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Unrequited

Unrequited

The things i think about,
never settle below
they float instead
and fester inside
as I pluck your name in the air
a sacred memory folds over
foaming layers, floating vapors
Creating a chill and then a stupor
the last draw of my breath
I slipped again, I stripped
you tripped in the end
Even if you stay in your lane
But you’re driving insane
so much distance between two cars
its impossible to hear
Muffled by the wind, carried away the fear
I tried to speak, but the sound
Never carried over
It rises an ache in my throat
nerves are calmed, noise is stifled
legs are stiffened, feet planted
hands firmly gripped
elbows abutted
in a world prone to forget
my memory stays etched
in your fractured mind
my taste stayed on the lips
of the one I've left behind
a fleeting moment
Betrayed by lust unveiled the trust
between the blinks of my eye
You remain a distant memory
The pain has abated
the speed is indeed fleeting
Forgotten with the past
in the throes between two fires
the faded lines, the dying embers
Looms over like the sun
So I say, you cannot stay
Isn’t that off-putting?
A broken soul
With a spirit so agile
My body so fragile,
with just one touch,
you peel my layers
like the sprouting weeds
between the pavement
the truth wants to be known
My touch so brief,
and yet it lingered
Overstayed its welcome
And in the horizon
It stretched, it lagged on
And with your imagination
My skin rubbed raw,
My voice cracked, I cringed
I become unhinged
My heart will always be disquieted
Your love forever unrequited

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Tempestuous Storm

Time and tide again waits for no man
tempest-tossed upon life’s billow
The hull or the dinghy
Serves as a fortress
Though steady on its keel
Knocked his wits and sense
As he vacillates between levity and despair
Caused by his unbridled folly
He rakes the moon from out of the sea
A gust of air blew
It tethered him to flee
All you see is overcast
Knots, tiller, hatch, or helm
Love’s killer patch, overwhelm
Derelict in a sense
A castaway float astray
Break the resolve
Of a man who once vowed
to never sail again
But the songs of the nymphs
Was beckoning him
Is there something alluring 
or is he just lonely?
Can't find comfort in the stillness
With every beating on the mast
Fate on the tide
Because not once, not twice
But several times 
he almost drowned
He was lost at sea
His curse muffled 
No stir in the air
He was peeled
And like the tales of sailormen,
She suddenly appeared
Like white foam 
She ribboned the blue sky
The clouds drifts idly
As if they haven’t heard
Not a stirring breeze
But her ravenous rage
Devoured him
With rapacious eagerness
Lapping at his ballast
A violent wind is no match
To a careless sail man
in the middle of a stormy sea 
He tasted the saltiness 
And remembered the breath of his past
As he found himself washed ashore
He was saved at last
But he was looking for more
Despite the warning from the weather lore
And like the wind,
She whips a howling dance
As sea and sky make love
She could not calm her frenetic ire
It stirred something in him
It hit him like a squall
Once again he takes the plunge
Stupid as he is
To find himself once again
Sailing in the storm
Amidst the  tempestuous sea
Evening gray and morning red
He could only wish he was dead.
All hands on deck
And as he chants 
Red sky in the morning
Serves as warning
Red sky at night sailors delight
Her crimson lips parted
As she said,
"Evening red and morning gray, 
help the traveler on his way. 
Evening gray and morning red 
bring down my wrath upon his head".

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Tailored Dreams and Tattered Realities

In tailored suits that hug the form,
A businessman strides, exuding charm.
Briefcase in hand, he’s on his way,
Chasing the dawn of a brighter day.
Polished shoes click on the city’s grind,
With visions of fortune and power in mind.
He navigates crowds with purposeful grace,
While the world sees his polished face.
He buys a cup of coffee to wake him up,

But just a block down, in a world apart,
A homeless man sits with a weathered heart.
Tattered clothes drape his weary frame,
Invisible dreams wrapped in silent shame.
His eyes tell stories of battles fought,
Of lost opportunities, of hope for naught
On cardboard canvases, he sketches the sky,
Each faded star a whisper of why.
He steals a bottle of Vodka to warm him up

Yet as the businessman races toward the prize,
The homeless man watches with knowing eyes.
Two paths diverged in a city of light,
One chasing fortune, the other, the night.
In a world that prizes the polished and bright,
Both carry burdens, though hidden from sight.
For wealth and for want, they share the same street,
In the dance of existence, where heart beats
In the streets of the city where duality glared
Two strangers, same humanity shared.

