Part Me

I find him inside my poem
the male version of me.

A Torn One Liner

Life worn fate torn anguish erupts across the framework of my mind.

Luminescent

my quill has my heartbeat 
it’s where I like it best 
wrapping me in verb 
in rhyme 
in rhythm 
music tangling my hair 
so I breathe my song 
an endless breathing 
making the magic real 
my breath 
luminescent.

Always

You are always in every nook and corner of my mind 
you are my sight and sound for all I care I could go deaf and blind. 

In all of my sleeping, waking moments I hope to find
to have and to hold an eternity of you defined 

I feel reborn as I soak in the sparkle of your hazel eyes
letting me carry stars that explode from your hand as you write 

I want to feel the warmth of your shoulder against my head 
hear the whisper of your melodious breath 

The essence of me is your quintessence that you bequeath 
that’s the reason I feel complete. 

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

Mirror mirror on the wall
Do not let me take the fall 
I have fallen too many times
Even tho I have not committed crimes 
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me I am the bravest of them all 
I pick myself up and then walk tall
Mirror, you have seen me crack many a time 
You have shown me not to be a paradigm 
Not to give in to anyone’s norms or whims 
Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Can you see inside my soul at all 
It’s not my appearance that makes me whole 
It’s my demeanour that will unfold 
I can always show you my true self 
Be myself , have my fears dispelled 
Go out into the judging world 
and proud of the values I hold. 

Lustrous, Shining

Lustrous
iridescent 
a burst of lightening bugs
lacquer the velveteen ebon
luminescing a night that could never be dark 
gleaming bioluminescent 
in a world of darkness 
cruising lucent
lustrous 

shining 
tiny flashlights 
in the nocturnal air 
blurring into iridescence 
it’s like the sky has fallen with its stars 
to light up inky blackness, like 
far off constellations 
of blinking stars 
shining.


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Out On A Limb

out on a limb-
when the going gets tough 
the tough break a leg 

Aurora

aurora;
on my lit page 
shimmer of words 

Time’s Narrative

mapping of time
between glass walls 
weaving 
ticking 
soundless 
a timer without lights
mud trail
in an hourglass 
sandstorm in the breath
of Apache Plume
a greater roadrunner coo coos 
in the mesquite 
I follow 
the graffiti 
of time 
unfolding 
grain by grain
I let go 

April

This April day is warm and sweet 
The sun on every tree does beat.

Feathered wings fly rhythm of waltz 
Sunlight free falls azure vaults.

The air shimmers liquid spun 
Splashing tangerine aurum sun.

I inhale an eternal summer
To bleed out sky’s aquamarine color.

April smiles at me from her bowers
Her smile drips of fragrant flowers.

She smiles at me from her leas 
A taste of nectar from the bees.

She smiles at me from gurgling brooks 
I drown in the sound the water evokes.

Her smile is covered in sunshine
Lingering, lyrical and pristine. 

April brings laughter and freedom 
Her gentle odes of dreams and wisdom.