I Unravel

Unspoken syllables 
Choreograph into 
Sensations of motion 
Flowing like skein
Against mind discretions
Like a gypsy child 
Caught in bohemian haze 
Traversing amorphous 
I unravel 
To balance the grammar 
Airbrush the words
Scintillate the air

I let my poetry nourish me. 

Underneath The Skin

Black, white, colored;

Underneath the skin

The same red.

I Am A Verb

I am a verb ;

I work through my

Solitude .

PTSD

Personal anguish transforms synapses disproportionately

Painful trauma swipes discriminately

Pushing to self destruction.

Pain takes a swing at distress.

Post trauma seeks emotional discipline.

Human Rights

Human rights humans are never right .

An experiment with minimalism in haiku.

#monoku

Not Quite Haiku

My every thought

Becomes a poem ;

The many ways

My ink flows.

Racial Slur

Racial slur ;

Fragile words

Fragile ego .

I Am A Dreamer

I am a dreamer-
Floating in the celestial 
Between your world and mine:
Only to return to poetry 

We meet on the notes of a violin 
In the sepia of memory 
Where the ink washes out my tears;

In the fragility 
Of my breath 
Your fragrant laughter rakes my navel 
Fleeting in the drifting daylight 

Catching my eye, a golden shimmering rhythm spinning with a dream 

We create syllables 
In the hues of blossoms 
Trace of the nib
On virgin white
The color of my verse
In the rush of our touch .

Picture Perfect

My iCloud~~
A silver lining 
In every photograph.

Sunset At Sea

Flaming amber
Immersed in his reflection-
The sun.
Sea-washed;
A flickering skyline 
Filled with charcoal clouds blooming with aurum scents:
A world of gold 
In every drop of sea 
Sun rays drip
Copper shadows 
Into the dying light:
Incandescent 

Sea sunset~
The night starts 
In a blaze.