Sixty



Sixty painful minutes
Afore shutdown
And I’m still scanning
The pages for your face;
Sixty useless sighs–
Sixty priceless smiles;
A few more seconds
To wander and to hope;
Though, it’s after five
In the morning
And you’re still a mirage
Far, far away.
I finally opt
To ride the waiting bus
And leave
The gaping presence
Of shame;
Then, I hear you
Screaming my name.

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Boomerang



I tell you that you aren’t worth the pain;
But then, I hear myself screaming your name–
My eyes scanning the crowd for your face.

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Collision



If you and I should,
Again, meet
In this trundling kaleidoscope
Of chaotic realms;
Then for the briefest of moments,
Pretend that you know me;
Smile a bit and greet me–
In that crucial millisecond
Of hurtful, unavoidable collision,
Let’s both hide the cracks
And permit the gaping universe
To continually believe
In frolicsome unicorns
And selfless, forever love–
Even when our hearts
Are already broken
And our souls bleed
Of that rancid bitterness,
Embodying quashed hope
And discarded dreams.

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Disconnect



The words
That you left unsaid,
Were the words
That I heard
From someone else;
I gave us a chance;
But, darling,
It was so out
Of my lil’ hands.

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Moving On



I’ve ceased
Writing your name
On transient clouds
That mar my face;
I’ve stopped
Reading your name
In every line
And empty space;
Tears have fallen
Like diluted drops
Of icicles and lace;
Your presence
Isn’t my crowning glory
Nor my saving grace.

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Love



Love doesn’t alter
What can never be changed;
Yet, it learns to pursue
What can be improved
And be at peace
With the shortcomings.

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Obsession



Beware of the heart
That screams, so boldly, of love;
For, affection doesn’t always equate
Into what it attempts to project;
Sometimes, it can be dormant evil
Sheathed with a concoction
Of desire and benevolence.

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Offertory



A mother offers her life
To her begotten child,
With naught else
But the recalcitrant faith
That someday, someway,
Every little implement
Will make perfect sense.

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