Category Deep Poems
Looking to a ceiling I wonder to my world,
Is it wrong to open my legs for him,
Take him into me and open to moral fear,
I close my eyes in haste for the answer,
Talk not of I lay with another man,
Consequence is ordered, for ecstasy and men.
Why do you have these second doubts?
Where do fears spring from?
Are they from the teachings of society?
Or is something genuine, trying to speak?
Has it always been like this in life?
Think back all to your youth, in class,
Perhaps the answers lay’s in the past.
this tropical complicity. Give me
a hundred names for snow,
Wagner,
Give me all the guilt
I never owned.
My sweat smells like Dachau,
even under Caribbean blooms, even
after I have thumbed it red. I wear
other cultures because mine is
who they were;
manifestations of the Creator,
tiny vessels of His presence
cultivated inside me,
within me,
conceived in my womb;
the fruits of me
nourished by
the fruit of me
before life
beyond my being
would become
their own
And they were
who they had become;
myself…my selves
fractions of me,
addends of we,
divided into wholes
You need a wake-up call
We should not sacrifice our privacy
in exchange for imaginary safety
It is just an excuse
to control, to abuse
Cameras in every street
check where and when we meet
I am a mime.
Burning fingers pressed
against frozen air.
Fingerprints engraved on the whirl
of wind that guards your heart,
hides your heart,
traps your heart in the eye
of the storm. Snatches
wisps of meaning
with intrusive fingers.
Promises bits of something better…
promises unfulfilled.
I draw closer.
Laughing, taunting, stealing
the breath from my lungs.
Worn lungs,
searching for air,
gasping for words,
for some part of myself
to launch into the wind
as if it could reach you.
whose rays caress your face.
I’m jealous of the stars
whose company keeps you safe.
I’m jealous of the rain
teardrops falling down
symbolizing my pain
wishing you were around.
You’re the poison running through my veins
You are the reason for all my pains
I have one taste and I just want more
I turn around and shut the door
It doesn’t matter who gets tricked
As long as you are my next fix!
Let me be the one to tell you that your health is no joke.
In the last ten years I had a marriage end in divorce.
Keeping my family together at any cost wasn’t something I could force.
In the last ten years I found a new love more than a few times at that.
I learned once again relationships can quickly go flat.
In the last ten years I lost my mother way too early.
Oh USA
What happened to you?
There was a time when you were an equivalent for freedom
Freedom to express whatever one believed
Showing respect for whatever one achieved.
By boat, by plane, or car taking route 66,
the land prospered due to a people’s mix.
It did not matter where one was born.
Now immigrants are greeted with shocking scorn,
tolerated to execute the dirty work in all visibility
but just not good enough to earn their legality.
Forgive me when lightning plays on the keys of your sorrow
and there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet.
Still, know that I am here when your inner light
of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat
and I will listen through your tears.
On those days when life feels like a flying bird,
do not feel sorry for reaching out
to enlightenment as your lover, please know,
that I understand your need.
There are miles of bedlam that I would love to turn into flowers
on those nights when your sea tumbles restlessly
and those dragons of madness make you burn
