God said to Abraham
**** me a son
Abe said
Ah c'mon boss
Not this again!

we have inside us
lives we havent lived
they demand existence from us
to be birthed
to be unveiled
and we do it in form of words
as a parent we bring them to page
never as perfect as we wanted
and when we look back at them after a time
is like they gave another meaning to their selves
seing in them secrets we wanted to hide
and unveil at the same time
genesis of worlds in themself
lyrical,stoic ,secret
our minds generates worlds,
a need to express our inner rythm
a child of our soul
taken life forever

A knot work spell is an easy way
To breathe magic into macrame.
An anchor knot for an aid
so I don’t drop my braid.

I try to tie well,
for each knot is a spell
I don’t want to unravel.

Carefully binding
to seal in my intentions.

A mantra, repeated with each loop.

I am loved,
I am loved,
I am loved.

Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.

Coffee for fuel, wine for relaxation.
Beer for party, water for hydration.
Green tea? I fancy.
*****? One for a kiss.
My words shoot when provoked,
my poems heal when deserved.
My quill could ****,
my sword are my words.
My mouth could bring drought,
spit that could send you down to pits.
Liquid is for assets, solid for *******.
Gas is for air, gas is also for fuel.
Come back here, why fear a little duel?