what I wish for you is too much to pen
and if words could touch you in your corner of the universe
I want them to plant kisses all over you
to smother you long enough to take your breath away
to have you dance in the Caribbean windstorms
and ...

I was never afraid of being forgotten I was afraid of being remembered incorrectly So I stopped explaining I let silence correct the typos . I let time misunderstand me . The truth The real truth doesn’t rush to be aknowledged ...

what do you say
when you know it's over?
does love just float away
like a leaf in the breeze?
do you pour out your heart
to the nearest stranger
and every night
find yourself on your knees?

does the thought of her
keep you occupied
tho...

I'm not a poet

have gone through the rinse cycle

writer of poems

what you think about the words what you think the words are worth do you like the verse to not forget a word I must rehearse spring back in time put it in reverse relax remind myself to unwind the silver strands let the seasons blow in the wind t...

I never talked about

I never do talk about

What would be nothing more

Than a pointless argument

A shouting match

With no winner

I think we were cast on a journey where all things would be both known and unknown to us. We are cosmic beings but I just want to make sure you are having some fun while you are here. Take advantage literally of everything that the world has to of...

Time is a quiet teacher

it never raises its voice,

never begs to be noticed,

yet somehow,

it is always heard.

It slips through our fingers

like water we swore we could hold,

pooling in memories,

dripping into regrets,

can you see me?

a quick glance at my face
and longer stare at the clothes I wear
answering arbitrary questions

"do you got a job?"
or
"what kinda car you drive?"

and I smiled
giving acceptable
and yet
honest answers

we sat there over di...

Have you ever

Written your name on a foggy window

Childs play

You know when its warm inside

And its cold outside

Use your finger as a pen

Condensation is a sketch book

Temporary letters

Kiss the glass

Ephemeral consonant...

Just came out from debrief
aligning my perspective

calming my mind
focusing on the objective

tuning in...
myheartbeat

racing ever so slightly
my vision,focusingupon mymission

Let mecheckmy pulse
still strong

check...
remove th...

In between heartbeats

Whispered breaths of love

Nevertheless blessed

In the shadows of the witness

Beneath the golden horizons blessed

Sun-kissed

Upon the dawns’

New quest

Moonlit waves crashing

In the air

Bre...

it was all too good to be true...

you
in that hip-huggin’ black dress
just lookin’ for me to
lock my arms around your waist
and hold you tighter than a crack addict holds his habit

your hair
flowing freely
softly
just lookin’ for my f...

I know it's here
somewhere

saw it yesterday
scurrying underneath the bed
hiding safely in the shadows
scampering into the darkness of the closet

I chased it
looked for the flashlight in the drawer
by the time I returned
shaking the pi...

They gave her a scarlet letter

without ink, without proof, without truth,

just a whisper that slithered

through rooms she never stepped into.

A rumor…

dressed up like fact,

perfumed in assumption,

handed out like invitations t...

the silence between us is a bridge where the echo of the chorus plays we strum the strings as we turn the page a thousand different ways to split a solo into a twin flame we always did belong on the same stage carrying notes but if it's a poem ...

personally I don't eat everybody's gumbo I don't know what the big deal is about it gumbo is like potato salad it's a right way and a wrong way to make it according everyone's taste if you ask me "don't ask me" I'm not a food critic and I don't do...

I learned that lies

don’t always arrive loudly.

Sometimes they come softly,

wrapped in kind words,

patient smiles,

and promises that sound like peace.

You came to me

with what looked like sincerity.

You spoke like a man...