Surgeon Generals Warning

i roll it up,

to smoke it,

the fragments

of our broken hearts,

collected over time

with ignited fire

i spark the tip

inhaling all of our

desires

within my lungs

we linger there

until i must

exhale,

fumes of unanswered promises

wafting out of longing lips

left in disrepair,

the stench

of heavenly-ever-after

dissipating in the air

puff after puff,

ashes blown, deception released

to the unforgiving breeze

it’s the memories best forgotten,

when i stub out our butt

to our final

cremation

The Rules

if you want to be heard,

then your gonna have to listen

if you want to be seen,

then you’ll have to become the observer

if you want to be loved,

then you’ll have to love (back)

if you want to be it,

you have to know it…

inside and out

if you want to shine,

then you’re gonna have to polish

if you want to succeed,

you’ll just have to learn

it aint always so easy

it takes patience, sacrifice,

diligence, tears and pain…

but if you really want to,

i believe you will achieve

anything….

Sunken

my heart sinks

as the sink fills

with 8 wine glasses

6 coffee mugs

2 knives

and I’m still…

sitting with cup in hand

wafting away the smoke

engulfed in unbecoming

emotions

without you

my sink fills

as my heart sinks

and I’m still…

sunken

without you.

the storm within

thunder bolts from the sky

echoing the restlessness of my heart

as rain pummels down

concealing welcomed tears

i walk purposeless

engulfed by the angry skies

reverberating my pain

winds whipping through me

as the heat of my veins

perpetrate the storm

i walk

as the clouds

rains and winds dissipate

and all that remains

is little ol’ drenched me

immobile

to the silence

that follows



Be the Change

if you move away

change jobs

careers

life-style

hair color

if you run from the city streets

to the country lit skies

and say good-bye

to convenience

falling directly into the lap of convention

if you let go and let be

allowing silence to sink in

to an otherwise loud and consuming mind

if you picture it imperfect

allowing expectations to drift away

perhaps, it is there,

you will find the unanswered questions

it’s worth a try…

anyway

Poser

I’ve learned best by being a poser,

yes, it is true…

I’ll admit it here and now

that all along

I’ve never had a clue

racing head-strong

I’ve become the perfect clone

an imposing actor of our time

I’ll tell you I can do it

that I am the best!

I’ll smile and nod

at every request

when asked the questions

I do not know,

I’ll lighten the mood with

Excellent question!

placing any doubt to rest

for I really don’t know anything

other than

perfecting the perfect scheme

of being the one who can do everything…

what a resourceful being!

tell me

you whisper,

tell me you love me,

even if you lie…

silence on my tongue

mind swirling with

words i long to muster

yet lying in your arms

my voice obsolete…

you respond to my silence,

then ask me…

the question…

searching your eyes, i do…

…do you love me?

Yes. i will always.

and i find myself bereft,

acknowledged with a caress…

until your soft eyes close,

sweet as an angel to rest

shortly thereafter,

i gather my things and leave…

wondering,

if words really do

mean anything?

Cannibals

a lingering feeling of want

and desire,

not once subsided

since we last parted

so close,

yet far away

a distance of which

space can not replace

although we try

each and every time

ho-humming along

to the beating of passions’

tongue

we become entwined

reveling the addiciton
of...

you devouring me
as i consume you

Days of Silence

counting the days…

one, two and so

achingly slow…

three and four

days of silence.

booming silence

as not one word be passed

among us

as if

we were both walking

deceased

numbly moving along

forgetting our natural instinct

to love,

communicate

knowing,

there is an internal battle

festering within us

lost in translation,

between the words we did not say

and the silence that followed

silence

five, six,

now seven days…

i’ll count ‘til infinity

to hear what you have to say.

the devils queen

smoke encircles her body

rising from the ashes of sin

not one other man

could comprehend

the places she has been

striding in

whoop-whish

her skirt flails about

as she spins atop

the counter part

scotch infused breath

on exposed skin

she lingers a moment

allowing her presence

to sink in

languidly lusting

for the touch of each

mans eyes

her ache to be the

centerpiece

of the crowded

mangled bar

realized

once she is assured

of capturing

their attention

it is now that she pounces

and no one

will ever understand

what hit ‘em

a seashell for you

You,
being the person who has everything

i never would have thought…
after Years of me conjuring the perfect gift…

you could not appreciate it
because,
naively,
you did not know…

about the little things,
in life

and the treasures
they behold

so glad,
so fortunate

I could share it with you

It's all about change

Today,

you will find me....

