Humans of Denver

HUMANS OF DENVER

So many humans met along our cotapaxi journey
Souls shining brightly from all parts of our city
Carrying their life upon their backs with pride and stride

Today I met Steve, a Colorado Native
On a Saturday dedicating his time and mind
Protesting things that are unkind
Standing up for his beliefs
That we don't need a wider 170 highway
but rather we need a greener view

A government that supports their citizens
in health and wellbeing
in our parks and outside lands
and not policies and procedures
that pollute our naturaleza.

Thank you Steve for standing up for your choice and
using your voice, to stand up against highways expanding
and respecting your native beautiful land.

Humans of Denver. So much love and respect. 

Ser Fosforescente

No hay nada mas dichoso que despertar con alguien lindo

Por adentro y Por afuera
Tienes una energia delicada y fina
Espero que siempre recuerdes
que debes vivir en esa cadencia
como si fuera tu ultimo abrazo
como si fuera tu deber compartirlo con el mundo
la verdad que tienes
iluminará
el camino verdadero y sincero
gracias por recordarme
de la belleza que hay
mientras duerme el universo

One tear reminder

Standing on uncertainty
I attempt balance
"Can I catch myself in the fall?"

They say "the wound is the place where the light enters you"
They say it is from fragmented self that you find wholeness

Where are they now?

Kneeling on top of my perceived brokenness
my palms reaching in reverence

A silent prayer from within 

Can I find grace in the shattered illusions?

Can I still keep my heart in alignment?

Breathing through it, we surrender 

Emotions come and go, a fickle friend 

That serves as a reminder 

To pause and choose differently 

This time,  choice comes in the form of 
Tears composed of
Balance, Compassion, Clarity and Serenity
They trickle delicately from within.

And I know.. "They" were there all along...

Tumbling of your essence

In a temper tantrum I stomp on you. Each foot tap dances fort three times before there is satisfaction.
I chew on substance, masticating eery ounce of a sugary superficial cherry heart. The allure dissipates as I eject you from my month, emancipating false rubber truths.

I spin zigzags, scattering you in never-ending directions. Like rain on a windy day you are left confused.

Clean cotton towels-I double you lengthwise-two times and shove you into a drawer.
There you hide
In expectation
Giving company to unmatched socks...but I swear
Never again will we play the hide and seek you feign for

Modeling you in front of a mirror
I rip off your dimming yellow tone
Your transparent promises don't compliment my honest complexion
anymore

I despise you dry of ability
I scream - cleansing you from the inside-out
I hole punch you incomplete of my cravings
I cry acidity until you are saturated beyond survival

But...
......you are like a sliver embedded in my innermost intangible memories. Uninvited, your static personality tumbles in a continuous cycle behind eyes open....and

somehow
you
remain
engrained
in
every
fiber
of my
body

Una promesa tibia (August 25, 2014)

Cada Amanecer 

                Tiene Promesa 

                             Que Vive 

Entre

        La Luz y 

                        La Oscuridad 

Fresca Como 

              Tu Beso

Salada Como 

               Tu Mirada 

Simplemente Suave 

                Viene y 

Va 

Día tras Día 

Sin expectaciones 

Sin duda 

Sin Mirar Hacía el Futuro 

O el Pasado 

The Void of you

Living inside my mind
you sketch and etch
pathways of fictionality
that the void of you
created without permission
without my intuition
your memories cling like an addiction
despite or in spite of my dismissing

Living inside my mind
hop-scotch playing
giving power to
visions of this someone great
condition
you occupy
generating fuel for constant recognition
of the past
even though I crave eviction
from these paralyzing inner-workings
that I continually
use and abuse to analyze your former exhibition

Living inside my mind
immobilized on repeat without restriction
even though my present day situation
of transition
should grant me a fresh
disposition

Living inside my mind
I live silently
crippled by my own cognition
that who you are and who I believe you to be is a juxtaposition
and that the definition
of someone great
was just bullshit
that I chose to create

Living inside my mind
this nonfiction needs a new position
because I have made the decision
The void of you
The opposite of bliss
Is a self-generated cliff and
has nothing to do with you
and everything to do with me
And now with precision
I declare an intermission from this sabotaging prison


Living inside my mind

Windows Down (July 2014)

Wispy dandelion yards are the keyboard of your soul....
playing a melody that touches the diverse and varied that habitat in your glory. The clouds over this city are ours..How the sky can mirror so much splendor is beyond the fragments of my wildest dreams. Your mountains are what it looks like when the earth holds hands with the sky. 

In winter we flirted icily, In spring we had a rejuvenating fresh kissed breeze of infatuation..but in summer, oh in summer I fell victim to all of your reverence..Denver this is a daring love affair...paralyzingly delightful..

Denver.. Te amo. This much I know is true.