Up on the Aratiles tree,
the little girl shouted to thee.
“Red berries are now ready,
get the basket, come and see!”
Under the Aratiles tree,

walls expand
between us—
cobwebs of
misery
entrap us—

Along the dark alleys,
Through their constant lies.
Among bigots and hypocrites.
Knives on his back as they spit
On the ground he bellowed from the

Thoughts... deep in the abyss—
mumbled to self as she listened;
unknown to none but herself.
The songs they sung
played in the background—

Through your eyes
unimaginable truth resides
Deep in the ocean floor’s
unreachable tides.
Lying down deep below,

Warm days of summer brought rain f
Wet shirts and trousers hanging at
Wild and boisterous laughters hear
Warm smiles of children at play...
Wet and sweaty faces on display...

The proud man came to preach
endlessly he speaks
of life he’d rather
choose to
second

The caveat is expanding
chasm in the mountain—
where raging lava
forging through
to freedom.

I let you go, flying high,
With other birds in the sky.
Waving my hand goodbye
while I stand here and cry.
Today is a sad day

Some people say that marriage is a
Some people choose to hold on...
Some people choose to forego...
And in the process of things,
people forget what they’re meant t