Old Friend

Clouds rolled in mocking my presence.
Hiding your lovely face
Its luminescence
Haunting my dreams
To obsession. 

You said,
“You can love me,
But I belong to no one.
If you worship me
I will hate you
Don’t put me in a place
Where only seclusion
Would be my name.”

“I know,” I whispered. 
“I apologize.
Couldn’t help myself
It’s been so long.”

“I know too,” she said.
Our worth is found here
In this moment.
Clouds, roll away some
Let me see my friend.

See,
Not so bad.”

(3) frame multiple exposures in-camera

Don't Let Me Sleep

Yesterday, I told you “I love you”
How much you’ve brought meaning
Into my life.

As I drew away from your lips
A momentary glitch in time
Spoke in my ear
“We will see, we will see”

Floating backwards
I asked, “what do you mean?”
You simply looked at me.
Perplexed.
Having said nothing.

Calling to you
Mouth all agape
No words would come out.
Fighting the backwards movement,
My legs lost all strength.
Darkness encompassed me.

In a room, in a house
Not ours
Whose house?
A lone child, in a cold bed.
Are you ok? Are you ok?

Are you ok?
I tried to comfort this child.
She said she didn’t know me.
I turned to you.
Are you ok? Are we ok?
What does this mean?

Yours eyes,
Yours eyes,
They were speaking something to me.
Softly.

But what?
What were you saying.
Floating backwards again.
NO!
Wait!
What are you saying?!

Darkness encompassed me.
And I was awakened.


yeah…I dream some weird dreams

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Self Portrait

It was a day like every other day.
Looking for value in hidden places.
Ignoring it under my feet.
Like the husband who looks in the refrigerator.
And says “there’s nothing to eat.”
While the feast drowns him.

Sometimes, it takes a wife, to make a man see what is right in front of him.
Sometimes, a man needs a wife, to become whole.
That’s the entirety of it.
Unless of course.
He refuses to open his eyes.
Prideful, his eyelids will be burnt when he welds them shut.
Opening them will be extremely painful. Doable, but painful.

Imperfection dwells in all life.
The greatest deeds we can achieve,
Are to practice patience,
Understanding, kindness.

Tina was wrong.
Love is not a second hand emotion.
It is the most difficult, disciplined action
Any human can practice.

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Strays

We are animals
We are not animals
Instinct in our blood
Reason in our minds

The night was long
Its cold walls
Falling on us
Like castles besieged

We flew through the towers
Picking up willing strays along the way

We were all strays
Looking to be led
Looking for strength
Hanging on to the sinew of words
That gave us wings

With such intense velocity
Tears escaped our eyes
Blowing off into infinity
Creating clouds of hope

Slowly
As dawn approached
We strays found our homes
Our place of belonging

We are animals
We are not animals

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