It's cold.

The table is clean and the fork and spoon,
They lay in bed, blanketed in a white embrace.

Are they happy? I wonder...
I watch them, waiting for something,
Thinking of someone else.

I am not alone. Her eyes give her away.
She smiles, I smile back softly.
We touch and our eyes meet.
She's warm, she helps me forget.

She gives me her lips and I drink.
Give me more! I want more to drink...
More to forget why I'm thirsty.

Thirsty for her laugh, her dimples, her skin...
Her hopes, her scars, her warmth.

Etched in forts, in long drives, in eyes, in tacos and salsa verde y roja.

But it's cold now.

Rolling boulders ripping through the sky.
Beneath, with bated breath I lie.
Mother nature's pregnant swell, showing.  
One final crack of the whip, glowing.
The quenching droplets rapidly flowing.  
Birth of new life long awaited.  
Earth's crippling thirst satiated.

Tiny grains of love
I always pick them up
Left-overs of their past
For me they're a must

Tiny grains of love
You're what I'll ever have
You're my golden dust
Something mine that'll last

Tiny grains of love
You're what I must have
Yet a precious sand
That kept slipping through my hands

Tiny grains of love
When will my glass be filled
When will I ever be drunk
When will I ever get to taste

A cup full of love

The sunlights shadow gleams upon your face,
as if God had crafted it himself,
yet he took longer than just six days,
because you were not some model on the shelf...
Your skin stole what smoothness silk once had,
and your hair rolls like thunder off your shoulders
your voice would make birds jealous and mad,
while I merely listen and crave.
I hunger for your words to fill me,
fill my love's insatiable thirst,
to hold me is to set me free,
but I must find you first.

I sometimes get hit with writers block
sometimes I can’t please myself with
my own unique creations
I'm my own toughest critic which has led me
to stop writing on several occasions
when the path has been cleared
I'm unable to stop the flow of my creative
thirst; a mouth quenching desire to write
if you were to hand me a glass of words
I'll write all night

When I feel down and I'm feeling so low that part of me feels I have no place to go. Nothing or no one can cure this blue, but I have  found my solution and here's what I do.

I imagine a parent somewhere far away without what we have and I watch as they pray. Yes I watch as they pray for a child to live and I watch as they cope when there's nothing to give.

I watch as they try to feed someone with nought, I watch as they beg so that food can be bought.
I watch as they cry as they bury a nation, who struggle with drought and then die from starvation.

I watch as children get shot just for wanting that learning and still education is what they are yearning.
I watch as the civilised ruin their land and watch how they leave them when things don't go as planned.

I see all the badness that happens and cry as I remember I wanted to crawl up and die. I wanted to die because I couldn't face, the sorrows that are often thrown up in this place.

I cry for these people that I'll never know. I cry for the bravery that daily they show. I cry when I realise how lucky I be, no hunger, no thirst and no real poverty.

These thoughts are the things that turn my mood 'round, these thoughts are what put my feet back on the ground.
I feel embarrassed of such pettiness and my own little problems I can easily address.

Things can be so bad that sometimes we give up, we struggle and cry into our little cup.
But we need to be weary we need just to face and see the perspective within its true place!

You are essential
Like water that needs to hydrate dry bodies
And nourish growing trees.
I need you like the earth needs the sun
And how the moon needs the earth
And how humanity needs oxygen.
I thirst for you
Like a carnivore thirsts for blood
Or how she thirsts for pulls
Of cheap ***** on Monday nights.
You are the droplet of water running down the car window
As I look outside I barely see you
For I am mesmerized by the lights and the charisma
Of night.
Eventually as the sun begins to rise,
Waking the earth with her essential light
I notice you resting on the window.
My hands are very dry,
So I roll down the window
And rest my hand outside
Feeling the cool drops of you
Quench my need for love
That I feel I'll never fully
Receive.

you are a
hidden oasis
and as i
pause
to drink,
i find that
you are
only an
illusion

A child holds out a hand.
He has no tears to cry.
His stomach is a gastric band.
His future is to die.

He doesn't have food to eat.
He has nothing to drink.
To him this life is far from sweet.
His future is to sink.

Whilst all around that other place.
People cause disarray.
By getting started in the race.
That we call black Friday!

Whilst many have to pray for life.
That we treat as the norm.
We're fighting for the cheapest price.
And doing it in swarms.

How can the peoples of these places?
Hold their heads up high.
Does greed reflect from our faces?
Whilst so many other die!

We seems so motivated.
Over a child's toy.
It's ok to get aggrevated.
Over the things we buy.

It would be another story.
If it was a fight for life.
But it doesn't show much glory.
When it's a new coat for the wife.

We have a poor economy.
So can anyone be blamed!
We are all healthy, fed and free.
And we should all feel ashamed.