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.

Denver at Sunset over a Sunflower filled yard (July 2014)

Denver at sunset .. You inspire me..as in you fill my being with hope..you live eloquently in the transitions, radiating your hues of golden wonder and promise. You inspire me because you live daringly and gracefully in the uncertainty between day and night. You give me the promise that true beauty is in transformation and instability..that this is where we find our power, that this is where we encounter our truth.

RYLYD (July 2014) Ode to my favorite couple..if only we all could be so lucky in life:)

Fate tested their meeting

Uniting them over pulsations of music

Their lips first touched overlooking an electrifying sunset

Gradually the threads of their souls unraveled

Twisting and fusing together into a perfect jigsaw

Of shared ideas, memories and philosophies of existence

Eyes open, palms together, gently cascading through life

Their love traveles the world

Their story, limitless by the constraints of measurement

“He can’t see the stars”- she says

So she leads him delicately through the darkness of night.

Providing a vision that is deeper and more meaningful than sight could ever be.

Thus the stars gaze to them to illuminate the night sky.

“She doesn’t know her own power, “ he thinks.

So he serves as her guide, influencing her through times of uncertainty

In that way she becomes more powerful and brilliant than she ever could alone.

Even the sun begins to envy the splendor they create.

And this will be their story, throughout the time they design, as they dance to music, embrace under sunsets, explore and discover, be visionaries for one another, side by side, sensing it all as their hearts open to the discovery

of a secret only a few share-

and fewer have the luxury of tasting-

The definition of what bliss truly signifies.

Los Gemelos (August 2014)

Lo que aprendí de ti es que el dia toma y el dia da 
A veces nos da un sol brillante
Lleno de curiosidad que explota con cada mirada hacia arriba 
A veces sentimos su amor 
Tan radiante
Tan sencillo y complejo a la vez 
El cual nos déjà en la dicha del presente
En la sensación de vivir sin pretexto
Pero
El dia también es maestro en el acto de tomar
A veces lo hace en una manera inocente
Como si fuera un niño dormido con pestañas pesadas
Sin ruido, Sin culpabilidad
Agarra la inocencia con un desesperación inconsolable
y hace correr lagrimas saladas desde la fuente del alma

Lo que aprendí de ti es que el día y tu son gemelos
Viene de la misma semilla
y para ti es tan fácil dar y tomar como si no hubiera diferencia entre los dos

The Twins
What I learned from you is that the day takes and the day gives
Sometimes it gives a sun that shines brightly 
Full of curiosity that explodes with each glance upwards
Sometimes we feel it's love 
Radiante
Simple and complicated at the same time 
That which leaves us in the bliss of the present 
The sensation to live without excuses 
But 
The day is also the master of taking 
Sometimes in an innocent manner 
Like it was a sleeping child with heavy eyelashes 
Without sound, Without guilt 
it makes us cry salty tears from the fountain of our soul 

What I learned from you is that you and the day are twins 
You come from the same seed 
and for you it is just as easy to give 
as it is to take 
like there doesn't exist a difference between the two

Bystander watching Tango (Written Feb 2014)

Spectating the sly movements,
Sexual in essence
You filtered in and out of my taste
I watched the dance of our life
Knew that if we met for a moment
on that floor
It would be forever, eternal
Undeniable
The love that we would always share
Quick flick of the wrist
Smooth shuffle of the feet
Even though I am a bystander
This dance
It surrounds and encapsulates us all
I am deeply sorrowed
That you did not accept the invitation
To this rite of passage
To glide across that smooth wooden floor
What we would have been
Instead
I am
Lost in the movements, of the dance we never
Shared 

Shoulders that Embrace (Written June 2014)

The Smell of you as the sunlight
casts incandescent streaks of newness that only morning promises

I drink the aroma with an honesty
that one forgets they have, the variety
which hides underneath
the tricks we play with our own memories
and accounts of life------

Filed------According to what makes
more sense
Indeed....in your shoulders that embrace
I managed to escape this organized chaos

For a moment

Forthcoming, blunt, communicative sincerity of physicality was
carried by your fragrance

Breathe in, Breathe out
a ray of yellow-gold over your sun kissed eyelids

One could have sipped that allure
Endlessly...................

Despite that we all aren't of the breed
who make morning streaks of dawn
our dreamcatcher

I whispered in your sleeping ear

Not to worry

In that fleeting instant of effortless stillness and a grace

which broke truths

I captured dreams
for the both of us

Feathers of Humanity (Written May 2014) -HPP inspired

From strength and wholeness chimes inner happiness
A tune as brilliant as the Sunrise in January
--Crisp and elated with a chilling grace
Bowing in complete imperfection of perfection we rise to the poetic
rhythm of our heartbeat

Can you feel it?

Place your palm across your soul chamber which pumps piercing beats of creation
Together we travel the journey to wholeness ... As one hand-holding entity
We surrender into vulnerability
and
encounter
our
collective
resilience. 

Snow in May ( Written May 2014)

Ice cold you creep
hiding, escondido behind the sky's eyelids
gazing upward in life
counseling the temperature of your ambiance

Defying the eternal clock of seasons,
you pour wintry elation of gray
How can one express?- Your unwarranted quality crisply-cuts
Springs aesthetic grace?

I almost embraced the brisk message of incessant variety, my arms outstretched
fingertips extended as a symbolic gesture of an opened heart

Passionless you assault flowers,
hopelessly touching tree limbs
devastation is your footprint

Snow in May I almost attempted a love affair with your arrival

Almost. 

Chains (Written Feb/2014)

Chained to Ideas
We Forget
The Law of Water:
Circulate, Pour, Drip or Trickle Into
The Changes of Life
Be Not Stagnant for That Which
Constrains you Dually Can Untie
If You Sink Deeply Into the Vulnerability Of Questioning
You Too Can Emerge From The Stillness
Into The Spring of Your HeartBeat