All I want

Time is ticking away
and all I want is to be with you.

Exhaustion is setting in
and all I want is to be with you.

Only a few more hours
and all I want is to be with you.

The alarm clock rings too soon
and all I want is to be with you.

Sipping a coffee as you fill out forms
and all I want is to be with you.

Watching you walk into the line
and all I want is to be with you.

Driving away as planes soar above my head
and all I want is to be with you.



Written Wednesday, February 29, 2012 - 2:35pm

Take a deep breath

Take a deep breath.

Gather together those fires of your lungs
And let the air travel deep and long.
Through your nose into your trachea,
hurtling to the left and to the right bronchi,
as your chest rises full and strong,
passing through bronchioles to land
in silent thunder onto your delicate alveoli.
Chemicals exchange in a rapid dance,
and life springs to your blood,
to your muscles, to your heart.

Take a deep breath.

Give thanks, for each one is a gift.



Written Monday, February 27, 2012 - 4:06pm

11:11

The heat of the sun
warms the edges of my heart
spreading through my veins
Until I feel the curves
of my emerging smile

It's 11:11am
and I don't need to make a wish
because this moment in the sunshine
is all I needed




Written Friday, February 26, 2016 - 11:01am

Reflection on Culture

Immediate confidence and assumptions based on nothing.
Delightful moments of instant gratification, until a singular happening leads to
sudden and merciless termination.

No second chances.


Initial distrust, building from timid and anemic interactions,
into something immovable, clinging stubbornly and perhaps stupidly, to the past,
in the face of present disappointment and vicious betrayal.

The doormat.


How do you make friends?




Written Friday, February 24, 2012 - 12:31am

Roots

Listen to the faint and calming sound of a heartbeat
so familiar in it's muffled pulsing tones
that you can breathe deeply and imagine
free floating in a mysterious orange ocean

Now reach down to the roots of your family
Stretch those long tendrils deep into the earth
and draw upon the flowing liquid below
that supplies you with hope and new life

Let the mist of your dreams clear from your eyes
as your lips curl into a bursting grin
At last you can open your hands and share
the joy that was placed in them long ago

And the voice of your ancestors
will be released from your mouth

And the heart of your ancestors
will beat in your chest.




Written Thursday, February 23, 2012 - 5:35pm

Orangutan

The deep orange hairs sway in the breeze
as if they were green blades of grass
covering a vast expanse of warm skin
and dancing to the forest's rhythm.

Big round obsidian orbs gleam
in the early morning light
as pink lips purse together
surveying the spread of trees.

With a screech they are off,
strong arms thrust upwards,
hands grasping limbs and
hooking quickly from one
branch to the next in a wide
and graceful swing.

I can only smile at such joy
wishing I too could climb trees
with such ease.



Written Tuesday, February 21, 2012 - 9:21am

Encounter in Old English

The lovely creature swayed past him
on the steamy street as the man
looked in silent apodyopsis

Sparkling drops began to fall
from the ice blue skies above
He breathed deeply of the petrichor
and watched this callipygian goddess
Unable to hold back the sound
that began to bombilate from his lips

It grew to abderian laughter as his
heart started to pound with
an intense basorexia

But before he could catch his breath
she turned the corner out of sight
This vixen who had abraided his soul
leaving him alone on a crowded street
with the hustle of a saturday morning
and gentle psithurism.



Written Monday, February 20, 2012 - 9:39pm



apodyopsis... the act of mentally undressing someone
petrichor... the smell of rain on dry ground
callipygian... to have a well-shaped buttocks
bombilate... to loudly hum or buzz continuously
abderian... given to incessant idiotic laughter
basorexia... an overwhelming desire to kiss
abraid... to awaken or rouse
psithurism... the sound of wind in trees or rustling leaves

Poetry

black letters on white pages
blurring together to form
delicate lines of emotions
pages of personal history
passionate love and despair
adventures and conquests
musings and memories
breathing in a deep sigh
at the final page



Written Thursday, February 19, 2012 - 11:04pm

The Look

Celebrations to honor you
seem so inadequate to express my gratitude
and my joy upon discovering
your existence.

In the midst of revelry
or the quietness of candlelight
I can look into your eyes
and respond to your inquisitive glance
with a reassuring and affirming look
to tell you how thankful I am
that you were born.

And when I see your parents next time,
I will give them a solid high five.



Written Thursday, February 16, 2012 - 2:48pm

Under the waves

The captain cranked the wheel around
Upon the hearing of a sound
That grew from faint to rumbling
Beneath his ship, he heard her sing

The shadow dark beneath the waves
Flitting in and out of caves
Her skin was gleaming green and gold
Her splendor, tales had not foretold

The sailors leaned over the rail
And caught a glimpse of shining tail
Their hearts beat faster as they saw
Her golden eyes, her beauty raw

Her cherry lips began to part
Again releasing divine art
Vibrations from her melodies
Brought the sailors to their knees



Written Thursday, February 16, 2012 - 9:05am

Deadlines

Blurry eyes are staring at a glowing screen.
Muscles ache but something pulls me onward.
Deadlines float around my head but
I'd rather push them back in denial.

Is time really passing so quickly
or am I just imagining it so?

The light of a candle dimly flickers
and I dream of the days when
life seemed so simple.

