The Ring

Sometimes
I don’t know
what to write

words have curled
away
in fright
because
they
must
fight
pen testing
their might.

when it’s a
draw,
wounds
open
raw
signs of the unexpressed
reminders of life’s
see saws.

or a lose lose
both walking away
saddened
and bruised
sitting on a corner
drinking some booze.

Words will win
the pen finds ways
to spin
tattooing them
to the paper’s skin.

Rendir

Voz de canción

camisa blanca

cuerpo,  perfección

 

Sudor se besa

calor baila en

aire

 

Comienza a surgir

nuestro ritmo

divino

 

mirada intensa

expresión pura,  poesía de

movimiento

 

 

Dulce recuerdo de

un encuentro con un

maestro

Third Eye

Silence is what I need

Connected to inner light

Solitude retreat

Tuesday

We are a force

Magnetic pull

between us

Driving towards my heart

 

 

Give inspiration

Depths of imagination

Write and share it out

 

 

Slowly covering

reflection

skewed perception

Shadows chasing me

Tuesday

Daily work day grind

Rapid delirium flow

Not enough living

 

 

 

My beloved plant

Sprouted deliberate roots

– apartment

Love corner position

 

 

 

Grass is greener, always

Open top balcony view

Sky lights not enough