this me then, this is me now

this me then, this is me now
if I can only pin point how
I'd stop this rambling to pour out of my brain
the hurricane of memories that are driving me insane
I'm not who I was nor who I'd rather be
scattered in "post its" to aknowledge me
an eager busy bee
honey making slave
for flies to freely take
the best is yet to save
I'm now awake ...I'm now awake
to finally live truely me...

mind marathon

...from point of opening eyelids...to teath brushing process
aaaahhhh

the empty pilgrimage

walking miles & miles
kicking the soft grains of sand
to watch in awe the acclaimed latin/arab mix product of dance & vocal talent....among others
after long hours of waiting & sweating & suffering the ugly faces of human greed & lack of concern for their fellowship.
we stand ...we hold our breath..we prepare to be amazed....
she appears..
she pops..she drops
she moans & groans
laughs & cries
she shakes & rattle..almost roll
she pouts
she hollars
she disapears
& we clap so strongly
& we thank her humbleness
and we condolence ourselves that it was an experience
although not as enriching as we had hoped but ....
"I" in my own humble ego...know in any life time passed or future...
would have been that good.

salsa girl

Whispers in the powder room

I heard her say your name
A secret she could not tame

Stealing sideway glances
Innocent shades to hide guilty eyes

Playing scenes of sweet surprise

Have you not heard
her tapping step
wishes to dance in your unmade bed

delicious forbidden fruit
to cast away after one bite

just to prove she knows how to chew
& can a man not enjoy her view

unpainted nails
ready to scratch away

hiding traces of blood
with her light scented perfume

she whispers to me betrayal in the powder room

old new resolution

time to stop being a martyr...
a role well played never landing an oscar...
just an empty bedside & a table for one..
too many bruises ...left feeling numb...
small escapes turning into a big relief ...
a resolution of the worst kind...
being tired of being human...
this wisdom ...resolving into silence...
what is there to say that could cause change?
& what is needless to say is what is yet to be forsaken?

the worrier shall rest the sword

the beast within is taking over....

unheared notes

Thoughts unspoke of private identity

the misplaced "I" in the caos of daily nonsense

looking at the "me" through the keyhole of the world...

small things are more scary than big things....sometimes

BOOOO