like the flower she is
causing my demise
with the softness of her pedals
and the roses in her words

piercing at what beats
and soothing the colors.
she glistens in the winds
the swirls of lush and trails

spreading throughout skies
falling asleep in abysses
shielding her from starlight
the rays that make her glow

fading away what was never was
fire infused hell it came to her
darkened scenery has captured it
chains of ivy tear in her

deep in the entrenched fault
shaking and rumbling in discontent
shielding away from my desires
the farewells lost in essence:
it was my fault

hey again you lovely sun.
my love and captivity
has begun.
immovable to your disposition,
I cannot get any closer.
immovable to your glare,
does my passion deem me a poser?

your dichotomy of warmth and incineration
to the cold soul you cause me to be.
you take me for granted
and many others fall to your gaze;
my love for you is in a daze;
your warmth carries me away.
needless to say,
I need you.

do I dare move to farther poles
in darkness cold,
just to satisfy my churning heartache
for your beauty?
the heat inside is anything but sinister
it's what makes you alive
in my eyes
your uncaring rays to fellow garçons
burn my retinas.

a star among myriads
you only matter to me.
you're all I need.

how lonely are you?
do the wallowing cries
of unearthly skies
shield your eyes
and send you high?

away from all.

I feel vague all around.
dark sensations
of warm contemplation,
but soft hesitation
to my inclination

for you.

uncomfortable
reserved shy
easy love abounds
when false laughs seems to demise,
grasp what I can out of it;
every moment.
clinging for laughter to last
try to listen and comfort
can't even enjoy my mask.
for tonight I over-judge again;
a thought and a task
be cunning and funny.
to impress the alive people
but quiet staring,
small and unnoticed.
immersed in the group,
or try to be, I quietly think
I let myself stroll.
no exquisite fortune
of finding another.
I pretend to think.
liveliness sinks.
crying in the corner
it wasn't I.
her loss and her musical hysterics
gnawing as sharp knives;
to those who couldn't bear.
indoor plants concealed her.
her very woes also ensnared
by the judgment she dined with.
she lost herself in this jungle
spinning around
sitting by her I fell
spellbound.
drunk on love and guilt
clinging this moment she kissed
the man inside me.
the man I wanted to be.
I returned the favor.
I myself the lucky one
finally it felt good to be...
free.
king at this shindig
alone with the queen
tears throbbing at her
shredding for this fantasy
dreaming of her magical fashion
for I held her firmly.
my inner loneliness she was
so easily.

"usted es un borracho!"


"si."


the medicine cabinet creaks
to a close.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
lit shadows deluge through
open doors open windows
nothing left hidden,
curved lines on his sluggish brown;
corse grey all over his sluggish brown
how did you fall in the routine?
how did you grieve?
homesick to the home you now cry in
eyes droopy and slurring yells
to make it dry inside
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
crossroads of hollow love
bear through another man.
cement and tiles cold
bare skin sprawling in on all fours,
more sips to cure.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.
splashes of many bottles
he doesn't mind,
he's done it before as if countless times,
but with others now forgotten.
dark crescent in the sky
marks where he toasted to himself
darkness seizes another sadness
to how he compromised.
oaxaca mescal and glass;
temporary relief at last.

breathe on me once again
sweet whirlwinds enticing another one,
one? several.
multiply the novels of your same words
magnify their softness while
grasping a firm stance again

plummet private soliloquies
only a cherished may listen.
only a gullible responds
dark veneration hastens.
it's only another long
one.

pierce imaginative attachment
pushing water and water and
perfume of blood rush
candid thoughts paused
to see it diminish again.
memories rid

Beasties in cages.
Dried up minds
conspiring
newfound finds
of old disillusions.
Unknown sorrow
from silent
retributions.
If only these tears
were just dreams
instead of the women,
and little children's,
stabbing schemes.
Lock you up
for another day,
tomorrow's struggles
unending.
Sleep doesn't cure all
of the mockery bending
the very walls of your cage
young beastie.

your illustrious eyes have brittled into something I cannot now decipher;
softer skin erodes to pointless lead.
mountainous, enthralling laughter
jolted to leading me into water dead.
forget the past she said.
seasoned with crisp irritation
or lovely blasphemies
it's hard to tell with make-believe red.
the touches of old photos to my eyes
the water of those touches, touches the ground unnoticed
return to that little cave
it's only natural
to be laying on the rock.
harder withstanding and sheltered feelings
only she could withstand
as if it compromised with
wallowing cries.
chalky eyes.