Ode to impermanence

Sway to the bittersweet ballad of beautiful things coming to an end. The melancholy of joy intermixed with sorrow Parting from a presence that will never leave you Saying goodbye to yourself Move to the beat of impermanence, tears of joy in a static embrace. The...

Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....

Bird house – a poem

When the music stops there’s dreadful silence. Someone who sounds like you is not you. Blissful moments cannot be replicated. It’s unfair to measure the present with yesterday’s tape. This suit does not fit, but it’s the only clothes I have....

The word

Words are cheap, but invaluable when they speak of the abundance of the heart. Emotions are male, aggressive rapists impregnating the mind. Thoughts bud like daffodils early Spring. Some bloom, others perish with their essence inside. But the mind is always pregnant,...

Becoming

I have poetry in my heart from the beauty I’ve seen, from the lives I’ve lived, from the loves I’ve loved. I’ve got waves of wonder pouring out of my heart, with stretches of blue,white and gold sand. I’ve got serenity in sea… the...

Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

If Eminem were Zen – a poem

If Eminem were Zen what would he rap about then? Would we hear all the slander if there weren’t any anger? Would he give fans such a thrill without threatening to kill? Would he still be Slim Shady if he started chanting daily? Eminem, multi-platinum: If you...

Damaged goods – a poem

  Where are you, damaged goods? Is it nice out there? Life support cut you short. You were not so rare. Torment ceased. Now deceased… Do you get to watch? Was it worth, death and birth? Are you now a catch? Pain is a magnet for those who ache; but arid is...

Of love and Concentration Camps

“What good is living when you are no longer needed?” It is true, you are not needed. But are you loved? Ah, yes. You lost the capacity for unconditional love. Feelings did not survive the Concentration Camps. Your reptilian needs are well covered....

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