Dry ice; like cold arms sizzling ice on fire matchstick on a box your soft kisses like an unloading avalanche cascading waterfall like hair released from a broken wall unexpected ripping of the skies a downpour of rain on an otherwise pleasant simple day your eyes that take a glimpse and disappear that appear again,Continue reading “You look like that, And you got soul…”
Walking zombie Silently dying Watching you decay As you live your life; A star, where ever you are A mystic of the sea A creature from dreams I shred in the fire As you shine bright Pretending While you silently die Forever souls we are Somewhere high and far
It is a cruel and deserted world. Only stacks of papers funnel around you and I in this empty space. There’s something embedded within your cold demeanor. Your fake laughs, the way your hands shake when you lose control, your pointless hunger for power. We’re like mice roaming around in a dusty, cold, metallic warehouse.Continue reading “Fire curtain”
Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning And once in a while before bed… This feeling of total control over my life It’s like magic, with tricky hands I can see where the ball strikes next And wins. It’s like that in your harried presence It’s your commanding glare Looking atContinue reading “Yin Yang”
Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’sContinue reading “Burning wood”
Chugging energy, Heart on fire Too many questions, too little time Climbing ambitions Vanishing restrictions Instinctive, fueled by passion, high on drive Restless Burning with curiosity Honest motives Direct and raw Uninhibited and fearless Happy Wise and confident Worshiping the answers
Maybe I am that person who walked out of the gathering early Maybe I’m forever doomed to be an anomaly Too honest amongst a hoard of fake smiles Yet guarded enough to be confusing And sensitive enough to be a diva.
Sitting by the fire that is morning sunlight Bathing in its warm hue Ridding the body of shivers and coolness Kindling the soul within, like ignition from a lighter Embraced by the sun’s calming rays, Healed and protected 2009/06