Hopscotch - 10/30

you tire me

and i play.

in your state of confusion

your mind games entangle me.

deception,

complex webs,

chaos surrounds.

i no longer wish to be apart of your past-time entertainment.

stop, go, skip, jump, turn, jump here, jump there

you control me.

make attempts of fabricating me into a little you

your life-sized doll

and

for too long i allowed you to succeed.

like a horse attached to its bridle

i moved, spoke, thought at your every command.

i was what you wanted me to be.

engulfed in all aspects of you

i lost sight of myself.

thoughts of me faded into your abyss

and i

stuttered into a dismal state of nothing-ness.

Haiku - 9/30

reaching for a touch

your spirit is a figment

in dreams you appear

Haiku - 8/30

today is your choice

now freedom or destruction

the future awaits

Stolen - 7/30

i have no feeling.

my tears are frozen

heart beats slow, heavy.

sitting, pondering, wondering

when will it be over?

when will this end?

incessantly being spoon-fed

bitterness,

your empty promises, and

pregnant lies,

i suffer.

spending energy and losing time

on useless efforts

trying to gain an understanding

on some common ground.

yet, only to lose my footing.

with each step forward you push me back

back

to the starting line

and away from you.

i once hoped for our starts to last forever

i once dreamed of never ending ends

i once yearned for our spirits constantly singing songs

but now this dance has been interrupted

halted, paused.

will this union be complete

or will your fear once again steal my rightful place and take its seat?

will you build more walls to keep me captured

knowing your lead is toward destruction?

or will you answer to the truth that knocks

pulls at heart strings?

Your answer is no for you fail to believe in us after all that's been done.

Haiku - 6/30

take my hand in yours

together we can be one

the future is ours

The Black House - 5/30

Peace and love personifies this dwelling

Allowing us to be arise to warm greetings,

Polite no's

Intoxicating yes's

Liberating I Love You's.

Peace treaty unnecessary because

Well wishes abound as

Fuzzy slippers march into love for breakfast

Mother father brother sister bow heads,

Spirits synced

Give thanks - thanks giving at all times

For even at adversity's door

There are songs of peace and light

Hymns of joy.

Contentment.

Freedom.

This family is free.

Touch - 4/30

Enter me.

Make me scream your name.

Breathe into me

And

Explore every facet of my hidden self

Every minute detail of that soft space

Every moist cavernous turn of

Me...

As artists we have

Possibilities of painting masterpieces

With our sweat

Artworks that the greats would be proud of

Breaths conjoined

Limbs intertwined

Strokes and thrusts

Two moving as one

Enjoying Loving Mesmerizing

More than lust filled sessions

This moment is beauty

Epitomized

Is freedom in natural form

Is what it was meant to be.

Haiku - 3/30

the streets reflect truth

violence love hate abound

yet aid is withheld

Deafening Silence - 2/30

desperate cries go unheard

un-cared for

unnoticed.

no one cares. no one is present nor aware of this

struggle.

mind locked in solitary confinement

pain doubt confusion lies

i. am. alone.

alone

left

screaming

pleading

yelling

pleading

but no answer.

doesn't anyone hear me?

can't anyone feel me?

feel what i endure time and again after time

disconnected and ashamed,

i remain

screaming.

and then i realize

it's all in my head.

Desolate - 1/30

i reached.

reached for your touch

hoping, yearning to touch more than your empty space.

for, i wanted to hold you close,

and say I Love You's,

whisper sweet somethings into your soul,

lay claim to your future ,

and call it ours.

but you never wanted to love

only use.

unknowingly, i fell into your labyrinth

the lies you crafted around my heart held me captive

with each uttered word and glance provoked

i danced, sung, cried for you

unable to free myself from your embrace.

energy gone.

spirit diminished.

soul broken.

there is nothing left but desperation

and a tear-soaked spirit questioning, why?

asking God, why?

but there was only silence.

and then...

you reached for me

gave me your body and heart

promised me your soul and future.

your love for me became

genuine,

pure,

unequivocally true

but when i touched you

i felt

nothing.