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