marea humana

Este marea me tumba, 

ya no hay nada estable. 

No se si vengo o voy, 

el pasado va o viene, 

el cielo cayendo, 

el agua secando.

El sol sigue quemando 

y sumiendo el odio; 

a donde nos vamos 

con ojos vacíos?

En la oscuridad 

mi único recurso eres tu. 

No sueltas mi mano, 

tal vez saldremos.

21 feb 2022

Some days...

Some days... I am...

the piece of tissue sitting beside the empty garbage bin.

the granules of sugar on the counter that didn't make it into your coffee cup.

the extra slice of toast on your finished breakfast plate.

the dirty pair of socks that fell onto the stairs from an armful of laundry.

the little bit of toothpaste on your cheek that you didn't notice in the mirror.




Some days.... you don't notice.
Some days... I don't exist.

Some days... leftovers.
Some days...

Oversharing

The need to be seen and known
is buried deep within each human soul.

Are we really living if no one sees us?
Are we really living if no one knows us?

Is it enough that we see ourselves?
Is it enough that we know ourselves?

Analyzing is Tantalizing

There is a flicker in your eyes

Just after your sharp reply

As if the fire in your core

Flared up past the top of your head.

The intensity makes me take a step back

And I see you pause for a second

To regain control and change your tone

Answering with measured politeness.

Every time we have an exchange like this

I wish that I'd taken the time to read you first

Perhaps I could have said something different

or not said anything at all.

Minutes, hours, days go by.

I wonder if I passed your test?

Do you notice that I notice?

Or do you feel like the only one

Who pays attention?

Not Alone

Today I saw you die.

I was there in your last moments
as you writhed and shook,
and then slowly gave up;
your wings gently coming to rest
peacefully on the window sill.

Even though there was no other moth
present to share your final moment,

you were not alone.




Written Friday, November 18, 2016 - 8:51am

Your colours

Lemon.
Turquoise.
Magenta.

The day begins bright and full of youthful energy.
It moves calmly as time ticks on the wall like the tide.
And night arrives blazing as you ignite me.




Written Wednesday, August 1, 2012 - 10:21pm

IOUS

Glorious.
Notorious.
Gregarious.
Hilarious.
Delirious.
Imperious.
Uproarious.
Victorious.

We are.




Written Friday, March 23, 2012 - 2:13pm

For Javier

You have recaptured your innocence
in finding your maturity.

You have recaptured your excitement
in finding your peace.

You have recaptured your fortitude
in finding your stillness.

You have recaptured your heart
in finding your new song.




Written Tuesday, March 20, 2012 - 10:46pm

My love

How lovely is your love, my love.

How delicious your smile.

How exquisite your voice.




Written Monday, March 19, 2012 - 1:05am

We are...

We are the product of our memories,
those in the past and those in the future.




Written Friday, March 18, 2016 - 3:12am

Across this distance

Your anxiety is making me anxious
Your pain is hurting me
Going round this cycle again
of repetitive misunderstandings
when we really just want
the same thing

To hear the voice
of the one we love
across this distance




Written Saturday, March 17, 2012 - 10:14am

Nowhere Boy

Love is so exquisitely painful
Love is so exquisitely beautiful
Those distant childhood memories
Flooding back like dreams at night
In light of those mirages of love and life
Suddenly your senseless actions
Actually make a little sense

If you had been part of a
normal family, a normal life,
Perhaps you might have always been
a normal person instead of
the man that you became,

a man who inspired the world.




Written Wednesday, March 14, 2012 - 1:19pm
after watching "nowhere boy"

Tick, tick, tick

Tick, tick, tick
Check my list
All the things
I have to do

Or do I have to?
Yes I do
To keep my mind
so occupied
that it's easier
to be alone

Missing you
but living life
thinking of you
thinking of us



Written Monday, March 12, 2012 - 10:26pm

On the streets

Hustling on the street
the hundreds of legs that move
so quickly, weaving in and out
of oncoming traffic, a bundle of
sneakers, pumps, boots and heels
that are jostling, vying for attention.

In these busy market streets
it seems the order of the day
is proving what you have inside
by what you wore today.




Written Sunday, March 11, 2012 - 10:52pm

Stretch

There is a dull ache in my back from sitting too long.
There is a kink in my neck from staring at the screen.
My body is crying for attention, my bones are crying to be shaken.
Feeling like I need to stretch until my spine
can pop out of this stiff shell
and be limber again.



Written Thursday, March 8, 2012 - 10:11pm

The...

The end of an era.
The final chapter.
The setting sun.
The ebbing tide.
The last breath.
The dying journey.
The nightfall.

The turn of a new page.
The beginning of the story.
The rising sun.
The flowing tide.
The first breath.
The fresh adventure.
The brand new day.



Written Wednesday, March 7, 2012 - 1:06am

Siblings

Those souls that floated towards
the same moonbeam that you chose.

Those hearts that can echo your
innermost thoughts without a sound.

Those eyes that can see your fear
and calm your nerves with a hug.

Those shoulders that you lean on
when you are weary from life's ache.

Those ripples of laughter that are
always contagious and exhilarating.

Siblings.
The gift of an eternal friend.
The gift of shared love
and understanding.



Written Tuesday, March 6, 2012 - 8:24pm

Little Tiny

The little tiny man
in his little tiny house
with a little tiny voice
gave a little tiny shout
and his little tiny wife
with her little tiny ears
felt little tiny shocks
that drew little tiny tears
for their little tiny dog
ran on their little tiny street
and a GREAT BIG TRUCK
turned him into little tiny meat.



Written Monday, March 5, 2012 - 1:27pm

Be cautious

Delicious is this life
and yet suspicious are the people
so judicious with their time
and yet ambitious with their plans.

It's so nutritious all this air
that fills my lungs,
please don't be vicious with my heart,
don't be seditious with my love.

Be cautious with the minds
that are malicious,
the ones so superstitious
that believe they must be always
repetitious to maintain
their precious habits
and traditions.



Written Sunday, March 4, 2012 - 7:40pm

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