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Trompe L'oiel


Trompe L'oeil
I use to be so sure of my colors
But now my vision is jaded
Perhaps it is obscured
from the THOUSANDS of tears I've shed

I taught you
the primary colors, RED, YELLOW, and BLUE
The shades of red are scarlet,
magenta, crimson, cerise, and claret
your favorite lipstick,
I will never forget
RED, the color of love 
of laughter,
and lust thereafter
an upturned smile, a glass of wine?
a touch of mine, or love divine.
Now RED envelops me,
with frustration and anger
splash of danger.
unspeakable disgust.

YELLOW, the scorching sun
pales in comparison
with your presence so indelible,
your mind impeccable.
YELLOW makes me think
of your frail lifeless body
as your last breath escaped.

BLUE is the hue
of countless summer skies, 
the bed where dreams are made of 
shining stars lie
the beach waves, the ocean tide
you were by my side
Now BLUE, the flame
runs through my veins
hottest temperature a fire could be
unceasing storm, inside of me.

GREEN the color of the grass,
illuminated by the morning dew
path of trees, 
just you and 
right or left?
Did it matter? we're together.
GREEN  eyes of the monster
committed theft
when he stole your bright todays
and hopeful tomorrows
 Is GREEN is the color of envy?
a side of you they paint,
your memory they taint.
To change the tint,
you put a little bit of that
and a little bit of black.

ORANGE the melting popsicle
cooled us in the heat
chubby cat, circles your feet
Now, molten lava
bursting in flames
warmed me with rage.

Can you paint intangible things, fractured views?
injustice, indifference?
What are their hues?
Is lack-luster a color?
What shades of blatant neglect?
unrequited love, of sheer regret?
The palette of the darkest hour,
Did it feel like forever?

Is taupe the backdrop?
For a system that's corrupt
Things staged,
relationships strained
Is ECRU, greener or paler?
than chamois or old ivory?
unbleached truth
distant memory.
Are rich colors purple, 
emerald or burgundy?
Not for you and me

BLACK scream sophistication
Now endless anticipation
black dress daunting
memory that is haunting
hole in the dark?
cry of a lark?

WHITE, an empty canvas
 lonely easel,  motionless brush
Hopefully the path you see
Wherever you are, there's me

I close my eyes and think of you
HUNDREDS of still photographs flash 
of sepia, pale blue
I pray you walk the road without shadows
a path made of rainbows
where birds sing you home 
you are not sad or alone.
As for me, I'll paint your memories
with MILLION shades of LOVE.

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Unscathed

Unscathed


I didn’t know 
I was coming apart at the seams 
Until i came undone
I didn't know my arms were mangled 
Until they fell off
I didn't know I was fragile 
Until I heard my heart break
I didn't know i wanted to cry 
Until tears came flooding
I didn't know was going too fast
Until I crashed
I didn’t know my world is shattering 
Until it came clashing down
I didn’t know i was falling into pieces
Until I i steppd on my broken parts
I didn’t feel a snag
Until I got completed entangled
Filament by filament
By the threads of my unkowing
I didn’t see my vision was obscured 
Until it was completely distorted
I didn’t know I was lost 
Until I was found
Sobering thoughts
Unprecedented moments
I didn’t know I had a gaping wound 
Until I  bled out
I didn’t know someone loved me
Until I lost him.

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Where We Stand

Where do we Stand?

Losing ourselves
It's not a point
An arrival 
A destination
A departure
A beginning
A never ending
An end
a time to mend

In the groundlessness
We’re standing
 Where we stand
Ground shaking,
Earth shattering
You and me til the end.

Its true
Unshakable
Others will not complete us
It's you who I trust
They will not save me
Here I am 
Exposing all my wounds
The lost fragments of my bones
Our raw hearts beating still
Share shameful secrets If you will

Drop the mask
And all pretenses
Expose the unprotected
The gilded and the jaded
Risk being rejected
Ridiculed and shamed
But I’m not forever maimed
My arms are here to hold you

We are loved for who we are
We stand where we stand
Ground shaking
Earth shattering
You and me til the end.

The coming alive 
before we die
It might take a lifetime
 to discover
It might take a long time 
to recover
It is a rare happenstance 
That the one 
you always longed for
Is the one who ached for you.

