Sometimes

sometimes...

my thoughts regress

as the beat in my chest

looms on the dimming excess

of the pain you have left

and of the sirens of regrets

and I wonder where it all went?

how was it all spent--

so quick with no caress

to soothe these wounds, the tempest

now rages, and cages

in my desperate attempt

to flee and fly and forget.

What was I thinking?

I look at your pictures but they make you seem sleezy.

You were something brief, potent yet unmistakably easy.

And now I actually feel an anxiety in my stomach, so queasy;

No matter how hard you tried, you still couldn't appease me.

I was once fond of your essence, enthralled in the chase of the moment,

but honestly, right now, I think it wasn't well-paced nor well-spent.

Reminiscing, I wonder where my mind was encased or where it went,
perhaps your poison caused my judgement to be misplaced, and vacant.

I sipped in your breath as if I had been drinking,
and after it all, I do not know what I had been thinking!
It may be true that I was almost far gone, just sinking,
But my desire for you has been exponentially shrinking.

My attraction to you must have been fogged with faux lust,

because for some odd moments I thought you had earned my trust.
But your speedy departure has been a necessary must,
And I will no longer let my heart roll around in the dust.

The Visitor

A visitor drifted into my town,

and we met on the corner of Love and Lust.

His voice so deep, mysterious, and profound;

to explore it further was a must.

Walking among the giants of the city,

his hand kept mine warm and protected.

He said, "You're so beautiful. So pretty,"
and for some small moments, we connected.

Gazing over candlelight,
with soft jazz interludes,
We shared memories of a long time passed.
Desire was winning the fight,
as my heart did finally conclude,
to kiss could not be wrong, though it wouldn't last.

With fingers interlaced,
we traveled across the Brooklyn bridge,
the city forever shining, so glorious, momentous.
With judgement misplaced,
I was fighting the brevity of this image;

my heart knew I'd be losing, this nakedness, too dangerous.

We continued on to the center of Times Square,

where the stairs are red and the crowd is contagious.

His lips brushed mine as my heart echoed a prayer,

but what we had will remain as always nameless.

It all had been for no more than three days,
but something so beautiful had occurred.
He taught me that kisses could come as bouquets,
a dozen or more, enthralling and completely absurd.

I've been told that when good things come,

they shouldn't be questioned.

They are worthwhile, passionate and seldom,

and may even be pre-destined.

And alas, I do long for yet another moment,

but more so, I pray that I may be Pardoned...

for The visitor had came and went,

leaving my lips stained, crimsoned, abandoned.

Colors of the Wind

It is remarkable how the past seems so distant--like the colors

fading in the autumn breeze.

It all seems on the verge of change, yet again.

Jazz on Spring

The jazz twirls around our heads,

and the soft light falls on your face;

I can almost feel your smile on my lips.

As words float between us,

the heat from the wine is calming;

Won't you tell me all your secrets?

A hum of quiet laughter all around,
and the gentle beat of the bass;
Let us dance tonight, slow.

As hours seem to forget us,
our stories become entangled;
Let our lips reveal another tale.

grieving

why do I continue
to raise you
on a pedestal
when you are

WORTH LESS

than the least of men?

my mind is blurred
my tears now stain the floor
my heart has always only had hurt
and all of it due to you

i've been here before
crying on the floor,
tears overtaking my body,
losing the fight against gravity,
sinking
as I am aching
from the pain that seems
to never cease,
and not caring
who hears my grief...

Deserving of Love

I do not know why I treat you the way I do;

I feel like you deserve the best of me

but at times, I feel exactly the opposite--

that you deserve none of me.

Holding on to the past

has caused me to waste so many moments;

I know that deep within my heart,

but still,
I cannot keep my heart still
nor can I keep it away
from all the pain you have caused it in the past.

It is our past that haunts my present,
and although I genuinely want to move on
to a brighter and happier future,
I am still stuck in the mindset of our yesterdays.

