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A sense of euphoria grips me from head to toe.
When i think about the memories we share,
from those fun times to the most vulnerable moments.
My hands feel numb
eyes feel saggy
legs feel tired
the heart palpitates.
the breathe feels wheezy.
I just want to unravel the fabric stitched into highways
and tear away distance between us.
In my dreams you came and said
"Dilan i love you," but it's ephemeral.
With hard feelings i have to say, i never met you
but your presence surrounded me every moment that passed.
A puffed up ego is what i had until you came in my life and those frowns turned into smiles.
You being the typical biology student once said" It requires 64 muscles to frown but only 18 to smile, so why put yourself in so much trouble and hardwork."
I laughed at those words every time i read our chats.
The vibes we had were so pure, that you always made me feel secure.
The day will come soon,
when we will be together.
A fresh revelation of passion
a long hug and no distance to bother,
just you and me forever.
My love for you will never subside,
thank you,
for being the khushboo of my life.
When a man loves a woman..
He listens to how she’s feeling more than what she’s saying,
He will put her needs and desires before his own,
He will let her into his heart, and work to get into hers,
He will reinforce her as a woman, build her up, and encourage her to take risks,
She will know he always has her best interests in mind,
She will be confident in her endeavors knowing she’s supported and loved,
Her beauty and desire will never be a question, in her own mind,
Because her beauty and desire will always be mentioned and nurtured,
She will know the relationship is worth more that the conflict,
She will know she’s cherished, because she feels cherished in the comfort of his arms,
He will make her a priority in life,
He will be inclusive and inviting
She will be able to trust him with her most intimate thoughts,
And know it will never be used against her,
She will feel free to express herself and be vulnerable with him
He will kiss her with all the passion of the first time,
He will do all this and more,
Even when the color has faded from their very first photograph,
He will do this and more because he loves his woman.
I’ve nothing
positive to say today
Just different scenarios
In a vacant approach
Calling me to come home
I was left wandering
In the dark alone
The objective
To ease the hurt
Take away a curse
For days that we play
Reach for new heights
In a vulnerable scene
Tip toe on mercy
To avoid
the split in my spleen
In love with a phantom
Hidden behind a spotted face
Out for the souls of grown men
Those who have plotted
Against a broken race
Misplaced pigment cells
Only the pig in men sells
Walking on childhood misery
Adolescent years swayed
Mentally weighed
Prohibited the belief
Of a murdered messiah
Don’t you be so careful
As to let it hypnotize you
He who believes in thee
Can only be a liar
Shall I live
Then death to all rivals
No apologies
Its just the pledge of survival
The Quran
Your mischievous bible
I hold these latter-day saints
Equally liable
And if it gets no better
Love always
As her emotions led her
An old man as spoken for
Casualties of sympathy
Hoping for a cure
One old woman and ten dollars
Spent thanksgiving day
Hoping for a ham and a cabbage
But we savages in this ravaged land
Think nothing of her
But you got to love her
Reach out with your cold arms
And hug her
Rub the hurt
To keep her above the dirt
“Yes we can”
Do what?
Nothing again
I write for life
I write for birth
I write for you
For what it’s worth
I can’t stretch my intelligence enough
To write for peace on earth
Lost in the alleys of despair my heart an open parasol
Protection of gray clouds and rain over the darkest hole
I curse every weeping tear from my forsaken eyes
Empty promises discarded into a trash-heap
Doors locked from the inside to an invisible keyhole
Limbs spread to sweet pain
moans echo to warm door
Averting leaping into what was left over lost sleep
Darkness,
Silence,
Loneliness,
Anxious whispers of failures is all I can hear
Broken and vulnerable living deep in gray soul
Stop the rain from falling shining the way
To awake to a close parasol and sunshine
1/24/2017
When each day begins
and each evening ends
knowing Earth is within our redemption intent,
our commitment to Sacred Earth's restoring Grace
within ourselves,
within our families,
within our communities,
within our humane-divine
nature-spirited species,
within our multi-species relationships,
within Earth,
upon Earth,
around Earth,
through Earths emerging sacred climates
cosmology
theology
ethology,
Then those economic and political
and personal and sexual
and relational and intimate
and vulnerable co-redemptive intended activities and investments,
evolve co-empathic awarenesses,
grow moments of bilateral Grace consciousness
transpire to transubstantiate
occurring and re-occurring event patterns
and rhythm landscapes within
and climates without,
in-between these dawn and dusk sacred wonder events.
To do less,
to invest less than everything,
is to risk Win-Lose harm to oneself,
and to one's sacred democratic cooperative trust
in truths restoring justice
over lies and errors disintegrating relationship,
To cooperate nondually more, so less dualistically interpreted divisions,
and dipolar, so less bipolar competitions,
and appositional, so less oppositional assumptions
between God's HolySpirit
and MatrioticEarth's Holonic Nature.
Judeo-Christian Creation Stories
are invitations toward restoration
of primal NatureSpirit Relationship;
not judgment against the too-secular, fallen, and unredeemed.
When our teachers teach other-phobia,
then we are listening and following
and too often voting for
false fake-evangelical prophets
of God as a Wanna-Be Totalitarian Fascist,
a Hater of Evil destining HellFire Futures
more than a MultiCultural Healer
toward Love-Lives Eternal.