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muse

the juices flow

rarely so ripe

immobilizing the ability

to continue

into mundane routines

of life,

recluse in these moments

that move too quickly,

an uninhibited soul

released

envisioning, creating

editing, revising

one into the other,

the fingers move

within the mind,

an ebbing massage

of the inner-voice

freely

exhaling

Un-bloomed

fortunate,

yet imprisoned

in the early years frost,

buds yet still to bloom

frozen, alas

true potential

held within

never allotted

the opportunity to thrive

shriveled

unprimed

blustering from within

a will to survive,

a beautiful wonder

of which could

have been…

Dream... continued...

to dream

of new adventures

paths unconquered,

undiscovered

moving on without a good-bye

yet cheers of blessings and

see you sometime

through distance

the mile span spreads

love forever manifested

from the time

we spent together

yet moving on

is what I dream of

to tomorrows

new adventures

discovering the paths

of many more to pass

the question lingers,

always enticing

‘where do you come from?’

‘where will you go?’

it is my dream…

to never fully know.

A woman's blush

i wished upon forever

through the star-studded

gaze in your eyes

with a mirrored reflection of

hope lust entrust

arising into remembrance

the beauty lying within forgiveness

unbeknownst how much would be taken

between the fingers of our touch

grasping the breath

of which we both subside

this moment,

as much yours

as it is mine

tickles my girlish emotions

endearing the ever-lasting blush

staking claim

into womanhood

both

to be

loved & despised

dreams do come true

like a girl,

on her first day of school,

just to show up and find…

school is full of barbies, play-house and dress-up

sweets galore,

of ever varying kind…

reverted back to text book smells

and sugar sweet lips

to tell

the tales

of fabricated stories

protected by a bubble

of which,

only the reality

of dreams come true

could burst…

into the surreal freedom

of dreaming continued...

table for one, please

there is something to be said

of the solitaire soul

something unique,

yet seemingly wild

and out of control

independence succumbed

to a table for one

the musical tinker-tink

of toasts and cheers

abound

achingly, patrons whisper

A beautiful girl, still of her prime

there’s time still to be found

by a handsome young man

to share their days

with promises and serenades

yet,

finishing her meal

walking out to busied streets

her shadow not far behind

reflection playfully darting

on window panes

she smiles,

knowing the secrets

often considered obsolete

although, solitaire

she’s never been lonely

delighted in spending time

 with herself

seemingly selfish

perhaps even odd

but that of which

many will never master

Naive Love

we loved

as if

love did not

matter

as if time

stood still

with us

as if

we would live

forever

as if

love

would

prevail

yet

we did not see

the future

did not predict

that the moment

would not last

forever

we loved

as if

love did not

matter

naively,

unknowingly…

It does.

Time

time moves

so quickly

and I wonder…

where does it go?

children growing,

seasons changing,

life.

moving rapidly

into the future

one moment passes into

the next

one minute, into an hour

an hour into a day

a day into a month

a month into

a year…

gone bye.

again and again

and through the seasons

through time traveling

past conceivable notion,

I still find it hard to step back

and watch time slipping past

to stand still

as life

moves quickly

beyond measure

comprehension,

no time

to look back

nor forward

it’s this moment

moving quickly

that my mind is rapid

fluttering as the hummingbird flurry

a ripple in the waves

losing ones reflection

lost in the turmoil

compounded by the immeasurable

timing

of time slipping away

through pursed lips dried,

attempting to sip water through

fine fingers

it slides…

away

left

hungering for a time

when life did not run

faster then my legs could move,

when memories

served more of a purpose than

a simple snap shot

to capture the moment

the course of time

bewildered,

daunted…

I’ll rise for air

at once

gasping

after this drought

of a swim

through time

languidly embracing the moments

of which can so easily

be forgotten

remember still,

the person I am

the person in control,

not that

of time

Life is a Scavenger Hunt

Life

is about searching

moving about

looking for

specific items

be it a place

a time

a person

a feeling

an emotion

it’s the constant hunt

with an ending goal

of happiness

a life fulfilled,

a race to the finish line

picking up memorabilia

along the way

to create a shrine

of the scavenger hunt

of a life time

all of us

out there

searching

for the same contentedness

all of us

taking our own path

to make it

to the same places

in this race through life

we may lose ourselves

a time or two

but we all meet

at the finish line

to share the final prize

with you.

Invincable Woman

I pretended nothing was wrong

knowing if I believed,

even though the marks

lay across me,

if I concealed it

none would be able to see

if I lay buried within myself

false pretenses

ringing true,

for sure the world

would not notice

the pain concealed

yet

shining through

heavily consumed

the eyes of burden

hidden secrets untold

no one will notice

so long as I believe

it is true

as everyone shies away,

with silence on their tongue

they can not see me,

or what I have become…

still

lie in front of them

a woman

hidden in the shadows

of which

society

does not speak of

creating an

invisible woman

for all the world

to turn the other cheek on

and the bruises

they continue,

the only source

to rely on,

it is with this burden

of which I will always run with

and forever be known,

as the invincible woman

with tender loving pooh

Pooh pooh

it’s all been had before…

Pooh pooh

it’s been said

it’s been true

Pooh

on you

Pooh

on me

Pooh pooh platter

for all to be

nothing unique,

nothing unseen

yet, always the

Pooh pooh

i love.

from you to me

or

with love,

to you from me

Pooh pooh

it's what all fine things

are made of.