I want to forgive and forget.
I pray for the strength to look past all our iniquities.
Hey, if Jesus could do it,
why can't I forgive you 77 x 7 times?
Why do I still struggle to just accept
what has been done, and move on?
It is so simple to do
and yet so difficult to get started on.

I search my heart, my mind, my soul;
what is it about my life that I feel stuck in this anger?
I want to let go,
to be able to fully move on,
and live a life of happiness--
the life that I deserve to live.
The life that you deserve, as well.

You deserve the moon and the stars,
the brightest lights to keep shining for you,
so bright that you are blinded by their beauty
and yet, you can't help but keep looking on.

You deserve the tightest hug and deepest kiss,
both of which would be incomplete without the other,
both of which would let you know that you are loved,
that you are protected and desired;
that there is my set of arms and my set of lips that needs yours.

You deserve A kiss that is electric fuzz fire,
that ignites into the deepest intricacies of you,
that laces itself through your bones and
that emanates from you with a heat so unforgiving,
the only way to deal with its intensity
is to just accept it as such.

You deserve the sweetest smile, everytime,
to know that you mean the world to me,
to know that you do make me smile,
that you stir in me a joy that can cause my world to
shift from misery to glory in less than an instant.

You deserve A heart that knows your own,
that is willing to get to know your own,
in all its imperfections and worries and glories,
and that is a complement to your own;
a heart that can beat just as fast and just as strong,
without cease, without exhaust.

You deserve the softest hand to hold through it all,
and a supportive voice to encourage you through your flaws;
you deserve these things because, although you are a Mountain Man to me (strong and willed), when you lack that strength, you will never be alone,
for my hand and my voice will be there for you.

You deserve all of this and more because I do as well...
We deserve happiness.

The question is:
Are we willing to REALLY try again? To actually forgive and forget?
To move on and accept that happiness is available if we just try (if I just try...)?
To give each other that heart that will be safe and warm?
To envelop eachother with the beautiful silken lips that stir the soul?
To lay down the flaws and embrace the Imperfect Perfection that is so wonderful?
Love is the answer to everything.

But if Love is knocking already,

so strong and persistent,
why can't I answer?

Unfaithful

There is a loud temptation at our door

and yet, my innocent hello

is silenced by your secret that we can no longer ignore...

Your prior engagements

leave us with no commitments;

this lust is just entrusted
to a marriage of burdern now corrupted.

Your actions prove no justive,

& yet our desires continue erupting.

Your years of experience

overshadow my sweetness--

as you sip at the honey of my lips,
and tightly grip my yearning hips,
you rise and thrust like ten rocket ships;

Why did it have to come to this?

She thinks you're a Saint of a Man,
always wearing that ring on your hand,

but like a kitten, you lap at the milk of my bowl,

making sure not a single, wet drop is left of my soul,
and there is still a loud knocking at our door,

Perhaps it is too much for us to ignore...

May God forgive us for we act as if we do not know.

Hidden Hearts

Occluded from her, as the sun sets,

we share the quiet night.

These hidden hearts

will eventually come into light.

As the sun greets us

once again,

my heart knows

this is one it can't win,

But why are you the epitomy of my sincerity?

In all honesty, I wish for some clarity

to guide your rationality

so that you could see that you simply belong with me.

And yet, you share your warmth with her,

but all I am able to share in are stolen smiles,

and all the while, I'm hoping to pass this trial.

My heart has a verdict--knowingly guilty,

yet innocent in its claim,
yours is the name

it dwells on at night,

and what a shame that I must rid you from my sight...
For with one more stolen glance,
I could fall too deep,
deep into an abyss of a love I can't keep.

Subsequent Sentiments

speechless

emotionless

timeless

senseless

empowered

released
relieved

reinstated

rising

surmising

surpassing

and growing

and all of this
due to us;
I thank my lucky stars
and the Sun above.

in the light of Hope

caught in the tangles of life

motionless

without a stir of sentiments

confused
distraught

brief seconds of contentness

are pursued--

almost chased down,
thrown down and beat down--
by the shadow of nothingness

what do i do?

a Light needs to be bright

for it to fulfill its purpose

and yet, aspirations
of any illumination
are what keep me weaving on.

