untitled

the lighting in the room
dim
slow glances exchanged across
wall to wall
i smell the fear of honesty
but still crave it as reality.
complicated interactions make time with you
mystifying.
enjoyment fast turns into
synthesizing
in attempts to figure you out.
playful banter disguises the ‘other’
whose presence is undeniable.
in the rhythms of your body and jargon
‘other’ seeps through.
can glances translate into words?
or is something much larger in the way?
i appreciate your poise
ethereal from start to finish
but aptly identify it as translucent
gossamer on a dewdropped day
attracting and detracting all in the same breath.

"untitled" and "untitled"

untitled

worlds swirling

bodies dying

crying on the outside

inner emotions

boil at the sound

of babies cries

bombs ignited

we've fought for freedom before

clearly lost

a battle evolves

grows larger and more complicated

politics sophisticated

proliferated

by those with wits duller

than you and i?

fighting the good fight

at home

while soldiers continue to roam the homes

of countries unknown where the only contact

with love they have is through the phone

by they still fight

guns blazing

american flags waving in the air

acknowledging a land where the laws

and systems don't listen to the people whose

hopes and dreams

day after day

year after year

they are missing.

as i christen this page

introspective and enraged

in the zone and engaged

i know

that there is more to do

than this.

--

untitled

i remember a time

when you said you were genuine

when you claimed that

no longer would my only venting instrument

be my pen

that you would

listen

through thick and thin

even attempt to mend

some of the pains and hardships

i experience within

but

in the end you left

exited from your commitment

a reflection of your degenerate

nature

unfair you were

when you took your ear away

i cannot easily be swayed

to forgive for this

misfit friendship

to which you lacklusterly commit

i am no longer equipped

to deal with this bullshit

i can only follow your negative lead

and quit.

cloaked

out from under the cloak of indifference

i appear

solid

steadfast

and taller than most

grasping tightly to the reality of the dream deferred to the man whose dream remains reality in ruins.

i climb mountains

just to see over the top

crawl through tunnels

to find a flicker of light

hole to hole

forever searching for the way out.

the troops follow

one by one

they, too, hover to see the flicker

cloaks tossed

they see and want more.

truth reveals itself as streaming light

i am a guide.

only.

in pursuit of the same stream

and still

grapple with the same darkness.

using the cloak

only to shield away those in its likeness

lest the struggle continue without progress.

a short poem medley

contact

usually i can see the approach
before you think
i see it coming and i know
it's different.
because instead of running away
i sit
or stand
and wait
and then they meet
and feel
i stare
to see what is there
and all beyond that which i have yet to know.
i find myself in the grace of beauty,
pleasantly lost.




untitled

it's hard to express in words
what can only be said with
the heart
impossible to understand
unless you feel
the things that i do within
to see
to feel
to touch
the essence of being intertwined
i want to know
but am afraid to wake up.





untitled

sempre vedo a te
con occhi aperti
senza pensamiento prima
solo con armonia
la pace e te
sapere che sciegli d'essere con me
arriva come una sopresa





untitled

confused confluttered thoughts
streaming consciousness through discontent
a cloud surfaces amid the sunshine
the rain is gone and the rainbow
is near
vision is blurred
but emotions are signs of clarity
clear feelings
close crave
far fetched
sunshine seeps in
soak up the rays
still no rainbow
but still i smile and look






arranged madness

looking there hurts
because it feels so good
i know you the way you know me
the way to know each other
no other can be you
no other can feel you
no other can be for you
no one but me
the way to see
the way too need
that way is you
it shouldn't hurt to feel this thing
deep within me
this thing is real
this thing is you

can't help but smile when you're around
i feel the twisting in my soul
i feel the world a different way
when i'm with you

the things you know are so unreal
but still so much is left to learn
can't eat or sleep
my knees get weak
when i'm with you

is it wrong to fantasize during the day?
especially the way i feel
i can't control my head
my heart gets in the way
steers me in the direction
of your face
my feelings have no place here
if you knew, what would you say?
would you turn me away?

wondering what you're seeing
what you are thinking
infiltrating my being
everything i want is you

getting to the core

sometimes i just need to be me
because it's clear that others have trouble seeing
the person i'm trying to be and
the missions i'm trying to lead and
i need people to make progress
not digress from my plan
i need them to understand
that i am only human
there's a creed that i have to follow
you have a creed?
or are you hollow?
i ought to
scream from the rafters
tell everyone exactly what i'm after
instead
i've kept silent
obedient to my environment
o when will that ever change?
or as the rock of gibraltar shall i remain?
do people see what i see?
when they walk down the street
do people hear what i hear?
when i cringe
watching the news in fear
or do people choose to ignore
bored
willingly ignorant at the core
consumed with their own wants and desires
never on task for something higher
i'm on it
despite the others
who still drag at my feet
i want all of it to change
despite those who want me to meet defeat
i crave to make it better
despites souls that seem deader
than the deadest limb
on the deadest tree
fallen waywardly
into the deadest sea.

untitled

futures unfolding in measures of length
time reveals many who enter
and
in the same breath
many who remain
it lingers only momentarily on those who exit
showing me a new
different
more progressive way of light
in the revelations of the future
i see you
brilliantly bright
the image of an angel
engulfed in a world that is not yet ready for her presence
a world that complicates her daily existence
but only penetrates the surface of her perfection
she is brighter
more brilliant
than the world allows her to see
and yet
her light shines bright in my vision
to me
she is clearer than most
she appears to me in an instant
but i know that she is meant to stay
much longer
"an angel on earth? but how? and why? and for whom?"
i ask the highest guide
whose reply to me is rhetorical
indicating to me
that she
the angel on earth
so brilliant
so bright
is here
for me.

for the light at the end of the tunnel

for the light at the end of the tunnel:

su cuerpo me hace temblar
siento su belleza el rodeando de mì
usted me hace sentir mejor
veo sus ojos en la obscuridad
me dirigen al lucero
el amor que tengo para ti en mi alma funciona profundamente
me penetra
tiemblo cuando oigo su voz
le necesito
contigo ya no tengo miedo.