The station

We walked to the station in silence.Your bags had been packed for a week.I told you I was happyyou were chasing after all you seek.But my grief was welling up inside.My strength taking its toll.I wouldn’t look your directionfor my spirit I couldn’t console.Your hand touched my back and I stiffened.A deep breath I breathed…… Continue reading The station

Message from your bottle

vodka, i’m that mistresswho stole your nights and days.one big bluras benders consumed days then weeks.living sloshedunaware of the wake of pain, unaware of the verbal abuse,unaware she was carrying your burdensas she struggled herself to breathe.she trudged along with hopebelieving for a better tomorrow,but with coursing, unresolved feelingspulsing through her veins.for a time, you…… Continue reading Message from your bottle

Declaration

my spirit was drying upwithering under these concernsof an enemy that we can’t seean enemy that doesn’t seem to bethat dangerous to mesince the majorityare recovering just fineit’s been eleven days, that’stwo hundred and sixty-four hourssince NYC started going darkand i’m left craving human touchfor i’m new in this city and nowisolated by 6-feet of…… Continue reading Declaration

Reborn

My true self is spirit,the ether of all that iswithin and without. My body, just is… the container I was givenfor my spirit to experience this life. My soul is my pre-formatted program that runs this container of mine.My personality, my tendencies, my desires, my passions.All able to be fully reprogrammed if I seek spirit…… Continue reading Reborn

WP: Rock and Stone

Rock and Stone The ocean’s tide calls my nameas the waves dangerously crashagainst the crest of rock and stone. I dip my toe and displacethe brownish-green algaefrom my path. Singing my childhood lullabyunder the crystal chandelierof moon and starsglistening on the breaking water. A walrus billows in the distance.Seagulls caw overhead.Your silhouette appears on an…… Continue reading WP: Rock and Stone

The Gift

frolic in the cotton candy cloudsdance in the torrential stormsone will inevitablytransition into the otherand back againsuch is the progression of lifesmiles and tearsjoys and painselation and despairthe yin and the yangwe can only experiencein relation to that which is notit is a gift from abovethe full freedomof experiencethe full freedomof lifethe full freedomof Godso,…… Continue reading The Gift