For my Eyes Only

This is not for you

This is all just for me

I am strong

I am confident

I am motivated
I am determined
and most importantly,

I am hopeful.

I will find love,
I will find mutual support,
I will find commitment,
I will find devotion.

I know what I did wrong,
I know I wasn't happy,
I know that I was settling for less than I deserved,
for less than I really wanted.

I wanted to believe in you,

I wanted to believe in us,
but after everthing was said and done,
we were both forcing a current to flow against its destiny,
a flow against its course,
but we finally admitted this run was at its end.

Things were good once,

but things do change.

People change, and
we clearly did exactly that.

And I still weep every night,
but that's part of the healing process.
I weep for the bad, for the good,

for the wrong, for the right,

for that sweet touch that will not be shared again.
But those same once-gentle hands laid force against me,
and it was because I let it happen. Why?

Time will give me an answer.

There is no blame,

no fault,
no hurt,
no regret,

no remorse.

Just forgiveness.
and wisdom.

And hope,
for a better future,
for a happiness that awaits me eagerly.

This is what I Remember

I'm sitting here, out on a summer day,
the sun shinging so bright, the wind soft against me,
but all I can think about is you... and everything we shared.
Even though the weather is great and I should go out to play,
I just want to stay indoors and cry all this pain away--
and that's because no matter where I go or what I do,
it all just reminds me of you.

I am so disappointed in us, in how our frustrations got the best of us.
I saw my whole life with you; I even have a still image of our first kiss as a happily married couple. A sweet moment of a passionate kiss--you in your black suit with your hair sleeked back, and your hands tight on my waist, and I in my dress with my hands gently pressed on your cheeks, gentle enough to feel the smile on your face. That is what I remember.

And I also recall how proud I was of you as you received your license to rule the roads, as you received your diploma and graduated to the next step, as you held your patience trying to teach me the rules of the game. How I hold dear the memory of the videos you made, congratulating me on my big day... all the kissy faces, and the Love will Rock On hand gesture, and the sweet look in your eyes as you smiled to the camera. And I remember our very first and very last kiss. Those kisses will be the sweetest and dearest and most tightly held onto moments of my life. I still remember how amazing, how soft, and how meaningful your lips felt pressed against mine. I still remember how you held me as if to never let me go.

But then, a dark cloud looms, and I remember how stupid I was. As I cry through this, I can be honest with myself now that it's really over, and I admit that I am to blame for all our tragedy. I sit here and search my brain trying to figure out just exactly where I went wrong--what led me to be so cruel to you? You were deserving only of my affections, but instead my jealousy got the best of me and clouded my visions; my insecurities got the best of me and I physically hurt you--tears and blood,
and it still wasn't enough,
for you to leave this love.

But eventually, you cracked,
and I cracked,
and the marks left on my face,
and the bruises left on our hearts,
prove to me that we can't go back.

Maybe in time, all this will heal. Maybe your aggressions will change back to sweet and tender affections for me. Maybe our illusions can once again be our reality. Maybe we will learn and give us another chance. But then again,
I also remember us always holding onto the past--both the good and the bad. Maybe that's why our time has stopped here.

How it pains me that it seems that my life will be forever without you. I can almost not believe it. But I know it must be done.

With sincerest love and an ache in my heart, I apologize for all our misgivings and our wrongdoings. I can only hope that time will heal us and we can be happy again--
whether together again or... forever apart.

Standing Time

Only time will tell.

Only Time will let us see if this is meant to be.

I know what I have to do,

and I know that you know what you have to do, as well,
but I don't know if you will have the courage to do it.

I think you will be a coward,
and I think you will keep making mistakes,
and whats more,
I know that even after more mistakes,
you will still want me,
but it will be too late.

So don't be a coward.
Stand up for what you believe in,
stand up for what you know is good,

for what you know is right.

Stand up and do not fall.
Stand up and rise above.