Dreaming of you

i dreamt of you last eve

miracles brushed us,
with the color of fall leaves
stroking, creating
harmonious beings
folded together
it was you embracing me
transpiring wishes
floating through air,
heavens’ god hushed
as loves’ tears
fell upon us

when i awoke,
into darkness…
i willed you to hear
silent whispers
to come home
my ever-lasting
dear

Gypsy Woman

it’s not what you are running from

it’s where you are heading to,

the desire

the hope

you are one of a few,

needing to fulfill

inquisitive minds

exploring

the unknown

leaving the rest behind,

it’s blissful awareness of

everlasting anew,

a soul calls home

where all fresh dreams

go to brew

ambiguously,

it’s the untold story

that never would be

if not for the sacrifice

of two…

or three…

title inpired by Fireblossom

Rising Above

I can't.

I won't.

will never.

give up.

refusing to be the victim.

rising above,

nonsensical verbiage

actions

saddened only by,

your sadistic eyes.

Loves Capabilities

they all love you…

my friends,

family,

they do!

they tell me so…

constantly

the charm, the wit,

the adorable ways of which

you love me.

all chivalrous and conforming.

they wish me to be more like you,

like them…

yet, each morning i wake,

and i am me.

none of the above

of which you all seek.

can i still be loved?

the unconventional me?

or must i sustain the constant

ridicule, judgment, passiveness?

just love me, is all i ask…

the madness that is me

i take the vow, to love in return,

as capable as me can be.

What If?

what if this kiss

was our last?

what if good-bye

was forever?

the time we held each other,

only a memory

distance escaping us,

what if…

we were no longer?

would you remember me?

remember us?

what we could have been?

what if…

two words,

two souls,

lost, eternally

would you…?

remember me?

what we were?

what if,

good-bye was forever?

our last time,

our last

Thank You Larry G!

a bit confused...

do I learn to walk

before I swim?

do I learn to swim

before I fly?

perhaps I should learn to live,

before I die...

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paradise

take me away

to a land of forgiveness

peace and purity

glam and passion

take me beyond,

to a land far from here

no baggage required

heading for the horizons

into sunsets and sunrises

perfectly blended

with moonlit waters

calmly reflecting,

a surrender

to you

from me

i’ll find my way,

if you’ll take me

selective memory

time slips…

fades away into the eternal distance

filled, yet forgotten

past transgressions and lessons

history repeats itself

over and over

laughing hysterically

for the rumpus delight

of the forsaken

love, let love, forget love

to love again

passionate placement

in the timeline of life

fading the memories

of long-ago forgotten

rising, to the bliss

of born-again forgiveness

again and again

forgotten

each day

time slips away…

memories suppressed

be reborn today.

To Love Her

If you want her,
open your ears
in place of your heart

if you want to know her,

open your mind

discounting life's affections

if you long to keep her,

bring with you empathy

forgetting all frivolousness

only in this manner

will you fully know

what it is

to love her.

the truth

you can look,

but you can’t really tell

what’s truly going on inside

the mind

the walls

pristine the exterior

shining the light

what’s underneath

the shield

may never truly be reveled

yet you may ponder

and question

hoping to discover

the truths held within

the protective mind

distracted

by your own secrets

devised

your own agenda

to make sense of what is real

variable on whatever pieces

you may find

the truth remains skeptical

for it is all

of what you make of it

the truth,

is in your lying mind

Silence

Silence.

so much louder than words,

yet how much breath has been wasted?

time slipping away

to speak, but not listen

to listen, but not hear

Silence.

i give you,

as there are no more words to say.

it's hard not loving you

art by Jason Lincoln

it’s hard not loving you,

your smile,

your laughter

it’s hard not loving

the challenges you partake in

the hope you bring to others

the way you hold me,

tight

as if you were to let go

i would fall into eternal burden

it’s hard not loving you

the way that i would like to

it’s hard each time we part,

how your embrace stays with me

strengthening the release
of our bond

it’s hard not loving you

even harder still

to love myself,

without you.

