Beauty in your eyes
When I see the beauty
in your eyes
I get a glimpse of
my own eyes
as one gets a reflection
in a mirror
I see myself
in yours

but eyes never lie
you stay within my eye
let all wonder
who is who
and
whose eye are you

when you die
donate your eye
you have the world's best ones
How I WISH TO OWN YOUR'S
as though I was ever to go blind

Sometimes it feels-
All I do,
Is paint over the scars.
In silence I conceal,
What's real,
And who we are.
So, Here's to the wounds-
That won't heal,
As I steal-
Words that'll be my last.
From the grave of my dreams,
That I've seen-
Behind an ashen'd mask.
Walking through the walls,
Entrapped in my own-
As age burns my all,
With a shadow that time casts.
Gone by morrow,
Lest it all turns to dust-
Yesterdays meld in a heart.

pst modulatory
it was all smeared into statutories
like the thirteenth floor
under the door
of Tomorrow

deuce feel
sheets chilled like a pool
diving into old school
Iris
Iris
so tall inquired
through your thighs
tall shade of dark
the moon
flesh
gleam lust
stolen of a park

spark a crime
snarl a Fuss

I wear your ring
on a chain
bling my heart
diamond pain

forever
and be it
always

~

my pen exploded again
staining the tips of my fingers blue
blue like that shirt you wear
with the curved letters
that look like a breeze has caught them
relax
i remember pressing my ears to those letters
so i could hear the rhythm of your heart
and feel the melody of your fingertips tingling my spine
there's a shiver rushing through me now
as it did then
and im watching the nurse talk on the phone about a patient
who has no health insurance
and he should really stop smoking

""DON'T PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM""

I live between the moments
falling into cracks of Time
pulling myself back
into metaphor and rhyme

My poetry is the reflection
of my soul.
It speaks its mystery
not of one but of all

But I emerge invisible
and it seems my words
have lost their meaning
There is nothing more to say .
.
.
It's time to let go.

There you stand before me,
a stranger in the mirror
created from a layer of lies
served over the years.

I hated you because you're untrue!
The fault lies in me, I made you
but now I want a touch of reality
to be the real me, not a make-belief!

My soul grows weary of your presence,
burdened by overbearing guilt and shame.
Get out of my life! I don't want you anymore!
I shattered the mirror to end your game.