I lost myself once upon a time
in a place that was only whispered to me in dreams.
Where the fog is thick and threads through the seams
of street lights and street cars with *** fights and brillo bars.  
I tell you I lost myself on the tongue of insanity
who swallowed my soul to feed its humanity.
I lost myself
in a city that found me;

San Francisco, 2013

Let me extend two points like two bridges
that begin in separate places but lead to the same thing.
I’m talking the people in both hands with countless art in between.

The people, the people, the people.
What can’t be said about the near million faces
sleeping on warm pillows or cold stones,
wearing top hats or traffic cones
because not every night are people thriving.
But they’re still surviving, getting busy living or getting busy dying.
In their eyes are stories being told
once you wipe those windows into their souls, deep.
You see it all,
Just like every star in the fall when the sun goes to sleep.
I gave a homeless man a dollar who gave it to another homeless man who then gave it back to me
Like we were passing a love note that said, “You need this more than me.”
So which of us was the one without the home?

Home I soon found in the art of every step taken,
one foot in front of the next.
I can’t walk through that city discounting the side effects.
I was drunk,
but not from bottles or cans
I was drunk from the hands
that told tales with graffiti art to camera pans.
and countless other melodies
massaging bricks into the landmarks that spanned.
Culture sprinkling up and down the hills and between the cracks
Painting colors in the sky as the rainbows stacked,
Finding pots of gold by merely lifting my eye lids back.

There is so much to say about this city in the bay,
that is held in place by the people of race
and the vessels of art that encompass in its space
like stories and attitude,
survival and gratitude,
muse and expression
in delight or depression.

I tell you I lost myself in that city.
But I know now that being lost is sometimes the only way to be truly found.

You have a smile that turned a cloudy night
into a perfect sunset hugging the horizon.
And your eyes they whisper lullabies
to the tempo of my heart beating, throbbing,
keeping me warm when the world resides.
A slumber of the sweetest kind
on messy sheets in the heart of night.
With hands like pillows forever fluffed,
when dreaming of you I can’t wake up.
For dreams of night to dreams of wake,
I pray for you my soul to take.
And rest my life I dare not shake
the view of roses that never flake.
Too good to be true, too good that it's you.
A black and white life now springing with hues.
So no need for a picture, or a thousand words
as you melt the freeze frame with every twirl,
every step, all my walks of life reset.
I found you when the pale night crept
with stars as specks behind you wept.
And nervous I kept you wouldn't expect
But my feet were shaking off the floor you swept.
And if the days beyond us disconnect,
your sunset smile I won't forget.

I’m spending too much time on the phone
Thinking about what not to say
Rather than just saying that
I think there’s not enough time in the day
To tell you what you mean to me
So my plan is to turn this day into a life
Worth living a thousand times over
And under, in front, and behind,
360 degrees of you on my mind
I mean 160 characters is hardly enough
To describe your character and
The only emoji worth sending you
Cannot be found on a backlit screen
Or on an x-ray for that matter
It’s found in the palm of my hand
When it’s wrapped in yours
Or on the tip of my tongue
Dancing on your shore
And sure I don’t mind texting you constantly
But I’m more of a primal lover
I need to give you my entire soul
Not just a piece
While returning the peace you leave in me
So don’t worry about reception because
If you think hard enough about me
That just means I’m thinking just as hard about you
And you feel it too
So if this call ever drops
And you haven't had enough
You’ll always know how to find me

Honestly I’m too caught up in you to even function sometimes.
People ask me if I’m okay because I have tunnel vision confined
To a place where I never look back and never resign.
But I can barely make out their words
When your song keeps singing in my head,
And stringing the thread of your heart to mine.
As it pulls without tearing enough to flatline,
While taking you in
To a “Once upon a time” world beneath my skin.
Where the sun kisses you every chance you look away,
And the moon cradles you as if someday you’ll never get older.
Because with you, time never wants to move but carry
Your everlasting stokes of color made from sweet berries.
On a canvas that’s trying really hard to sit still when you’re fatal lips ****
Whatever seems to be holding me down.
A piece that compounds beauty on top of brilliance.
Discovering yourself and the meaning of existence.
Like two flames holding hands, never to strand
From the light, they expand to burn down the doors
That others have shut with all their might.
Chasing the tails of fairies to horizonless twilight.
Searching for no end but the means of foresight undressed
When looking ahead I see wings spread from behind your chest
And pull me pressed to the taste of heaven
When I'm close enough touch your breath.
So don’t stop breathing and never stop believing in our laughter
Because every breath we ever share becomes happily ever after.

It's not that easy giving you sweet compliments
When sweetness always seems to drip right off of you.
I would much rather use my lips to savor your flavor
Without saving a single drop from falling.
If you want me to be honest,
I spent my morning stalling inside of my dreams
Where I saw you and things that are make believe,
Yet made me believe that anything was possible.
Your heartbeat audible as it’s caught in my crown.
You asked for my favorite song
Well you’re singing it right now.
And somehow, someway, or some other day,
I’ll taste all the corners of your sweet Milky Way.

Siguro kahit minsan naranasan mo nang masaktan,maiwanan, at masugatan. Mag iisip ka ng posibleng dahilan o paraan para malimutan ang nakaraan. Ginawa kitang inspirasyon. Pag gising ko sa umaga ikaw agad ang naaalala, magmamadaling pumasok sa eskwela para makita ka. Oo, inspirasyon kita, iniisip kita sa buong magdamag, para akong tanga na umaasang magiging akin ka. Oo, inspirasyon kita, at alam kong hanggang dun lang ako. Alam kong may mahal kang iba. Gusto ko aminin na mahal kita pero ayokong sabihin. Paano ko sasabihin kung takot akong umamin. Gusto ko buksan ang isip at puso mo. Pero hindi ako handa makita ang totoo. Yung totoong mahal mo, yung iniisip mo, yung inspirasyon mo. Siguro dapat na akong tumigil kakaisip sayo o baka kailangan ko nang humanap ng bagong inspirasyon. Gusto ko nang itigil ang nararamdaman ko para sayo. Pero pano ko gagawin 'to kung pakiramdam ko nakatali na ako at hindi na makawala sa alindog na dala mo. Pakiramdam ko kailangan ko nang lumayo. Pero pano ko gagawin 'to kung ikaw ang inspirasyon ko. Gusto ko nang tumigil sa tulang ito, pero pano ko ititigil kung sa tuwing naiisip kita may bagong letra at salitang lumabas sa isip ko. Mahal kita at ayokong sumuko, insipirasyon kita at hindi yun magbabago. Sana maintindihan mo ako kahit na magulo itong ginagawa at sinasabi ko. Natutuwa ako pag kinukulit at hinahawakan ko ang buhok mo. Sa tuwing nahahawakan ko ang kamay mo na malambot, na masarap hawakan at ayoko nang bitawan. Sana parehas tayo nang nararamdaman at kung hindi man tayo pareho, umaasa akong pag inamin ko ang nararamdaman, sana hindi ka lumayo. Sana hindi ka lumayo sa piling ko. Ayokong mawala ka sa buhay ko. Sana ako nalang ang mahal mo. Umaasa akong magiging ako rin ang nilalaman ng puso mo. Tapos na ako. Salamat sa inspirasyon na binigay mo sa akin para masabi ko ang nararamdaman ko tungkol sa'yo sa pamamagitan ng tulang ito. Mahal kita at hindi iyo magbabago