its always darkest before the dawn...

to the boys and the men

To that man who grunted words,

Inciting fear and retreats

You poured out the shadows

Leading the storm in

To the fool who licked his lip,

You ran shivers through the ground

And made culprits out of victims

Leaving bitter diamonds behind

To the brother who covers,

You will always be the hero

Standing tall in the light

Bringing hope back

To the men who injured,

You tug then push away

Chain together but carry the knife

Easily cut away the past

To the boy with soft smiles ,

You melt hearts with that gaze

Awaking the pit of the gut

Your rejection was the sweetest

To men in my life,

In and out and all around

Thanks for the scars

Thanks for the bruises

Thanks for the band-aids

And the candy—

but now flowers.

viejo

captured

Dance in the night with simple steps

One forward, three back

Every motion is eternal, extending into the shadow

One dim candle brings reality forward

As the lead carries the dagger

But there is comfort in those arms

Poison purely sweet to the weakest

Spin until direction fades in the hour

And clarity crumbles in the minutes

But soon float back to the wall

Swing around and find the chains

Pull away and seem forgotten

Cling on too tight and enter the struggle

One step melts into the ground

Chaos without the beat collapses

Then only the light remains

taken care of

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These scars on my hands

 Are beauty marks

These scars on my hands

Are signs of a struggle

These scars on my hands

Are  survival

And relief

See how beautiful

In the sunlight

I shall not hide them 

praying

Looking up to the sky

A soft embrace took place

Between hope and fear

The cold tears of the night

Shed the truth out of mind

A refuge built on memories

That once sought paradise

Now find reality a home

Cool taps on the brain

Brought relief with a sigh

With eyes closed

To the streaming storm

every teardrop is a waterfall...

thinking...

today i normally go to a school to work with a pre-k class.  i really love all the kids there but one little boy has specially captured my heart.  its probably because i understand his quite and shy nature since i was like that when i was little.  i wrote this thinking of him and all the other wonderful little kids.

Lovely boy,

Running free and smiling

Don’t let them poison you

Because they will try

Feed you sweet dreams

Make you think it’s all good news

But those are only pretty images

You will be lost within their walls

Don’t let them make you hate

Then mean are cruel

But there is good,

Look up and you’ll find it

Deep inside their eyes

Don’t let it die,

It lies inside

Don’t let fear takeover

Just because everyone is insecure

Walking on eggshells

You must be courageous

And live beautiful boy. 

verso la notte

i am a night person: i love the silence and mystery its filled with.  but most of all, i love the moon. 

Run away today

With no map at hand

Your eyes will be the guide

Follow the moon

Never turn back

Carry the night away

The wind’s whispers haunt

Be brave

Defy the path

Soak in the white light

And the coolness sets in

With fireflies nearby

Follow the moon

Don’t be afraid

Just for tonight

flight

encounters

this is about someone, but it could be about anyone.  we all have run in's with people that seem to break the transit of what is 'normal'. also this person will probably never read it...

silence is the language
we interpret from experience
eyes transpire a secret
our solid understanding
locking down a thousand words

lets cradle the past
between sweet embraces
hope to no longer foster that hope
that keeps us chained
and dragging each other along

but since the origin
the seed was planted
an idea that never followed through
now it lingers between soft smiles
between vacant spaces
as our eyes meet again

sticks and stones may break my bones...

Let's face it, words can hurt.  This is about the 'image' that is constantly pushed on us.

Words

verdicts upon release

suspended eternally in the air

hanging over you

voices that whisper

and let you believe

those golden tokens

will keep you going

Words

created the lie

that shed away in the light

as the ink that outlined the face

runs down

and the pallid colors

melt away

revealing a true blush

as beauty beaten on face

never lasts

Words

passages that lead the way

take them and create

or

break them and emerge