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Trapped in a Prism

Trapped in a Prism
Trapped in a Prism
And there’s no way to tell
Am I the one love
Or am I sentenced to hell?

Life trudges along love
With everyday
Am I the one love
Or have you put me away?

Some days it seems like
All can be well
Am I the one love
Or did you swear not to tell?

I cannot go on dear
Life has not been so swell
Am I the one dear
Or is this my own cell?

I’m in the pit now
And that’s where I will dwell
So please release me
And put an end to this spell

The Balloon

The Balloon
I went to the sea of love, this noon
I took it and put it in a blue balloon

I brought this balloon, so blue
all the way, especially for you

So, quick, quick, quick
Give this balloon a prick

let's bathe in its content
a sea of love, to never end

Your Love Knots

Your Love Knots
Your love
knots
are tied
around
my heart

Holding me
securely
under their
spell

Threads of
gold and
silver
have spun
a lovely
web

Attaching
themselves
to my heart
strings

refusing to
let go
leaving my
heart tied
with your
love knots. 

Kiss of my Love

Kiss of my Love
Your beauty overwhelms me
As I wrap my arms around you
I press your softness tight
Great passion fills my inner being
I'm captured in your embrace
Your eyes control my very soul
The touch of your lips, heaven
Forever frozen in time
All else fades into nothing

I DO NOT LOVE YOU, EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

 I DO NOT LOVE YOU, EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

AS I GREW OLDER

AS I GREW OLDER
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!

In retrospect

In retrospect


In a moon city
will you distill
the darkness for a hallucinatory effect? 
Without wearing anything? 

Polarizing the sex
with the leaky pomegranates, 
vying for control of towers.
Will it be unrespectful, 
moon hitting the sun, when
it was departing? 

It was a lucrative business
to trade envies with luck
or qualities. I feel connecting
with the violence of brown pillars.

Playing with smoke
you start undressing in epithets.
A bumblebee
raises the sights on rooftops