In Memorium

In Memorium

Only the strong survive
you seemed more like a
cat with nine lives

I sense your passing
the dull in your swim
the dimming of green

but watching you
left me serene
and at peace

Neruda, the poet fish
Lived a solitary life
Inspiring poetry

Putting me in a trance
found a way to make
words dance

Surviving the passing
of your tank mates
Eating timidly
Appetite light

Great listener
looked me in the eyes
and mouth a meaningful
reply, always an ally

Your spirit of strength
lives
my fish baby
leaving a beautiful
legacy to carry on.

Connected

Connected

Love is temporary
leaving you
with bittersweet
memories.

A taste
of what
forever
means

Keep you
in the album
of great lessons
learned

like
the sanctity of
sharing bodies

how it feels
when souls
intertwine

the comfort
of being loved
all the time

we danced
without music
following
the rhythm
of our hearts

decorating an
over sized Christmas
tree with an abundance
of ornaments we would
only see.

how to be bold
in believing
in your dreams

what it feels
like to have
unwavering support

And that fate
cuts the ties
unraveling destiny
mistakes to
not be repeated
when I see you
next lifetime.

Gone

Gone

Once a solitary Sanctuary 

My own space

Place

And escape from

The world,

Became what I dreaded

Most. 

Alone alone alone 

In my own splendor 

A haven of laughter and friends 

Free

To do what I pleased

No one needing from me. 

Independent to a fault. 

But hearts get lonely 

And search. 

Warming up

At the glimpse

Of a new face

Opening the door 

To a new version 

Of home. 

Welcoming kisses

In bed warm

With the one 

You adore. 

Playing house 

And the idea of

What it’s like to be 

A spouse. 

Making dinner

And baked goods

The secret ingredient 

Was always 

love.

Dreaming 

Creating fantasies 

Of what we hoped

Would one day become reality.

But we were 

Struggles and hard times

Casualties 

Using every

Quarter 

Nickel

Penny

Dime

Thinking of get rich 

Quick schemes. 

Thinking creative 

To survive a

Scarcity 

Of money.

a prison made

Of insecurities 

And hauntings

Of romances past

Yells Reverberating 

Off the walls. 

Saturated with screams

Succumbing To

the worst version 

Of selves,

Picture perfect 

Is never what it seems.

Wanting to runaway 

Fearing 

Foreseeing 

The fork in the road way

Divided 

Left like

The summer wind. 

The phantom of memory 

Now a permanent resident.

Purging 

Us 

From our 

Humble abode. 

Only choice 

To leave

And close 

The door

With no return. 

Amy Amy Amy

Amy Amy Amy

No you weren’t good
You are the best.
In trouble
But you weren’t the type
To be saved.

Voice echoing
The irrevocable
highs
And
Lows.
voice
Paints with
Every emotion’s
Color.
Your music
the soundtrack
To each of my
Heart
Breaks.

I always
Find myself
Waking up alone,
Suffering the abuse
From alcohol.
Searching for
The elusive he.
He that can hold us
He that is
stronger than us
that Will love us
tomorrow
And after that.
He that will bond
An everlasting we.
I want to know him
And what it’s like
To love him.

I knew once
What it’s like to
Love from the soul
And what it felt
Like to have your heart
stole
the lesson learned is
Tears dry on their own,
With most men
It’s best to
Just be friends.

Because
Love Is a losing game
And each battle
I’ve lost.
Still hoping
To one day
Win the war.

Your songs
Nectar for my soul
Endless repetition of your
tracks
Although you faded to black
Amy, I just want you back

Sick

Sick

Doctor delivered

The diagnosis

A cliché case

Of unrequited

Love to the poet

Doctor described

The disease.  Your

Heart was stretched

Broken, now Jackson

Pollock red

Strings

plucked

One

By

One

Body shakes in waves

Cycle of anger, sadness,

and longing. Jealous

Thoughts will eat

Away at your brain

She prescribed

Reading and

Writing poetry

Every single

Day

Reading Neruda’s

Poem 19, weeping

To words so bittersweet

He understood her

Sorrow and pain

He wrote, love is

Short but forgetting

Happens maybe

The next

tomorrow

Her heart cried

Tears, she didn’t

Know she had.

Alone, she fell

alone

Beating butterflies

Now  Decrepit Upside

down,  but still she

yearned

and yearned

she saw him everywhere

even in a stranger’s

stare, her greatest

source of inspiration

yet

spoke in poetic

verse to be understood,

she never knew

how strong mind body

soul could connect

But alone

She fell

Alone

He left a footprint

In her soul

She hoped the

Cosmos would hear

her cries, mutual

Love would be

The reply

But she couldn’t

Wait Participate in the

Sweet torture

Agony anymore

She now ignored

She followed the

Poetic prescription

Heal from the description

but she will always love

Him till her end.