But then, they didn't have hot showers, did they?



Written Wednesday, February 15, 2012 - 10:47pm

For My Lover

In the crystals of your eyes
shines a love no one denies.
Prince of mine, so brave and strong,
sing to me of joy in song.

Hold my heart, dear, close to yours.
Let us, together, open doors.

Brave new adventures, hand in hand,
and always on our love we stand.

Like birds we can fly high and free,
Always, ever, you and me.



Written Tuesday, February 14, 2012 - 5:30pm

Perfect Balance

Creams of chocolate macaroons and caramel
are flooding my thoughts and sticking together
to form giant globs of rich, warm sweetness
in hues of freshly roasted coffee.

Suddenly a strawberry pushes it's way
past those glossy, creamy textures,
sparkling in burgundy and fire-hydrant red,
with golden jewels to decorate it's flesh.

Colliding to create the perfect balance
of tartness and sweetness,
of freshness and richness,
of you and me.



Written Monday, February 13, 2012 - 1:42pm

Winter Night

In the steel blue light,
snowflakes glide purposefully down,
like a giant sky salt shaker
tossing cold drops of frozen rain
that stick to my lashes and cheeks.

There is no sound, except for my heavy breathing
and the creaking of the snow under our bicycle tires.

I pedal harder to follow you, knowing that the faster we go,
the sooner we will reach the warmth of candlelight and feather duvets.

In the meantime, I enjoy the stillness of a winter night,
creating this new memory with you.



Written Sunday, February 12, 2012 - 12:54pm

One

Callous:

             Adjective:
                               showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others;
                               indifferent; unsympathetic; hardened.


Callus

            Noun:  
                               a thickened and hardened part of the skin or soft tissue, especially
                               in an area that has been subjected to friction or pressure.



How do you respond to friction and pressure?

Tough heart or tough skin?



Written Thursday, February 11, 2016 - 10:20am

Oh Brother

Oh brother of mine
Who taught me to laugh
To bounce basketballs
and fought on my behalf.

Oh brother of mine
Who taught me of sports
and climbed trees and made
castles and secret tree forts.

Oh brother of mine
Who taught me new things
Like music and driving
and kite-flying with wings.

Oh brother of mine
On this beautiful day
May you always sharing wisdom
and love the same way.



Written Wednesday, February 8, 2012 - 3:06pm

Poems

Where do poems come from?
Those little crevices in our minds
where silent rhymes dwell,
with twinkling mischievous eyes,
pouncing on unsuspecting words
as a tiger on it's startled prey.
Where silky prose wafts into
cragged cracks in the coils
and electric waves of thoughts,
wrapping endlessly in filmy spindles
around our hearts.



Written Tuesday, February 7, 2012 - 2:50pm

Tonight

Be still my beauty
Take your mohair brush
And comb your ebony hair
For tonight you meet your lover
For tonight he'll steal your heart

Be still my beauty
Take your gossamer gown
And drape it gracefully on your glistening skin
For tonight you'll meet your lover
For tonight he'll steal your heart

Be still my beauty
Take your string of turquoise
And hang it 'round your neck
For tonight you'll meet your lover
For tonight he'll steal your heart

Be still my beauty
Take your clove and cardamom seeds
and sweeten your delicate mouth
For tonight you'll meet your lover
For tonight he'll steal your heart

Be still my beauty
Take your wisdom and honesty
And wear it as a pendant on your breast
For tonight you'll meet your lover
For tonight he'll steal your heart



Written Monday, February 6, 2012 - 1:35pm

Off to the zoo

One, two
Off to the zoo
Three, four
Open the door
Five, six
Show me your tricks
Seven, eight
Emancipate
Nine, ten
The lion's den
Eleven, twelve
In we shall delve



Written Saturday, February 4, 2012 - 1:23pm

Músico

Creating tones from empty space
Your long fingers move with grace
Across the strings that vibrate sound
You sit, legs crossed, upon the ground

And from your lips your voice escapes
A soulful song creates landscapes
With echoes of green and hues of blue
That draw my heart so close to you



Written Friday, February 3, 2012 - 9:10am

Small Beginnings

In quietness and solitude
the humble seed begins it's life
With warmth and darkness muffling
the gentle wind from emerald seas

A mighty urge grows stronger now
Within it's core so firm below
And spreading out it's awkward arms
It seeks to find it's destiny

Ever still the seed moves on
By stretching sturdy tendrils up
to reach the blazing light above
immersing in it's energy

At last the moment has arrived
to break the surface of the clay
The shock of daylight hits the seed
A heady surge of ecstasy

The solid roots now flourishing
as leaves and stems luxuriate
in hues of lime and ruby red
Unaware of it's immensity

The shadows now beneath it's boughs
Give rest to earth, and now allow
a weary head to lean upon
the peace, a perfect remedy



Written Thursday, February 2, 2012 - 11:31am

Cerati

The smooth tones of your voice,
like liquid gold, melt hearts and
inspire the nation in a reverie of peace.

Perfecting your role and your aura of wildness,
you dove head-first into an eclipse.

Floating on air,
with the phantom crowds cheering,
you sing another song,
lost in a dream.



Written Wednesday, February 1, 2012 - 11:07am