(2015)
Sometimes during the day I day dr… I secretly wish upon the invisible… and send the sky my daydreams. And even though It all seems bett… I only daydream poetry for you
Desperately hanging on the edge of… I listen to the lingering whispers Her voice so sedate and soothing Her hands so warm Her body inviting
There I stand. I can see the world go by, interact with it through the magic of thought, but I am not there. I can not be hurt by those things for which I have no control or those thing...
Small devils, demons, angels soull… Inhabit nether worlds avoid the li… Today they weave their webs in cyb… Vicarious they are another race We worked and played in stark real…
BEGINNING: I don’t know if what happened to me was real or if it was just a dream. I’m not even sure
Today, we no longer write letters to those we want to fall in love with. Today, poems no longer exist to conquer the girl we want to fall in love with. Today, I confess that I would lik...
A morning walk through damp Valle… athletic runners passing me by, the way some human brains survive… and emerge capable of action and c… knowing my poetry may be recited a…
It won’t be easy, you’ll think it… When I try to explain what is rea… How I still need your help after… No, I mean really. All you will see is a poet, one wh…
I sound the call and yet I cry for the answer never comes I see the distant ocean sea and hear the sound of drums. And yet, although I would engage,
I lock the hotel door Behind me alone. And makes me realize I am like the shadow That can come and go
Damn those cars! Who cares for as… or petrol stations when there is i… the lonely lure of evening platfor… and empty, echoing with breaks, an… accelerating rhythms of car wheels…
Can your past Love forgive me? I… Its a dream, a wish, a pleading fo… Love is patient like the hills, li… like the endless water that flows… Love is kind, like you, the kind t…
who starts to lie and yet he lies not for some glory’s way, but to protect the one he loved each day from his own brain. And once in every place, there is this man with an empty spa...
as if as if... bygones were bygones and refilled carriages fresh cut’s bleeding could cover a stitch
The funny thing about tears is how powerful they are the tears sliding down my face signal an apology to you for the emotional hurt i’ve given.