Poems and Haikus

A poet builds worlds,

I should be asleep but this deafening silence and your wordless reproach have me hammering through possibilities, none good.

Until the universe fits inside your arms, don’t hold back — not a word, not a song, not a single smile turned from the heart.

He won’t escape

They catch each drop

All the words are already taken up Meaning has lost all meaning Only an explosion of being can save me now

Sitting by seaside I’m wondering what happened The life that was, the days that were. I remember being in love with one, madly so I…

She was like a memory just clear enough to recall but too foggy to make out. Like a fever dream on a hot summer night. A shadow that kept…

A poem that speaks the truth about the world that we live in. A world were dissent is suppressed and propaganda fills the echo chambers.

I woke up under your skin again;  To eyelashes grazing on high Cheekbones, soft as Harlequin blooms Wet with morning dew, As the sun flew…

I can hear it again That sound of heartbreak in the middle of the night I can feel it again That feeling of betrayal

Is it true that rose quartz will help our prayers reach the ones we love? I don’t know but what else can I do? So I place it in my palm…

You smelled of sick sweet cigarettes,

There is a symphony  soaring softly, awoken at the beginning of it all, when everything  was waiting for you

Honey I’m sorry I look away when opportunity looks  like you: Cherry ripe as the full moon, but I’m waning

You know how it is…

On the first day of the year My cycle had a flat tire.

The void has a way, of leading you astray, and taking you away, to doomsday’s play.

What makes you smile like a child?

To love is a noble endeavor. To attempt to love is something quite brave.

intergalactic waves of passion

A record of a moment six years ago

The foamy crash of surf on sand is the soundtrack of my childhood.

I am love.

Far from here Where I hate you and you hate me There is a world where we love Not any other kind but The one where I wish to see you each…

…an old pair of comfortable sandals, where the sole is sunken and the straps holding your feet in place are torn and battered beyond…

I was an Eddy Sending ripples far and wide Ebbing back into my core unawares