Infidelity

sweat

blood

pumping through veins

knowingly rising

in dissolution

again and again

self-purgatory rains

pouring within

thump-thump-thump-thump

masochist of sorts

anxiety perused

returning to avail,

no pity for the

self-sacrificing soul

laid limply beneath defeat

exhausted, alone

in the midnight error

of bliss

Eternity

there is a place both here and beyond

where it all comes together

the world and the universe

become one

eternally tied up,

set free

the words unbroken

escaped from

centuries of captivity

released the revenge

the forgiveness

be-lovingly the secrets

of existence

distance depleted

words ravelled

as the pen lay to rest

the soul ever more

oh sweet chic

How can i say this?

my delicate chic…

where you were born to the stable henhouse

raised to peck, running around the stomping ground

spooned in the feathers of comfort at dusk

father there to cock-a-doodle the morn

familiar, the land of which you were born

one day you will be king

to raise the roost

it is your beautiful destiny

well some, such as i,

were born with wings to fly

born atop a functioning nest

to be fed from a mouth up high

raised vigilantly

to be set free amongst the wild

wide winged with a keen eye

it’s by chance we’ve met

that i should land here to rest

although seemingly intriguing and exotic,

a grand new fixture to adorn

when you beckon the sun

as a baritone cock

wings will spread

briskly flying

into the morn

How can i say this?
sweet little chic

although the same species,

some birds are meant to fly

maybe tomorrow

i don’t wanna.

Nope.

sure don’t.

don’t wanna do laundry

grocery shop

talk to you

read

watch tv or movies

Nope.

i don’t wanna.

go to work

take a shower

get dressed

be social

or smile

pretending to care

Nope.

sure don’t.

don’t wanna

do dishes

clean the bathroom

check my e-mail

Nope.

not gonna.

and you can’t make me

The Daughter

it is mid-day,

summer heated spring beauty

she walks, aimlessly

devoid of emotion

no stranger to strangers passing by

warm breeze flutters her cotton dress,

dancing with wisps of golden hair,

stranded from the long braid lane softly down her back

resting in lushness of green grasses,

shining raze of sun, warm her milky skin

wide, blue eyes gaze up to a reflecting clear blue empty sky

parched mouth,

she languidly bites into a sumptuous red tomato,

eaten as an apple, the juices slither down her plush lips

gliding the crease of her elongated neck

kissing the ground with nutrients

as bended knee, a glistening pearl of sweat

rolls down the curve of her calf,

she feeds the earth with her existence

as the skies,

listen to her silence

seeping into the ground of which she invades,

comforting strength and growth

solitude and awareness,

she is her Mother’s daughter

a minuscule piece,

of an existence much grander

One Word

Love.

strength resides there,

embodied the presence of meaning,

demands foreseen

whispering devotion

once spoken, it lingers

as a haunted ghost

expectations forthcoming…

Sorry.

forgiven or not

inevitable the mistakes we endure

choices and decisions sorrowfully playing

keystrokes of emotion,

yet bound by self gratification

a minuscule moment in time

that can…

Hurt.

deep inside

unjustly wronged

pain ensued, heartfelt despair

alone, bewildered

a breaking heart

forsakenly demised to…

Hate.

so strong

immeasurable the weight of which bears down

animosity, angst

burdened there the forsaken,

unrelenting despise and disgust

scared, this could be everlasting…

Hope.

Love. will resurface

Sorry. if forgiveness can not find its way

Pain. residing in what once was a safe place

Hate. seething its way into overflowing veins

Hope. that tomorrow will be better

what is one little word, anyway?

Runaway

It is not the moments of which have been lived,

but the moments that have been taken

It is not the love you so delicately embrace,

but the love that did not stay

It is not the memories cherished,

but the memories that never happened

It is not the truths you innocently told,

but the secrets you did not say

It is not the love you so freely give,

but the love you have not captured

It is not the lives of which you have touched,

but the lives standing alone each day

It is not the warmth of a sheltering home,

but the cold abandoned houses unadorned

It is not the triumphs so bravely taken,

but the times half-heartedly portrayed

It is not the choices easily made,

but the ones that are most difficult

It is not the decisions of yesterday,

but the actions of today

It is not the child smiling up at you,

but the one that went astray.

love can hurt

does it hurt me more knowing,

knowing that you just want me to be happy?

or

the fact that you are willing to let me go?

does it hurt me more moving forward,

envisioning how i was always happiest with you?

or

that, perhaps, you truly do care and i have deceived you?

does it hurt me more looking back,

remembering those kisses?

or

the ones we give to another?

does it hurt me more now,

that i wish i could be with you?

or

 realizing, i will break his heart too?

Finding Home

somber day has come

reaching the height of potential

looking out to the vast spans

of an hour glass, run dry

seconds, minutes, hours and days

dissipated, sucked away

mounting the last heap of hope

looking down upon the mountain’s scope

knowing

the only way down…

a leap

into the stomach of fate,

limits spent

boundaries surpassed

humbled, you find your way…

Home.