Stand up and show me
that you are courageous enough
and strong enough
to stand by my side
through it all.

Love, Where is your Fire?

Love, where is your fire?
Where is the passion that once burned?
Where is the ignited heart that always spoke?
I fear they have gone missing amongst other flames...

A heart so fragile,
made so fragile because of the burns,
because of the willing victimization.

Scars embedded so deep,
beyond the subcutaneous layer
penetrating the soul of the foregone.

Love, where is your fire?
Why do you insist on letting the flame burn?
It is on the brink of death,
leaving nothing but fading wisps in the air,
but you can't--you won't--let it burn to the end.

My hands, once so soft and warm,
are now hands burned to the bone,
with wounds that just won't heal.

There is but one ember winking in the fireplace;
almost mockingly, it winks,
brightens, and dims,
saving itself for the last inch of my skin,

making sure I am blackened like coal.

Rain

As the raindrops slowly fall,
gradually accumulating on the once-dry cement floor,
memories of the past slowly wet my mind,
inhibiting my thoughts from grasping the present reality.

As the raindrops first begin,
unknowingly clustering as an empty mass above my head,
my eyes close
and my face welcomes their stain on my skin.

I am
Saturated,
Consumed,
and the stains begin to feel my own.
But I urge myself to head home.

And yet,
as the raindrops
.`.`.`.`.gently.`.`
.`.`.`.slither.`.`.`
.`.`.`.`.down.`.`.`.`
`.`.`.`.the.`.`.`.`.
.`.`.`.`.`.window`.`.,
forming families every now and then only to

B UR ST

and

s e p a r a t e
from how saturated
they have become,

my hands writhe against the cold table,
itching for an escape.


It was inevitable.

And no roof could ever prevent their seeping presence.

Jealousy

(written April 19, 2011)

A rage of passions deep within
that not even time can keep caged in.
These feelings and thoughts are riddled of sin,
and can't be drowned with bottles of gin.
If only trust could be acquired again,
then the pangs of angst could cease to exist,
and then maybe,
the violent words could be stifled, muted, hidden...

Faithful in heart, and yet, this jealousy fit
has left only ice cold empty bitterness.
Where can the tiny bulb of love blossom?
Where are those delicate lips that have chosen.. to lie?
Lips so desirable, but only to lies.
Fibs so unbearable, dismissed by disguise,
and all the while, there exists a never-ceasing ringing
warning your thrusting hips to stop singing
the song so loved by the faithful heart,
because that once perfect melody has been torn apart.

There are only Spoken words embodying a Possible Beauty,
and possibly another forgiving opportunity...
But the repeated apologies
are now thrown to the side,
resembling only a broken hand
of a second in time.

This Journey of Mine

I was slowly sinking into endless blackness,
heading for a road of dark and dim despair...
I felt like I had caged myself in,
sittin' and chillin' as I was sinnin',
and my mind went numb, my body caved in,
and something evil took over.
I was now somewhere I had never been.
So unhappy, so far away from the light, and
I went crazy , my mind raced with fear and and thought of no escape,
I had no ability to understand what was happening,
but all I knew was that I desperately wanted out,
tobefreefromthisthingthatwastryingtotake me.

As I cried inside and begged to have control again,
that was when, like a hand from above,
He spoke to me.
He held me.
He held me close to His heart and said that I would be okay.
He told me that I could choose the darkness or the light,
and I eagerly reached for the hopeful light,
and my eyes forever shut out the darkness.
I finally see with clarity how this journey goes,
and
My feet have been planted firmly on this road before me,
and with the light to guide me, I can start this new year of life--
this new year that I have been so mercifully blessed with.

I promise to never go back to the darkness.

Sweet Water,
Oh Sweet Water. You are always what I have needed.

And I thank that Hand for reaching out to me,
for helping me get up and keep walking.

Limitless Flight

From rooftop to rooftop,
The World is Limitless;
The horizon forever outstretching.
As the sun glistens so bright,
A cool breeze caresses my skin,
and reminds me that I'm alive.

