We Poems

As We Walk By

cardboard mattress 
concrete box spring

cocooned within the threads of shame

pillow stained 
with dried tears of despair

air pockets 
hover with a pungent force

that’s the way I remember her bed—
as I walk by.

We write poetry : Part Two

We write poetry (2)

I love what you stand for,
That’s why I gave you a ring.
Then after the phone call,
And a couple of years,
I gave you a ring again, 
As you wiped away the tears.

And the two of us wed,
And slept together in our bed,
In our wonderful home.
We are no longer alone.
We are the lucky ones,
And

We write poetry : Part One

We write poetry. (1)

If you and I ever made a life,
And time went by and we never realized,
That we shouldn’t be, could we be happy?
Could you and I raise a family?
And raise a child,
And teach the world to keep the language wild,
But never offensive, 
No sitting on fences.
Too poor to learn fencing,
But constantly mending the

Why did we stop talking?

How… how did it get like this?
Why… did we stop talking?
After a time… I stopped trying.
You… you… you were very tired to try.
No one did.

And… a friendship… that… no one acknowledged, but we acknowledged—
now doesn’t exist.
Exists… but…
I’m not the same person you talk to.

It was not love.
It was attachment to a person.
That laugh… that conversation…

Of love we 'll be Which mentions share

Oh love defined
Might this troubled world to
See
In blissfulness 
You and me
Wicked who oppose
Shall be redeemed
To speak us as one
Ah love redeemed

Sought the frails
Must They trouble
To find
I have a love
So sweet and kind
Oh mercy we
Might We to bare
Us redeemed
A concuss bare
Sweet the love
We pledge to share
To consimate
A humbled care
To procreate
And truffle not
We as one
And those begotten
they

All That We Dream

(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)

All That We Dream

When George Harrison sang,
“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
And tomorrow, today will be yesterday”
He was making a simple observation
On the nature of Life as a flow
We attach our momentary labels of time.

But he could also have said this applies
To all of us simultaneously in the flow
While attaching those labels

WE WILL CALL IT LOVE STILL

The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.

If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.

Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.

If love comes

Can We Do It Together?

Can we do it together?

“Hi! How are you?” an Indian lady asked me.
After work, I left the building of my workplace.

She also worked there. Just in a different department.
This company is in Greenford. Very nice. It is in London.

“Do you have children? Do you have a family?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t”, I answered. “Can we

SAYINGS WE SAY WHEN IN SOLITUDE

Human being, stretched tension
between the divine and animal realms,
distant balance suspended
between the exiguous and the abysmal!

The body only acts
with what eyes see
and the spirit grasps...

Only in my solitude,
I absorb the complete calm
and the serene sound of silence.

Gentle gestures generate kindness,
tender manners generate tenderness...
attention generates desires,
care generates love...

If you have love,
love without restrictions...
if you have more

we can play pretend

i feel so stupid 
i actually believed you loved me
i believed every lie
how could i know it wasn't true?
it all seemed so real
the smiles, the laughs
every time you were there for me
how much of it was fake?
i forget you're an actor
and you're really good at it too
you can easily play any role you're given
it makes

Did We Exist Before We Were Born

Did I exist before I came—
To Time’s reluctant Door—
Or was I but a voiceless Name—
In Silence—evermore?

The cradle of a Nothing vast—
Where neither Breath nor Form—
No Heart to quicken—nor to fast—
No Memory—to warm.

Yet here—I stand—amid the Grass—
The Moon—observes my stay—
She lifts her Lantern as I pass—
And will—when I—decay.

If Death returns me to that Place—
That hollow, unbegun—
I

Didn't we all become poets 4 : working - pain in the ass - new and improved

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Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle;
fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble -

To wit:

The half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me:
far, far, ready to say maybe to love -
moved in half-dream to plumb half-baked memories.

/ "But weren't their

Autumn, We Walk on Your Canvas

Autumn my desire, you glean,
cool bracing air, vibrant color scene.

If only we could

I wish we could pack up and escape
to wherever the road will take us

I wish we could forget the world
and together start anew

We Believe

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We Believe
Endowed with faith
As shall our duty
As shall our notary
In as notes
Along with our scribe
The beautifully sublime
His dowry, our lines

That hours President calls
Untitled declaration and ball
Stem off as in well
Purchased feather and tell


Mrs President, may I craft constitution?
In direction of the poverty, mam?
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