Reflective Poems

When I gave beggar a coin

A beggar grabbed my hand and cried for some spare change.

At first, I offered him a sweet memory of food or a tasteless sip of divine water, but he asked for money.

I had a heavy coin and gave it to him.

I wondered why he took only the money, and when he saw it, he immediately

HOW COULD I??

CHERRY WAVES
HEARTS I CRAVE

lust is a battle
don't see me waver
lust is a savor

savoryyyy
honey, ur so sweet
my delectable treattt
coming home with me?

no?

okkk

I never thought it could be this way
But now my honey's left me astray
She never thought to stay
My darling girl has ran away

Her name was Vanessa
Golden hair to her toes
Vanessa, my queen
I never gave you

No REGRETS isss YOLOFrvr

Did you know
Did you know

Out there across the world
There's beauty past your imagination
So much to discover
I want the tranquility
Somehow, someway
Vietnamese country side soothes me

No phone, a washed up relic
Drowned earlier on the trip
Mother was insistent on selling it

I said no
This is my device that shows my truth
A testament to my life
I was forced to before

Seashore

Sly low tide sneaks up to smooch the smooth shore
that holds old footsteps left behind us
and lends itself to sand castles
standing guard until high tide
plovers dart on fleet feet
across sodden sands
spindle-legged girls
hunt conch shells —
starfish 
found!
Blue
waters 
glistening
aqua appeal —
white horse sea-magic 
spindrift manes rise from crests 
awakened from lowest ebb 
high tide arrives on thunder

Signed, From The Floor

I cannot write what I do not feel.
I cannot feel what I do not know.
To write without passion
is to kneel at the nameless grave and weep,
to mourn the soil and not the dead,
to beg meaning from dust
and call it poetry.

I lie on the floor of my bathroom
just to feel the weight of my bones.
Cool tile

Reflective Listening

   Reflective listening
   Thats the one
    People can say how they have been undone
   Or have a glorious tale
   Of adventure
   Bad guys went to jail
   Listening carefully 
   Too all they say
   Can perceive their

LIFE'S SYMBOLIC JUXATAPOSITIONS

Living and dying,
juxtaposed realities;
life's cradles and graves:-

A Reflective Mirror recounts

The Mirror is my forbode
It shows fragility in my face
but my mental self preservation
still resides
I am dancing with light
Rim and Refractive light interludes 
bringing her reflective nature to fore


I am rewarded with both fear and delight
But I come without tears
Questions come to me
What  should and could I have been
An Academic  or A Police

march's door

march’s door

 
what remains when seasonal flowers wilt
and there is no chocolate left on your lips?

it seems we have only the winter sky
void of shooting stars or falling rain

and it is cold when morning crawls out
from the dark solitude of night 

i remember when laughter marinated
and at days end it was rich and full

but when

Hollow Room

Hollow Room

The emptiness of your room full of things is jarring 

It’s silence so loud you can hear it
toys once alive now stoic 
bedtime stories reduced to ink and paper
Stuffed animals only stuffing 
Ponies and dolls, immovable and muted 
Games no one wins
Unbuildable legos
Dress up clothes only fabric 
Puzzles turned to cardboard
Precious Trinkets and keepsakes

Imagination

I’m still battling my flaws
Am I the right person to love you?
I want to become a better man
For both you and me.

I want to overcome my self doubt
Fighting back against the thoughts 
Telling me I’m not good enough for you
The same thoughts telling me to leave

I can’t expect you to fix everything;
Only I can work

What You See

I wish I could see what you see.
I wish I was as strong as you seem to be.
You seem certain in all that you do,
I wish I could be that way too.

For Tommy

In friendship's garden, where we once played,
Our words were spring flowers blooming gay.

All of grammar and logic at our beck and call,
In the linguistic realm, we controlled it all.

Sadly, your heart is now but a brilliant star,
Yet one I can see wherever you are.

In this new silence, all our past words take flight,
As their wings

I Am Free

Free, I am free
But no one understands.
I am free to make a choice
But no one really cares
About me.

Freedom’s not a gift
Contained by social norms
Curtailed by sin of guilt
Pressured by beliefs and faith
Yet we say we are free.

Free, I am free
But no one understands.
I am free to make a choice
But no one really cares
About me.

I am

The Mirror

All that you are 
All that you see 
Everything about you  
Is reflected in me 
Reverse intentions 
See just who you are 
Into your soul 
To your deepest scar 
They call me the mirror 
I'm one who reflects 
All that you hide 
All you reject 
They call me the mirror 
You cannot break 
The

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