Once I met a man
who understood everything.
Life, death, gods,
the woman who left,
and taxes.

He said:
“Gods are here.
But they no longer care
about people
who can’t laugh.”

Then he wiped his glasses
and said maybe
he was just hungry.

And I believed him.
Because truth often
sounds like a mistake
too beautifully spoken.

Now when I pray
I don’t wait for anything.
I just try
to make it
a little funny.

Like when you say:
“Forgive me, God,
for I was human again.”

And you feel
someone there
bursting out laughing.

Holy sarcasm -
that’s my faith.
Because sometimes the greatest sacredness
is the laughter
that comes
when you think
you have no voice left.

I wasn't born strong
but when pushed
to the limit
a Herculean
I became-
fear I scorned
I began
to sing
my brave  new song:
I was miraculously reborn
and proved
destiny wrong

I often think about
What we could be
In another life

Wrong time, wrong place
But what if it wasn't?
In another life

Freedom to act
On the feelings
In another life

I would explore you
And you, I
In another life

And yet we are in this life
A spark left sizzling
Refusing to die
In this life

Each smile a map, each line a trail,
Etched softly on the skin's embrace.
A journey marked in fine detail,
The story written on your face.

The laugh that danced around the eyes
Still lingers in a softened fold,
A map of moments, lows and highs,
A quiet story, gently told.

Not every crease was born from pain,
Some stem from joy that overflowed.
Expressions that we can't restrain,
Emotions that our hearts bestowed.

So wear these lines with quiet pride,
They are the footprints of your days.
A testament to life applied,
A living poem on your face’s page.

It's because

of today

that I have

my say:


I'll stay

I'll not walk away!