love through dinner

The letters were scribbled on rubbish.
They left their farewell on the back of the receipt.
Oil absorbed through it creating the mark of
Unavoidable interruptions in our long conversations.

The night we decided to talk was at the pub down the street.
Water droplets and old crumbs were on our table.
We wiped them away with a napkin we found nearby.
It was still greasy, but we settled anyway.

How many hours, I wonder, did we waste?
When we tried to balance the check of this relationship.
It’s not easy to split the portion evenly, as we both remembered.
It’s moot to add, subtract, multiply and divide.

What did I provide to you, my beloved?
A deep comfort kind of feeling only I can deliver
Or just a craving you needed to satiate?

passion

Passion isn’t solely represented in the final product of someone’s creation. Being passionate towards something or someone is one in which takes a lot of time, energy and patience. I don’t think it needs any other qualities than that. It can be seen in the devoted late nights of doing research on this one particular area of interest. Passion can be felt in the soreness of your muscles from the energy exerted to learn more about the chosen subject, project or idea. It requires a kind of loyalty that comes from endless times of making mistakes or re-examination or further analysis. Passion is consuming.

Passion (originally posted on September 16, 2014)

My body
Blinded by inner sensations
Cause and location are unknown.
Feeling gutted in the heart.
Feeling heavy from the start.
Feeling force in the mind.
Passion is not light.
It does not breed weakness.
Passion is a fight
For feeling what’s right.
Time is timeless
Will is all that matters.

heal

Unpack the heaviness,
Tied around your soul.
Combine the ease and calm,
To create a waterfall of healing.
Nourish yourself with sweetness,
Strength, power and energy.
A life is to be lived,
Happiness to be gained,
Wounds to be healed.

stars

Dream catchers of the sky,
Grants wishes to hopeful hearts.
Guiding lights to sailors on open seas.

Dances in the twinkling eyes of lovers
Signifies the natural world of wonder
Escapes into the blanket of the midnight moon.

calm

you hitchhiked into my heart
like an arrow flung from the bow
from an angel in the air waiting for love.
one minute i think of nothing
and the next, it’s this. just this.
it started with the window.
the air, the floral, the clouds
i fell deep into the powers of calm.
i haven’t looked back. not once.
because once life is seen this way,
it’s hard to see it any other way.
but sometimes being lost happens &
navigation is hard without an address.
can’t gps my way back to the open road.
so i’ll keep an eye out
for the next angel i see in the sky.

the man

The lonely visitor sculpted a secret destiny.
He walked by the road to success
And pondered by the side of confusion
And waited for the confirmation from affirmation.

It never came.

So he embarked on a new journey.
Into the forest of possibilities was a sight to see.
Life of all forms were taking place in his existence.
Without any bother at all, without any hesitation.

He sat by this enormous tree of spirituality.
The roots were strong and wise;
Igniting a flame from within by staying grounded.

The visitor was no longer lonely.
He walked on the road of freedom.

spreading love

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

-fix you by coldplay

As natural as anything grown in the soil,
There is a light that grows in our inner core
Streaming out when we smile to the world.

Hold onto this guide in you,
The world can be hard to navigate.
Dark waters can drown us if we fall.

But if we unite together like family,
Darkness becomes the light we have.

the power of the people
(originally posted on December 5, 2016)

Strength in kindness,
compassion, and love
Comes from one person,
Standing with another & another.
Holding hands & protecting each other.

Unconditional Love
(originally posted on April 10, 2015)

a love so strong
tides and floods,
battles and loss
can never defeat.
love that renews
its strength
over and over
isn’t perfect
not even close
if ever lost,
a thousand moments
will be dedicated
to rebuild a love
like this

temporary relationship roadblocks

Silver thimbles hung on twiddle thumbs
On guitar strings strumming goodbye songs.
Uncover the lost messages in this puzzle game
As I spew out metaphors of this heartfelt strain.
Wrap me over your shoulders as I hang on tight,
Like a baby girl sleeping in soft blankets delight.
Nourish my wounded ego with salted teardrops
Avoid crossing the lines and running red light stops.
We have to make it. We gotta get there.
But how does that saying go, “life’s not fair?”

 

inspired by singer-songwriter mitski’s song first love/late spring.

a night of silent fire

smashed wooden pieces lay outside by the garden of roses.

a fire pit sat beside five small stone benches in circle fashion.

light burns slow and wispy, simmering away the day’s humidity.

as roasted marshmallows and melted chocolate squeeze in cookies crumbs

smell of sweet, smoky, tender somethings seep into our dazed memories.

coolness sweeps in fresh air as we exhale regrets and bitter tragedies.

each take a moment to look afar as tops of trees shade the midnight moon.

tone: resurrection, hopeful, camaraderie, contradiction, beauty hidden

swept away

gather the spaces in the sky
between the clouds
as they sweep by

use the space to create time
lingering on like oil and water
separating themselves in glass.

as you watch out the window,
the sunrise doesn’t wait for you
because time isn’t on your side.

post inspired by this song

“And I was so young
When I behaved
Twenty five
Yet now I find
I’ve grown into
A tall child
And I don’t wanna go home yet
Let me walk to the top of the big night sky”

by mitski, first love/late spring

reality shocks

stunned like an electric shock
through fingers on the plug;
reality hit me and surged energy
into every singular cellular nerve.

the brain reprograms and reboots,
messages on repeat turn into cuts
on records and unwound tape in cassettes.

past, present, future all at once,
limited time offer to choose one, not all.
what is the cost, loss and prevention
of this new, old, potential life?

explorers.

They searched for clarity,
From square windows in the sky.
Tipping a glass jar of pennies
Scoring enough to pay the fare.
Seeing rain drops fall upon elephant leaves
Collecting puddles on the floor
As newborn kittens happily drink.
Flowers bloom and birds chirp songs,
Explorers seek their hearts in the tree house
With a bamboo bed and door of beads
As it swings and clicks
Whenever anything crosses by.

the seasons

The winter breaks records,
Spinning on old playful songs,
As we huddle by the fire for comfort.

The spring unveils beauty in motion,
Through tiny snapshots of the inevitable,
Sun, flowers, rain showering the foundation.

The summer heat rises the atmosphere,
Waves of ocean breeze tingles on swimmer’s skin
Slowly enjoying wanderlust as time jumps forward.

The fall sweeps in as we devour pumpkin pies,
Green leaves changes to orange-y, yellow, red
Warmth in color, releasing quickly, as the cold settles in.

chasing the sun for you

Last night, I had my camera at the right time. The sun was setting and I couldn’t resist just taking every single photograph. Once I saw what I caught, my heart just wanted to share it. I chased the sun for you. The world is way more beautiful than you ever think. Just pause a bit and see it beyond your everyday eyes and you’ll see something so different, so natural.

The clouds and the way they intermingle with the mixture of colors from the sky get me. I love how artistic nature is without even trying.

Chasing the sun for you,
Means you don’t have to
Go on alone.

summer child

this is for love (my mom is the best gardener I know)

Black sweaty fine hair fall upon your baby face,
As double dutch jump ropes and kickball
Games & laughter & silliness fill up hot summers.
Television hums and antennas tangle reception,
Afternoon naps as Mama beckons us to pink flowers,
Watering each dry soil patch making mud cakes
Picking ripe red cherry tomatoes off the stems
As time goes on without a peep or alarm,
Setting suns signal dinners on the stove,
Showering off the smell of nature’s fragrance
Dreaming dreams without any definition,
Just a feeling and knowing, it’ll be okay.

gratitude from the moon and back