I see you look at them From a distance For this is a time When love means Staying away Letting the eyes speak And the hands touch Through the wind. You heal the wounded Yet the universe Thinks its you Who owes it Making you pay With hugs of loved ones And at its most cruel Your life.
Dedicated to a neonatologist who recently passed away from the virus, leaving a family with young kids behind. I didn’t personally know her but she left an indelible mark of courage, sacrifice, love.
The forces within Are in constant battle. The good always wins – Or so you thought. But the veil has been lifted Revealing a barefaced you You with your angel wings Deserve no halo. In truth, you hide That dark little side.
The world still stands But battered and weak. It may not recover - Farewells that were never given When the dead were put to rest Hugs that were carefree But now puts one at risk. Or simply, the freedom to breathe Unobstructed.
Prequel: 2020
When you’re close to the horizon That’s when I like you best Whether it be in the mornings When you rise in the east Or the lovely evenings When you set in the west. When you cross that natural line That’s when you truly shine bright It warms my heart each time You turn on dawn’s charming light Or paint the blue, cloudy skies Glorious colors in the night.
I have no patience For your twisted mind The way you serve a fool Has turned your eyes blind. I have no passion For your toxic discourse The points you try to make Echo a fake source. I have no respect For your empty goal The lies you call opinion Have corrupted your soul.
What hold do you have of me That I tend to measure myself In the sparkle of your eyes Or depth of your sighs? Why must the tone of your voice Or purse of your lips Have the power to decide What eats me up inside? How did you turn into my mirror But kept a mind of your own Will the reflection I see Ever stop breaking me?
The clock ticks away like It doesn’t give a damn whether You make it or miss. Its allegiance is hitched To everyone or everything else – Never with you. So you wage a war against it, Defying its natural flow, Keeping with your own rhythm. You never win.
You seem to find power In the silence of my thoughts. You think you exude knowledge In the thunder of your words. But you must know, as I do – Your talk is all fluff. The stillness you hear Is my mind picking that up.
Come see me by the lakeshore On a beautiful Sunday afternoon I’ll bring the new picnic blanket I just bought from Amazon. Come take your bike and hit the trail But don’t forget some ice-cold beer I’ll wait for you under the tree I just claimed as ours today. Come watch the waves roll in and out And people stoked for a summer sun Too bad you will never make it here Figments of imagination never do.
What happened to you? You were the sunshine That lit up a room You were the laughter That couldn’t wait To turn the sound on You had the sharpest wit The kindest heart The sweetest love. Now you wear a scowl That spoils a happy mood You shoot spite from those eyes That used to only see The best of me. You have the loudest screams The saddest sobs The look of surrender. What have I turned you into?
Prequel: The Knot
We used to think The world of each other We used to feel Like ours Was the kind of love Meant to last forever. We did not have it easy Weaker souls Would have scurried away We did stay steady Like nothing Could ever break us apart. But then we tied the knot.
The world abruptly stood still At a time when it thought It had become invincible - A shadow’s savage blow Brought it to its knees Hit its heart with searing pain And rendered its body immobile While its eyes were forced to watch The carnage of this lifetime.
You aimed for it A thousand times And always bloody miss. You tell your hopeful self It’s fine, it’s fine Tomorrow’s another shot at it. Whoever thought it easy Could only be delusional. This diet goal is crazy, A dream that fades away – The kind of new beginning That just restarts each day.
I know you want it better I know you want it best. But if the way to perfection Is killing me with your Punctuations – Let’s stop right now So my life won’t end. And you get to keep yours.
You wear your heart out too much, Your emotions a neon show. Is there a way you can hide them? They look so raw. You say you’re being honest You think you’re being just. They get what they see But do they honor your trust? You can’t just open all your cards And let them play as they please. Hold some aces to your heart They deserve much less.
My mind runs the words Over and over again. My heart aches to burst From all the raging feelings. The things I long to say The truths you need to hear, I fear that they just may Be your heartbreaker.
Big word, I know. Too many letters wasted On something that Doesn’t really matter. But I dare say though – It’s a word well-spent Describing you.
My emotions are running wild I can’t seem to rein them in. They just flow out my skin Like lava when a volcano erupts. I can see the smoke belching Out my ears and out my nose. My head aches like it’s on fire And ready to explode. My heart is contracting It’s pumping black, not red. I am so mad at you And you don’t even know.
It appeared like a star In a very dark night. It promised like a god That you will be all right. It lured you like a temptress To a place you’ve never been. It stirred you to a restlessness Such as one you’ve never seen. It warmed you up to a vision Where you live your heart’s desires. It then left you disillusioned When it vanished as you caught fire.
The heart still breaks Each time I think Of the day you broke it. The wound feels fresh As if it’s only yesterday That you inflicted it. It tears me up to endure Staying as we are, Knowing we are no longer. It drives me nuts Keeping the ties together When we both know We’d rather not.
It was a conversation I wish I never had. A dare against convention I thought was brave and rad. I let you see my future It was a big mistake. A call for you to nurture Left me reel at its wake. A year into that moment, I’d like to mark the day I chose to be transparent But you took it away.
Leading the way, marking memories
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
In the material and spiritual realm
Wanderlust Through Words
What is writing if not conjuration magic?
in search of peace
for what was and what is yet to be
Self-Love, Self-Awareness, Benefits, Guidance
A Weave of Words 