As the pidgeon flies free,
I yearn to do the same,
to go where my heart desires
with nothing to hold me back.
But then I lift my eyes from this page,
and close them to feel the warmth of the sunlit day on my face.

Where am I?

On the terrace of new dreams, of new life,
of new chances.
I can fly away as the wind does,
touching the endless corners of this World.
I can fly, for there is not one single cloud in the sky
to hold me back.

The sun is bright and although the chills set in,
it is a new day, a new life, a new chance
to Fly...
wherever my heart truly desires.

Beautiful Sound

Sweet sounds

of melodious ballads

gushing from the heart

filling the air with

a beauty
that rings everlasting

and gratefully consumes

the soul

listen,
just listen.
do you hear that?

it is life;

in all its glory
in all its talent
and my soul sings along

Just Words

Words have the power to affect a life in ways undescribable.
Words have the power to break a heart further, or heal it entirely.

I've always wanted that type of love that makes me want to boldy speak
I LOVE YOU
from the top of a mountain,
because the True Love that I want is the
crazy,
consuming,
can't-live-without-each-other

type of Love.

And I have found all the Love I could ever be consumed with in Your Word.

I can't live without You
and even when I can't live anymore,
I will still have You.

How amazing is it to know that Your Word

outlasts any words that could leave my lips

or touch my heart.

Your Word has shown me how to be,
how to forgive,
and most importantly how to love.

You always know the right thing to say to me when I feel broken,
when I feel alone, when I feel low and unworthy...

After all my nights of wading in the silence

your words are the only ones that have striked me like a lightning bolt,

and that have changed my sight from darkness to light, showing me love in all its potentiality, in all its power.

And to You, there are just so many words gushing from my heart,
but I just need You to understand how much you've made the following two words mean to me:
Thank You.

Thank You for every thing;
Thank You for every day,
Thank You for every one,
Thank You for every word,

Thank You for every moment

that has led me back to you,
and that has
let me breathe in Your Love
just a little bit more,

and yet,
I know that
no words
will ever be

enough.

Toxic Cure

smooth sensation
red and fluid
hard against the pain
soft against the mind
easy to swallow
and easy to cope with

why cant it always be just like this?
soft to the touch in everything that i do
my mind is foggy,
a mist of never happenenings
and what can be's
a mist of surprises
and secret desires

talk to me a little longer
tell me your secrets
let my heart be your refuge
and let me hide in your love

Immobility in the Storms

I will make it through this storm--

although the winds are harsh and sharp against my wounds,
I will make it through whether you are there or not.

I can't turn off what I feel,
all the pain, the love, the pain,

the memories;

vivid in my mind
seared into my heart...
although
I scream inside, "No More!"--
what is there left for me to do?

I can't seem to move.

I close my eyes ,
but my heart can't forget your image
and my skin crawls at the thought of another.

Is this all there is for me?

Almost a prisoner,
without a desire to escape,
I can't seem to move.

Freedom

Betrayed
Beyond Repair
in more ways than flesh...
In spirit , in love,
all lies
just lies

A year to show me the truth
A year to pass by so I can see the truth;
the truth you were too afraid to tell.
But the truth always finds its way,

because "The Truth shall set you free"

and now,

because of the occluded life you lived,

that life of secrets that is no more,

I am free.

Freedom is Sweet--

for after the truth there is nothing left.

With nothing left, I can start to live

because now there is nothing to lose;

I have nothing to lose because you were never really mine,

Interesting that now you want to belong to me.

But, did you know--I don't want you anymore:

I choose my Freedom.

Sweet Deception

I was so naive,
I was deceived by your sweetness.
I was nothing more but your next prey
and my soul is now devoured completely.

I'm stuck in this fog
and I can't see what's in front of me,
I only know where I've been and where I came from;
And somehow, you're stuck here with me.

I try to break free from the cold winds,
but my lungs are constricted more and more
and the more I try to move forward into the blindness
the more I do not sway from where I am.

The ice has settled
and I am numb.