Devil's Own (from my older files)

Devil's own way it has become
I have been through it all
It seems so,
Picture perfect
Hell on earth
Now I am wondering and crossing the two lines
Stuck between a rock and a wooden tile
How can I forget?
Why wasn't it said?
Like the clouds before the storm unleashes
My mind is dark, gloomy and senseless
Ungrateful is truth when it comes too late
Frightened I am to seek it again, from you or someone else
Cruelly I learned of another world
World so close to mine, almost identical
No longer I feel identified, pure if you will
The tree's branches are heavier by many giant birds
They look far into the horizon
I follow their stare
In hopes I will see what they see
And will be able to flare
My heart to believe in you
Once and again
Before I met the king of heat,
The feisty underground man
I knew nothing of fear,
I was not aware of who I really am
But then I faced a meeting of a lifetime
Devil's own I became into what I am now
Creature of full might, I don't blame you, not a bit
Closer to home the fierceness hits
I could describe the place and time
Somewhere between oceans and rivers which are unkind.
Now you and I are meeting for the last time,
Or perhaps not
One can never tell future pages of the book unwritten
If you see me in your way, walk on, as I will do the same.
Devil's own private sale.

11.13.04

Unformulated

Breathing is allowing life through

Knowing is not knowing anything

Unlearning is being born

Standing is really walking without moving

Sleeping is dreaming without understanding your dreams

Touch is the beginning of a soul

Listening is the begging of a heart’s beat

Touch is by far the only way to relate

.......

It was today I knew my future

I saw it sprinkle like a morning dew

Clearly it attaches to everything I am and will be

Proposals and tiny wheels of fortune

Granted me a genie wish

Look into another me

In a time no open eye has seen

I crop the picture and get the center’s attention

Only to soothe my mind

The cravings I experienced as a child

My hair grew white in time

And the totality of one’s presence

No longer avidly mattered

Just time and space

Perhaps not even that

My heart softened and yielded

Into what it always could be

Patient and blind

For it became merciful and

Utterly kind

Yes it was today I became

Can't Be Undone

Clearly I seek

Failing to meet

The bottom of my heart

Stubbornly I keep walking

Shoeless on the glass covered street

Politely my blood streaks

Must I possess thee?

For the love of steel

I will cry in my sleep

Not knowing I burn you endlessly

Fire in my arm and heart

Forsakenly

No, it is a chain covered in your skin

I made you sweat through it

Convincingly you shed your layers

Mistakenly you let me in

Phantom this if you will

The fox in my brain hardly ever sits still

Can’t be undone

Not in this life time

The forests will serve you and I well

Perfectly underground

WONDER

I wonder this place in time where I often find myself now
Is it my own to have or just space and time lent to me
I did not seek it nor did I refuse it
It became my world my routine
This union with this place in which I experience Comfort divine
I wonder could it just be I am walking through
And not counting seconds this time around?
I wonder is my heart crazed and or just nonchalant?
I wonder am I infatuated or am I in love?

TORN -(written for my dear Maly)

TORN

Must the inevitable seek me?

Has not my heart confronted thee

Very credible alter mind

I run, I hide

I seek, I find

I crave and I miss

Just as I get I throw away

A miniscule few understand my way

I fear not and I dwell not too well

On things I may or may not contemplate

Today is the day

Tomorrow does not exist as of yet

Today will you be who you are?

And tomorrow whom you pretend to be now?

I dare to know

I know better then to waste the precious

Am I doomed or incredibly lucky?

This humming bird inside my head tells me

It is so and not any other way

It could not be that I pushed the real me

Into the wall in which you exist

The turmoil in which I find thee and thee

For I feel scars are reopening

Which night is slowly creeping into me?

The one I did not sleep through

Or the one I know I will not see an end to?

Must the inevitable be so real?

Or can I wake up from my dream?

Por Ti, mi locita!

HE LIKES

He likes me

I know now

He prefers me

That is clear all that much

He conveys light touch

To me and to him while he sleeps

Self sustained he became

He likes me I can tell

Pro notions of who knows what will be

He does stay here now and then

Connections through silent breaths

And loud air spats

He likes me

I know now

He is not defined

By him and I

While he sees he does not read

As if his eyes grew tired of me

Dear milestone

When you smile

You're some kind of devlish

When you offer to explain

You are welcoming

When your frustration reaches the brim

Your eyes could kill a bear

When you hold me

I couldn’t escape

When you are asleep

I urgently duck your swinging elbows

But when you do awake

You are no short of sweet

The kisses you spray

Glue to my neck for the rest of the day

And give the beginning and an end

For this alone I could walk

A line of fire and through rays of horror

To you my love I say

On with the faces, grimaces and knowledge,

Emotion and progression

Sealing it with a kiss

So blunt

So gentle

And to the far

Cries of the sky

To live and to life.

3/4/06