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!

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 a Michael Khors handbag,
and 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 on
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 do need an act
of initiative love &
a compliment of trust.

Love has everything
to do with it.

Friday, April 15, 2016

To write

opens my heart,
awakes my hand 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.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016


I have admired the tree's sleep
and witnessed the season wake
with vivid blossoms and greens,
and all the while this love
remains in water, treading
to live apart, to stay above.

I touch my mother's death,
with daily heartache, a man's absence
of truth, to fall into a presence
of truth, God's essence.

I have merely a need
for the robe of faith,
maintenance of daily hope,
to feed my dreams, and
to eat from my fate.

I have only loved
what was granted from above,
I have lost nothing,
everything is enough.

I have no lock or key
Only a soul of scars
to keep others afar
from a healing heart.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016


One does not miss whom
is not loved; nor love
whom is not missed.
One does not want whom
does not feed their soul;
nor does the soul crave
what it does not want.
One will not give to
whom does not love
in return; and the return
of love is, Love.