floored.

it wasn’t the first time

i got lost in her hair

but the wind paused

and the sky looked over

this time

looked over me to see

if i was doing fine

and i told him

i didn’t even see him

walking through the door

i never felt him

putting his foot down

on my carpeted floor

and no it’s not that

i don’t love him as much

as i did before

it’s just that my

existence was clouded by

her hair and i couldn’t help

but want more.

How to write

you ask
how I write poetry.

those words that
rhyme together in an
unusual way that
stays, with you
and the ones getting
wet in their rain.

there’s no secret, darling.

these words
and their poetry that
you claim to see
is not even real.

the only poetry
I believe
I ever saw was in
your wild hair, hypnotizing
its audience in the
wild wind ampitheatre
and in your
eyes, when you look
at me, and

smile.

Railroad blues

what’s the railroad to me?
you ask

I never go to see
where it ends.
where it takes all the
wanderers

on what corners does
it bend?

from all I know
and from what the
greats say
you find out
as you walk along
the way

it’s not the end
it’s right now, the wind
that’s blowing
I love it enough
to bear

with the not knowing.

Thunderstorm

rain used
to be
just tear drops.

until one day
wind, with his
alacrity
came along
and told her

that together
They could be

thunderstorm.

Up and up

the fountain swirls
in unison
to the music
and wind.

what a sight.

the water
rises up
just to fall
back down
again.

is this why
we stand
up?

is this why
we
live and
love?

just to
fall flat on
our faces,
desperate to catch
the long gone
breath

and disappear.

or
maybe
the water
falls down
just to rise back
up

Again.

Jealous

and the stars twinkled,
the moon stared,
the breeze held its breath,
the whole earth stopped for a while.

as they all watched carefully
jealous of the way

she shone.

Sunset

She arrived.

a gusty wind
telling tales
of
far off.

secrets apart
for me,
page
after page.

and I could
not
help but be
mesmerized
in every human way possible.

when she was done
I arose, to set
the sun.

How lucky you are

You flirt with her hair,

You kiss her eyes,

You rest her soul as she adores the sky,

She’s so near,

and yet so far,

Oh nature, you have no idea how lucky you are.

A Hopeful Transition

Look out for the wind,

It may take you away,

Far away to a place,

With peaceful nights and days,

Where not only wounds,

But hearts are mended,

Where breath comes easy,

And no sleep is offended,

Where there’s no fight,

And guns aren’t loaded,

Where memories live on,

And they feel appreciated,

Look out for the wind,

It may take you away,

Far away to a place,

With peaceful nights and days…

The fear you have,

Hidden behind your eyes,

The worries of yours,

I can feel in your lies,

Those voices wake you up,

You can’t sleep still you try,

Always waiting for the sunshine,

That’s gone away from the skies,

The wind may come,

And bring it back,

The sunshine, the peace,

And other things you lack,

Look out for the wind,

It may take you away,

Far away to a place,

With peaceful nights and days…