Leaves shadow wild blooms
veiling their beauty like dense and gray fumes
behind the dense dunes
through swishing and rustling tunes

awesome awakenings after
bewildered bereavements breeze breaking branches
carelessly costing crowds
dangerously destroying damages
eagerly ending eternity
flying flies flee floods
gorgeously gusting gale, gazing
hurricanes harm homes
intensifying impatience indoors
jamming jars, jugs
kicking kittens
lamely losing luster
magnifies madness        
nauseous naturalness
obligingly offer
poisonous preferences, posthumous pardons  
reawakening remorses
strongly struggling strifes
through thunderstorm
urbanizing utterances urge
vengeance... *****
zesting zealous zigzags

Sorrow is conserved
at all times
Sorrow is preserved
and it only changes form
one day it is numbness
The next day it is bitterness
and misery or deep dejection
but there is always the same amount of sorrow
Sorrow cannot be created or destroyed
like life
animal compost turns into life
and life transforms into love
and love into sorrow
and then life turns into feces

Life
has hoaxed us
through a luring incense
of love
and trapped us
in death

You are the mangrove
deeply rooted
tides could not uproot you
ebb and flow
could not slow
resistant to all hardship
despite all fault
salt
could not
hurt your scabs
You stood strongly
to prevent all erosion
and let all the fish hub live
pleasing all
with your magical  beauty
brightest greens
livelihood but not the grim
You secured all
creating a sheltered home

The luring incense
And the delicious aroma releasing fragrance
Of the Marigold
Spreads a delicately divine immortality
Through all its vivid and dense orange, red and yellow bright colors
Reflecting the sun and the light
Fully warm, joyful, and happy
In a sphere of fresh and all summer-y, edible melon-like
Aura
And the saffron like sweet and tasty threads bring in a golden hue
of The Muse
With its charming and “rousing the dead” use
On the Dia de los muertos

Todos somos calaveras
Traveling through the circle of life
The noise-making shells and bells
On the single candle burning canoes
Passing under all orange and purple papel picados
Eating slices of the luscious bone-shaped and anise and orange smelling pan de muertos

Silently slanting my orange and red marigold throned head
I weep under the sugar skull painted mask hiding my face
Deprived of the pride that you were once mine
Shadowing the ******* mortal belligerent jealousy
I grieve that you now wed yourself to Catrina
In despair, I mourn like the seasonal and fragile marigold
That has lost all its enticing
Pleasure and attraction
No longer able to fascinate your soul
Nor, ****** or induce  
The withering Marigold,
The Muse mourning
That once coaxed you out of death

Pulling my hair
out to find the pair
of the sock and stare
at the big pile where
the other pair is I swear
in despair
it is not there
I stop and play solitaire
with a frown and glare
as if I am unaware
that life is unfair
the unfound sock does not even impair

Living like the routine has never been broken
keeps hope alive for a while, unspoken  
It is as if reality is not as it seems
and you will come back any minute with the morning beams

I wake up with the blinding lights of the new day
and take a shower to let the water wash away my despondency
I put on makeup to desperately
hide my depression
then look through the window desolately  
to watch the morning dispiritedly
I take my time to prepare a healthy breakfast
and brew tea
steeping extracts all the aroma of my pain

then I sit down and watch your photograph
and gaze into your eyes
praying to spend the rest of my life with you
before I throw away the breakfast
thrashing my heart

it is not possible for me to use "the newly-wed" words anymore
the honeymoon with life is over,
there are no love words
or passionate looks or hugs
Life just hugs to choke me with as much anguish as possible    
life will not spoil me ever again like you did when we had our honeymoon

Now thinking about our moments together is like a stab wound.
Some scars they say “are never cured.”
Oh, the fire that you have ignited in my heart was a merry-go-round, beautifully groomed!
You always told me to lean my back to you
And as much as I can, I lean my soul and heart through

planting more flowers than you can look after keeps you attached to life
watching their strife
is choosing life over death
it is such an oxymoron that the word breath
rhymes with death
in your breathless repose
life flows without any pause

Never forget that once we were lovers
who had hopes and dreams
Always remember that we had a future in the past

Varied malice
vultures gather around me everyday
Flying in circles they drop down to
Look me straight in the eyes
                                                 disparagingly
Waiting for me to die
They can smell the appetizing spice of death
They sharpen their beaks
Rubbing them against my woes
Scratching and pecking at my grief
                                                              patiently
Devoid of life
This rupture will never be healed
They know
They wait until I totally lose heart
                                                                silently    
Once they feed themselves on me
Hissing and grunting  
They will eat my **** and guts first and
They will feast on my liver, spleen and kidney  
and all our memories too will be digested in their intestines
Only bones, clothes, and shoes will be left
But my pain, the poison in my heart  
Will be the biggest threat to them
Even their highly corrosive and poison tolerant  
stomachs will not consume
The toxins of my spirit
The venoms of my soul
They will all die of swallowing my rotting mind
Inhaling my cries
And snacking on my neurotoxicity