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Where Lost Souls Meet

Where Lost Souls Meet

Pose for the scene,
A star shines bright,
Living the dream.
Glistening skin,
Heart full of fire,
Chasing the spotlight,
Rising higher and higher
Stiletto heels on a Friday night,
Prowling the city, bathed in bright light.
The world at her feet,
The LA streets
Where lost souls meet,
Filtered skies frame her glamorous life,
But down on the streets, there’s a different strife.
Chasing dragons 
Flying higher and higher
Hope escapes with each fading sun,
A homeless heart, no place to run.
Reluctant dreams in oversized clothes,
A weary soul where no warmth ever flows.
Stars rising high, yet some never soar,
Falling apart, feeling less than before.

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Raven and Wren

RAVEN AND WREN

As the world wakes up
To the sun’s gentle rays of light
Frozen memories melt and flow 
Penetrate but do not satiate
Moments of insipid sight
A scenery of incessant delight
As the raven chases the wren
Back to where it all began
With her faint song lulling
Pain starts dulling

A moment’s purity etched
As rain drizzled,
Delicate droplets fall
From faded denim skies
And the morning dew
Creates pigments of possibilities
But obscures her view
Morning whispers are hushed
Ever so fleeting yet captivating

As the gentle breeze whispers 
Her secrets to the naked trees
The cold mist evaporate
Into the dark it dissipates
Blowing kisses in the air
Feel the wind in her hair
Echoes of a rose’s gentle trace
Drown in timeless space
In the calm of her strife
The moon’s beam scorches

Autumn’s tinted kiss fades
Silent gaze
Heart ablaze
A story remotely told
When time bends
Lion-licked wounds open
Defies all confines
Clandestine lovers
Air-tight kisses
Fan heart’s desires
Confronted dilemmas
Like fever it breaks

Raven and wren
You’ll learn by then
Dripped in longing
Gripped by foreboding 
Air thick with anticipation
Hands outstretched 
Quivering in trepidation
In a collective sense 
Redolent of incense
Cigarette veils curling in the air
Cloud her judgment and leaves
Bittersweet residue in her hair
Like the most innocuous set of white lies
Yield unberable suffocating goodbyes


Hidden stairways,
Cedar-lined butler spaces,
Sliding bookshelves,
All unveil ghostly stories 
Reminiscent of a lover’s past
Umami-textured taste 
left cotton-mouth furriness
on their tongues
Charcoal charred
Love unmarred
Fermented and shunned
Raven and wren
'Til they meet again.

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Shatterer of Worlds

Shatterer of Worlds



Good morning saboteur of words
What is it today, what is it today now?
Fatman or little boy?
Bubble girl and Busy lobster
Seems so distant now
lead us all astray somehow
It sounds shielded and protected
Cluster pearl, hawk and chase
Doesn’t sound nearly as destructive

Author of code names
What’s it  gonna be 
what’s it gonna be now?
Am I divine strake 
Would my life will be at stake 
Experiment canceled
Who could forget about the trinity test?
The life you’ve messed
Of course they’re not planned

Caused disarray come what may
Are they randomly chosen?
Who’s heart will be broken?
How I've held onto somehow
Doesn’t it surprise you now?


Goodnight shatterer of worlds
This might sound absurd
Who’s it gonna be, who’s it gonna be now?
It won’t be me again
I made that clear in the end.
Picking up the pieces that you’ve left
Put my bullet vest
To the test 
If I see you
Iron-clad this time,
I'm brand new.

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Scorched and Singed

Yesterday
 I cried  my heart out
For I wept tears of glass
To lay a path for you to walk on
Barefoot on the hot pavement
naked as I bleed
In the hopes that you won’t taste my fear
Teeming with anger and hatred
As I stood with a clenched fist.
hot coals in my palm 
Ready to unfurl
Shoulders hunched, grasping at embers.  
My hands exposed me.


Today
I write with the temperament
Of a subdued bull
As you taunt and prod 
Waiting for me to charge
my heart aflame like molten lava
My eyes burning with fire
Shooting darts of laser beams
My lips are parted 
but no words escaped
My voice betrayed me.


Tomorrow
I will walk in splendor 
Of a thousand suns
Simultaneously rising
In dazzling radiance
I will set the heavens ablaze
And you will be drawn
Just like a moth to a flame
Not looking back, not asking why
Your eyes deceived you
For my heat no longer warms
Instead it burns
Not the kind that cauterizes and effaces
But the one that engulfs and consumes
Like butter on blow torch
Your perception beguiled you

For I am Venus
As you watch me lay motionless
you wonder what goes up and down
but does not move? My temperature.
As I bask in my ring of fire
Feel my scorching heat
As I exact my revenge
and singe your wings of desire
It is too late,
I show no mercy 
As my soul deserted me.