We identify fake-patriotism
by discerning divine-humane rights
and wrongs
of monotheistic triumphalism,
rather than Gospel integrity
of profound Love
for Sacred Earth.
When each day begins
and each evening dissolves into
Sacred Earth's restoring Grace
within ourselves,
within our families,
within our communities,
Then those economic and political
and personal and sexual
and relational and intimate
and vulnerable activities and investments,
transpire to transubstantiate.
My father taught me how to sleep
with my eyes open—
wide enough to see the world,
wide enough to feel its weight
pressing on my bones.
Being an orphan was never the wound…
people made it sting.
They made it feel like my whole world
was falling apart
just because one person was missing.
I was a victim
of someone else’s story,
someone else’s fate—
but I’m writing mine now,
in defiance and in glory.
The scars they left on me,
I’m turning into art.
The fire they lit in me,
I’m using to light my heart.
Even healers become villains
when pain keeps echoing inside them.
But the deepest kind of pain
is the one you hide—
not to protect yourself,
but to protect others
from witnessing
just how much it has destroyed you.
I survived the kind of silence
that presses into your bones—
the kind that tastes like rejection,
the kind you choke on
and think you might die from.
I’ve walked through hell
and somehow kept getting up.
I’ve been vulnerable,
broken,
strong,
and healing
all at the same time.
I hated this year…
but damn, I’m proud of myself
for surviving it.
I hope my mom never ends a day
thinking she failed me—
because I could write a whole book
about the countless ways
she has been extraordinary
in my life.
2025 didn’t go how I planned.
I thought this would be my year—
but instead, it taught me
how heavy life can really feel.
I tried hard this year.
To be better.
To do better.
To hold it all together.
And still—
nothing felt enough.
I’m not the same person
I was in January.
I’m tired, yes.
Broken, in pieces.
But I’m still here.
And maybe…
for now…
that is enough
Vulnerable: free verse: Vulnerability
The only flower blooms in a field of withered weeds.
The wind howls in a strong, and violent breeze.
A single drop of water drips onto the desert sands.
So lost and so alone, just like I am.
New life is exposed to zero below,
A snowflake falling through sun beams.
In this place that is oh, so cold,
The last leaf hangs on winters bare trees.
I am exposed, like I have no skin.
I've just been born, I am naked again.
A thousand eyes behold, there's nothing they can't see.
Nowhere to hide in this vast, stormy sea.
You've torn down my only refuge...
Stolen all of my pride...
Given every hand a stone...
that they sling with their eyes...
And now, here I stand,
Since you left me alone,
Since you left me,
Alone...
With who I am.
Vulnerable: iambic pentameter: Vulnerability
The only flower In a field of weeds.
The wind is how'ling, strong, violent breeze.
A drop of water on the desert sand;
So lost and so alone, just like I am.
I am so exposed, like I have no skin,
I've just been reborn, I'm naked again.
A thousand eyes look, nothing they can't see,
Nowhere to hide in this vast, stormy sea.
You have torn my refuge, stolen my pride,
Given all hands stones, they sling with their eyes.
And now, here I stand, ever since you left,
Since you left me, alone, with who I am.
I could be quicker to apologize
and more deeply reconsider
healthy and safe restitution
restoration
restoring right relationship
restorying win/win potential
resolutions
To become more integrally confessional
when I have lacked transparency
hidden by invulnerable
chauvinistic silence
Fearing to offend
on matters not deeply mattering
to me
but almost certainly significant
to this one before me
and/or those beyond me
who do care
However selfishly
needing to be heard
respected
Wanting to have control
over healthy
safe possibilities
truthful
potentially beautiful
where they have invested
Even though I may see
and hear their outcomes,
smell
and taste these same yields
touched
and felt too win/lose
zero sum infested
congested,
too hungrily ingested
injected
I would be quicker to apologize
reconsidering healthy and safe restitution
restoring right relationships
restorying win/win
cooperative
more inclusive
open
vulnerable
and yet resiliently resonant
robustly forgiving
co-invested
EarthTribal
resolutions.
Julius, I want to tell you of my dream last night.
When I describe it to you, it will fill you with fright.
From what I saw, I must tell you to beware.
In my dream, your blood was spilling everywhere.
With your military campaigns, you did very fine.
You made yourself a name from Britain to Palestine.
The patrician senators want you to believe they are your friends.
However, the façade they present abruptly ends.
They fear their power is ebbing away.
You will assume absolute power someday.
The senators don’t want this to become reality.
As any other man, you are vulnerable to mortality.
Please my lord, don’t go to the senate today.
Avoid those conspirators and live to see another day.
You might reach for survival
But it will not reach for you
You can carry on for the most of your days
But the reality will never fade
You can dream of taking
Long walks on sandy beaches
You can exercise the thoughts
Of having a little white house
In Rhode Island
You can search for peace
With in the cliffs
The mountain less skies
But none with be visual or heart found
You can say it was just your culture
That you knew no better
You can wipe away your feelings
As if they were never there
And you can say history is meant to be repeated
That is for those who do not learn
You can journey on
Like good ole men
With bad intent, of coarse
And you can keep praying
For a casualty of beliefs
To sooth your worries
You can beg upon, wars, deceit
And smiles vaguely at your feet
You can carry on as though
Times will not lapse with in you
Worry if you will
For I am not yet done
I spoke from a rose of absence
I gave you the most vulnerable moments
Of a saddened angel
Yet I come to find
That you only wish me away