Cracked my skull like a walnut
Hitting me on the forehead
My water proof skin
did not soak my own tears
When they turned me into a coat
and sealed  my fate

Hold my hand and lift me up
if you are there
                                          If not, hold my hand and drag me down there
                                          into the ground  
                                          if you are down there
The borders between you and me
                            split my life    into two
Leaving me in a sad and sluggish bipolar world
                           through high and low moods
We too deserve to flow and glow with love in a seamless earth

A dream
or a hallucinated
fantasy
or an illusion
of a fully theorized
delusional
hypothetical
visionary
abstract
idealized
conception of
all love should be like
in the streams of my
unconscious
consciousness
is
you

It is that time of the year
Summer is almost here
It is time to pack up
and leave all the gray behind

I will pack up light
I fold the latest dress that you bought  
my love takes up all the space
and I take my biggest dream with me in case

The two imaginary friends
that I have both left me
One has become real
And the other one died

will I ever be able to find you
if I whirl fast enough
to transcend time and place?

Forget all the things
that I have said out loud
Just listen
to my murmuring heart

Pacing through the desolate forest
with the recalling voice of the chorist
rain touches my soul
as I ramble in my inner black hole

The wind washes my face
as  sorrow and sadness chase
I leave myself to the propelling wind
to leave everything behind

Thinking about all that happened when the wind blows my hair
how could life dare
separate us
and fill my heart with pus?

Love takes many names
and forms
and... no norms
true love endures
all the storms
in my heart like Nikos
Nikos, the brother
Nikos the father
Nikos, the lover
He is the pure water  
and I am the natural sugar
in order for sugar to dissolve in water
love needs to result
white crystals to invisible water
changing from solid to solution
the sweet water-love
butterflies will feed themselves on us
and fly to the light
forever...

Clearing the harshly calm, gray, shallow, stitched shadows of winter
on the pillow. Shining its light through the window  
spring is almost here to nest love  
not even slightly grasping the end     
or hearing the lonely, silent, detached murmurs of a mourned love

Springing from the pure and transcendent serendipity of love 
I have embroidered fancy, needlepoint stitches of you
on the clear canvas, twining the shadows of you with the most beautiful colored yarns
to nest my love under spring waters and bird nests

Shadowing my way towards you 
death is stitched to my soul with a hundred nettle rash like needle stings
to nest my sorrow under my heavy heart aching despite the spring
clearly singing a love sonata about a flaming red, bleeding heart flower sewed on a weary, withering woman’s chest 

On the chamomiles, poppies, and beautiful roses embellished quilt  
here you and I nest
and finally, rest  
when we have a bitter, sharp stitch in our hearts
having seen the dreadful, deadly, and dark shadow selves
repressed fears, tears, and spears ****** our souls
through cluttered sorrows under the semi-stitched garments 
Even the clear spring nor any other magic can possibly unclog

Your name has been signed across the transparent wings of the dragon fly
Clearly crystal under the colorful patches
The two strong pairs of wings
Carry colorful rings
Of love
Dragon flies hover around me

Every morning I salute the sun
the sun salutes me back reminding me that it is another day for me to suffer
It divulges everything with its bright light
and I try to cover things up
until the end of the day, the sun insists to shine the truth on me  
and I reflect it back through the crooked angles and labyrinths of my mind.
I bend the truth in whatever way I like
and the waves of echoing distortions shade the sun

my timid and feeble breath hesitates to catch up with life
when I had you all the days were bright
and it felt alright
leaving everything behind to hide from the night
feels like finding the light
but it is not quite
right
as shedding tears will blight
my soul with mold

Beneath my skin and skull
Hidden smiles and lies,
Buried hopes and despairs.
I wander among the wrecks
and ruins of the war zone,
Posing for a photo with a few
friends-
And a couple of others who
have been here since the
beginning.

Beneath the surface of the
Earth is a perfect place to
restart.
Death is peaceful, quiet.
Perhaps, the best way to live.

