Infinite Mind Spasms

Extirpate all colors that dim your heart.
Our primary life should not be the bleeding tint of hurt,
but a blush of warm chance with real people,
not the ones soaking in their shades of negative.
They will fade!

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Dear Friend

You are not hard to love;
you are easy to use,
because you give, and give
and give and they take.

Keep giving, and giving and giving.

But not to them, to you...again and again.

Monday, July 11, 2016


I went
beyond your pane
and walls. I slept
inside your mind,
your dream was wine,
red and sweet. Like me,
but spicy and rich;
a bitter twist. I love
sweeter than prunes;
darker than spells.
you went
beyond my wall. I let
you, while I slept.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Dickinson Sigh

where are the winds when i wish
they'd wisp me away,
where are the days,
without missing your face?

where are the minutes
where they are mere
'til I meet your heart?
where are the days
where we are not apart?

where are the cities,
I miss in between?
I have never seen you
when, you're not a man.

where is the day
we kneel and pray?
to love with truth
more than faith.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Mute Heart

When I follow my heart,
I lose the morning sunlight,
When I listen to my thoughts,
my ambition transpires,
like a fire that burns
endlessly with a spark,

When my soul speaks,
it is alone and free,
when my heart leads
it cries and bleeds.

My intuition blooms
like a virgin with faith,
a sanction of truth
only God can betray.

When the obvious writes
what the heart can't see,
open the ears of fright,
Let the mind speak.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Who says?

I don't need Michael Khor's handbags,
I don't want my hair done,
What I need is truth and love's
open arms of the world's good

I don't need diamonds for
my wedding hand, but
I need reality, not a playwright,
I want love at every sight.

I don't want cocoa skin
or the perfect man,
I need reciprocate love,
complimented trust.

Love has everything
to do with it.

Friday, April 15, 2016

To write

opens my heart,
awakens night from dreams
that numb my sleep.
to put my words on
a page that speaks of love,
of pain, silent screams.
locked fears, imprisoned
panes crack, then shatter
as my mind transcends, the
pen tells the truth.
the silent page awakes
and my heart can sleep.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Water god

Unlike the inhumane,
she gives nor takes away,
she is just,
a lesbian friend.

She washes away fears
with replacement of peace,
she accepts your tears
as a masterpiece.

Unlike the inhumane,
her heart is pure,
she is the ocean,
a perfect girl.