Jamaican comedy
Shabada, Trever and basement Granny
The vibes, his voice, their natural dialect,
of freedom raw on stage, big up to them
Like the olden days with the pen and paper
Pen pals and old typewriters: we communicate freely
Without the social media tools:
Throughout each line we read, we smile,
We touch the smudge ink on the pages,
its represent the love of someone who cared

However, here today is the trump administration news
The regales stories of families who are being torn apart
The thousands of elephants that are being poached for its ivory tusks
To the messages it sends about an uncaring leadership team
For all my pain, my good deals of the day,
Merci, merci, mercy me!
My plantar fasciitis: when would it all end?


**P.S Don’t be afraid of the darkness that surrounds you
Be afraid of the darkness within you…

When I was a kid
I used to dance with fairies.
Playing hide and seek with elves
And picking strawberries.

When I was a kid
I used to ride on unicorns.
Hunt for leprechaun's gold
While getting pricked by the rose's thorns.

When I was a kid
I used to walk on rainbows.
Sing the winds' melodies.
Arm myself with bows and arrows.

When I was a kid
I used to swim with mermaids
And fly up high with the birds.
Carving woods with a blade.

When I was a kid
I used to fly on witch's broom,
Cast a spell; join at battles,
And watch the world go boom!

When I was a kid
I used to fight with monsters,
I'll face them with great courage.
Being one of the King's daughters.

But the terrible truth is: that was " when I was a kid."
The world said that "fairy tales do not exist."
I want to bring them back for they are happiness to me.
But first, I'll fight the monsters—monsters in reality...