All the faces
have been shattered
like worn out masks
Call an angel and nay
many un-awakened
would stand aloof

I am hopelessly muddled
by the unglazed
remembrances of you
that have been scattered all over
in an already mazed
world
and I am on the ground
whirled

There goes the breathless labyrinth of my heart
I got lost a million times to wake up from deadly nightmares
Detours and dead ends
Meaningless paths lightened by dark lights
A maze of little thoughts
coils of hope
All nodes of you

would you return
if life had a u-turn
I will learn
when it is my turn

Vanishing
vanities of life
eventually...
disappear
in the hands of those living
Skulls and roses
time and dice
and...
wilted flowers
all wry and dry

Through a small passage
of my coal-like burning
soul
escape the fume-like despair and anguish
the shaft of my
volcano
heart erupts the lava-like pain through a hole
the ejecta
words
the outbursts
of my hurts

plain
pure
pristine
simple
sheer
mere
distilled
untainted
unspoiled
my love for you is
and therefore
                                             I am all
naked
naive
****
transparently
see-through

Then came the waves to carry her
to the best of everything.
Waters were glittering as she gazed,
she’d long longed for serene
tranquility.
The circular rhythms of the waves
housed various lives,
each starting and ending a span,
endlessly, one after another.
She thus traveled along to better lives.

take my computer away
even if I write thousands of words
I will not be able to seep my heart out
I know where to find you
but my heart does not let me
go beyond this world

immensely soaked in a breathless vision
whatever I do
I am lost in you

you             A
and me       B
      you       A
and me       B
      you       A
and me       B
and us       AB

What happened when I was gone?
If you ask...
I don't need to smile anymore...

We have become good friends with death
We both know that life is just a feeble breath
We hang out together and he gives me the strength
He kisses my heart and I hold his hand

Death talks to me and asks me no questions
He accepts me as I am without suggestions
He is trustworthy and has authentic perceptions
He is my best friend and has no deceptions

Difficult to leave and impossible to forget
He has my back no matter what
He prevents loneliness and fret
He has walked into my life after you walked out.

I opened the closet
to find your warm hand
in the pocket of the green hoodie that you used to wear
I found two empty mint chocolate thin sleeves
that you kept  
a memory of us on a warm winter day
you were there holding my hand

words belong to this world
words flip-flap
and fill the whole sky
like heavy clouds
white or dark
they shed light
and lead hearts at night
but they too migrate
leaving the skies all empty
silence remains
when words fly away

Life does not use commas
It is all about sudden and abrupt dots.
Lots and lots of exclamation marks!
and breath-holding, un-bear-able hyphens
and full of endless question marks
Aw! all will eventually end with full stops
and maybe... ellipses points... if there is life after death...

burned wood smell mixes
with the alluring mountain anemone odor
as I walk up the oregano aroma filled hills
with the excitement
of being close to eating mountain strawberries
all wild and not mock
they are truthfully tasty, rich, and redolent
wholeheartedly you
far from being bland
unreadable
and forgettable

Standing at the far left of the frame of life
I have been dwarfed by the tall branches of the giant bodied willow tree like sorrow
My brain has been ****** by a poisonous arrow
under the shades that I borrow
from tomorrow

You
withering chamomile
fading, bygone, forgotten
feel the loss of
love
mourn the absence of you.

I borrow words to tell how I suffer
                               No one can offer
Serenity
Far from sanity
Absolute solitude
All *******
Numb I should be
I am sure you’d agree
That nothing rhymes
Ohh even the soothing chimes
with loneliness

I have been locked with you in a world that is
without you
I can no longer see you as my eyes have been blinded with  constant wet
I can no longer hear your voice as my ears are constantly ringing in a deafening murmur
I can no longer touch you as I cannot reach you
with you is without you

She does not write poems
that rhyme with her seeping heart
anymore
glittering hymns had long been lost behind valleys impermable
posing questions of loneliness, heartlessness and darkness
caged souls
and sealed memories
are left behind
as unspoken means of hopes
oh nymhs of woes
outbursts of hurts
neglected says and nays
a menacing drowsiness of wordlessness betrayed  souls leaving deep holes

brought the brown little squirel an acorn aloof
fall has many different browns
walnuts, chestnuts and nuts
pine cone brown and dry leaf brown
wreath of brown
mud spread on the sole of my shoes as I paddled through  the pumpkin filled fields
pumpkins shone on me like the sun of the dry brown soil
as I stepped on the dried leaves rustling with grief
autumn has many different browns
cinnamon brown and the tree trunk brown
wreath of brown
the dry purple lavenders are now wet with my tears that come from my dry brown heart
the brown sorrow
Wrath of my soul
life has many different sorrows
Wreath of sorrows

A whole new direction in the meadow
Saddened trees and whys.
Saffron like shadows
spoiled grass and hollows  
More of the same old
the maddening racing of my heart
Shaded against the sun
all trenches end up with you
journeys are all set off to find us  
new versions of the two of
us but the same hows
everything is yellow
like in the Coldplay song