“In the silence”

When you find that you are not alone,
do you feel a bit more than yourself
such that whoever shares with you
need not be physically with you,
because they somehow are,
inexplicably and truly?
that their revelation
begets relevance
in turn, energy...
in turn, mass...
more You?

I would suggest
you weren’t alone
in those dark times...
that the one who waited
always waited… unaware
of what they would become
when someone reached out
haltingly, doubtingly, anxiously
to taunt, if slightly, a feared reality.
Each of us waits unaware just outside
a sphere of another’s painful incredulity.

Might we all take just a moment to listen
to the thrumming static for voices?
searching, uncertain yet open to
possibilities of union, of hope?
As hearing one emboldens,
what of hearing yet more?
Might connections fortify
or multiply in ways
not yet known
by trusting(!)
in Fear?

That power is
ripe for mining but
intentionally avoided,
for we see it as unknown.
I say we should craft it into
weaponry… its own demise,
as it’s hold on anyone is in fact
lesser than our collective desires
to connect, to share, to live unalone.
It is time we were no longer I and I and I.
We, in the silence, are together… always.

Not everything I write,
Is all about me.

There are times,
When a picture
Speaks words.
Or a thought,
Sparks an idea or two.

In fact,
Most of the time
It isn't personal
At all.

Well, and then again,
Maybe sometimes,
It is.

Sometimes I like to fly high without the need to take airplanes
I do not know better wings than the imagination
No better engine than the heart
I recognize pain because I have felt it
And happiness because I've lived it
I have learned to love however I do not know what it is to hate
I still think hatred is for cowards
And love for the brave
I have bitten the dust on so many occasions that I smell the earth from afar
I know of defeats and failures rather than victories
And I have tried more the soil than the sky
But in the end I always get up to look at the enemy with height
When I refer to enemies I also speak of myself
I have become fond of the vertigo that precipices produce me
And to a continuous line of tachycardias of the day to day of this life
I still have my eyes full of hope
And although my hands hurt to scratch so much dirt
I will always find a time to write all the words
If I want something, it's that I do not get stuck
In the end, happiness is simple
I just ask for some paper and ink
And enough strength not to give up
That every morning I decide to move
And so the world will move with me
To follow,
Keep writing ...
Laughing more than crying
Loving more than hating
Learning and reinvented
Allowing me to be human at one time ...
Follow and continue
And never stop doing it...

Missing you

Sometimes we miss
those who love us,
We miss the way that they held us,

Making us feel like
we can see past anything,
Then we feel as through,
we aren't good
enough for them,

We miss their inner touch,
They way they feel
when they are home,

When they are gone we
miss them even more,
Cause our brains react differently,

In a way, we can't even describe yet,
Come to open a bottle
that you can't
Turn is more devastating
then any torture,

All we want is a lover and a friend,
To have us all to our selves,
Treat us with the upmost respect,

Then they wanna go bash are only
Hearts, Making us feel
like we don't
Even belong to them,

When you kiss them a
body is singling
A sign through is most precious
Gift, it goes straight to
our beloved heart's,

Even though our hearts
have been through enough,
All we want is to find the person,

That can hold us through the night
To make our bodies feel
like we are one
Big moon,

Passion and desire
Is the most feeling in the world
We get moist when they come
Back to our home,

Even when they are inside our hearts
You'll be thinking
like the moon in this
Picture,

Wishing we can have like those two
Love birds in the clouds,
Feeling free and believing anything
Is possible,

When you see that they are you up there.
and thinking about how
did we become what we are today,

That's because we painted a picture
To show everyone that true love can
Happen,

It will show you another side
Making you be the one that you are
Missing in your life.

I'll make love to you...
I will make every part of your soul tremble...
I will strip your mind with verses of the soul...
I will touch your lips with ink from the heart, I will make you wet my pen with your lips, I want you to be mine a night for you to be reflected in my pages, I want to touch you with my words so that my hands are jealous Who are you and make you mine, I want to touch bottom to enter your heart, why have you made my letters become simple ink to the touch of your voice, I close my eyes because my heart is restless doesn't stop shaking what will it be
It will be that this is called beating, today I will leave you marked, you will be my slave because I will make the scripts be my strings, get ready because in your body will be written this story of love, between verses, rhymes and simple letters with Ink, so I'll make you love from the soul to be... mine forever.

Laugh in the face of melancholy,
Stand beneath pouring rain.
Overcome past folly,
So as to remain.
Learn to embrace yourself;
Then you can help others.
In the shoes of someone else,
The thoughts you’d gather.
If time is as they say,
We may even change,
Yesterday.
Origami time... rearrange,
My paradigm.
Shift my thoughts and actions,
To something more sublime.
Equal and opposite reactions,
Newton-ion example.
We have finite time,
But it is ample.
Doesn’t give peace of mind,
Simply a mystery of existence.
There is no rewind,
Just an opportunity for persistence.
Try to grow,
Help others.
Inside you know,
We need each other.

My Lady, across the Ocean,
sent me a lovely note...
Of all the things I've read
'Twas the best thing
someone has ever wrote;

She said she had some interest,
in the things I say and do,
and sent me a lovely image
of herself for me to view;

I can't help from going back,
and reading just what she wrote,
was such a simple gesture,
but my most precious note.

Thank you, Oceantina,
for brightening up my day,
and for accepting my friendship,
in such a lovely way.