Wildfire Love

Love is
The most powerful
force
on the face of
this earth
Binds us together,
breaks us apart
Like the crackling wildfire
Burning through
Forest land
Melting sky with earth
Trees with flowers
Predator with prey
Into a winged
pitch black
amber butterfly
Set free
Gently floating
Above a brazen inferno
Immune to its raging heat
Aloof
Searching for a new place
To call home
To rest
To breathe
To mend
what has been broken
Yes,
when the summer blaze
subsides
There is autumn
And a long cold winter
But then again
there’s spring. :)

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The Irony of Every Beautiful Thing

Let me write now alive and well
Roaming in my thoughts
Like I have never roamed before
My heart in pain and soul in anguish
Freed
From all the hubris and make belief
I bear the coldness
of my naked solitude with pride
I will not budge,
I will not hide
But  I ask myself:
What difference could I have made?
She’s like a broken water fountain
On a warm day
The thirsty stand in line to take a sip
But all that she can serve them are her tears
And as I stand in line and wait my turn
I’m writing these few lines
To keep me company
I’ll never have her
Although we could have had the world
That’s just the irony of every beautiful thing
It’s always at a distance,
fleeting, beyond reach
But no
I will not budge
I will not hide
I’ll stand under the scorching sun for days
Until her tears and mine
Pour their way into a stream
And share some journey
Towards a setting sun

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Footprints

I walk barefoot,
Not because I’m naked
Nor poor
Nor in need of shoes
But because I’m curious
To feel and reconnect
With clay beneath my feet
And muddy fields
To voyage through
A forgotten world
That’s right beneath our feet.

Now, we walk barefoot
Together
Fields a bit more green to touch
And as the blades of grass
caress our heels,
the sunshine rains
between our toes.
I feel I know you more.
We dance
I witness all your life
Your past and present
and what’s to come,
As your feet sway gently
across the floor.

And in the morning,
Our hearts still cold
From the loneliness of night
But our feet are bare
and slightly touching
anticipating another day
Making shapes,
telling stories,
and leaving footprints
on our way.

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(Adapted from my post on October 18, 2013)

The Physicist: Paradigm of my Belonging

These lone deeds here
Like cold stones casting shadows
On the bright side of the moon
And my heart aches
With every darkened crater
Until my soul like bundled cheese
Is porous from inside
Leaking with a sense of nothingness
A sense of disappointed grief
For all that which I have done
And toiled to create
That bonds of love could shatter
Like feeble snowflakes on a branch
That bridges built
Could be demolished with one deed
That light itself could never shine
Around your silhouette
That shapes divine
Are formed around your lips
When smiling and conversing
That all the laws of motion
Could never stop us
From parting ways
That all my universe
Implodes into this moment here
In present time
Confined by singularities
Of forgone truths
Crying for some sense of worth
For some hope
For some meaning
And for belonging

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Character: 86/100
Written on December 5, 2012

The Deaf Girl: An Eternal Sign Language

To you whose words I long to hear
To you beyond the distant meadow fields
To you I pledge to keep my life
For dying means a silence I can’t bear
Scraping through my eardrums in my sleep
Until my whole entirety has been emptied
From holes inside my head
I lose myself
A deafness I have never known

Beyond the noise of your demise
Your words so sweet
Still tear the walls of solitude
And build instead a humble home
Where love can dwell and multiply
To you whom time has stolen years
The final gift I can bequeath
Is my bouquet of years to live
With all the joy of silent memory
Each day just like a silent film
And you’re the star of every episode

To you whose words I long to hear
I hear you in moonlit sky
In children’s smiles throughout the day
In blueberry muffins and ham & cheese
In brewing coffee cups and setting suns
In every corner of my life
You still are there with all your signs
Teaching me the language of our love

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Character: 67/100

The Chef: The Taste of Love

To you my darling ginger skin
I cast myself into the sifting flour
And as I sprinkle on your top
I’m churned into a buttery sauce
And melt across your naked chest
Sugar-coating every inch I conquer
With my splendid taste
Enchanted by your gracious self
I lose my presence in your eyes
And fumble all existence in your arms

A simple smile can keep my belly full
A naked laugh, a feast to feed the world
With you I push the limits of my mind
Towards sensations far beyond my recipes
For you I carve my heart with smiles
And marinate my soul with happiness
And even naked pheasants
Cooked on gentle fires
Would cherish every ounce of pain
Knowing that you will be served
Their feathers plucked but their conviction strong
That they in turn would taste of love

But even oven clocks can’t keep the time
They seem to tick much faster than we’d like
Our moments simmer, burning fast
Its too intense
Between the char of what we have
I cannot reproduce the taste of love
With all your tears and sobbing on my mind
I dine on banal meals and serve my hate instead
For man was never meant to taste
The bittersweet melancholy of love

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Character: 64/100

The Moto-Racer: Checkered Flags & Finish Lines

Slicing through the silence of the streets
Let us ride together and forever in between
Eternity and present time
Let us dwell in dreams of victory
Golden trophies and champagne
With answers clear
An endless race with static clocks
Where winning can mean staying put
And staying put is all we need
To move beyond the finish line
No ribbon there to mark the end
Of our sweet course
Only a pistol on the mantelpiece
So that the world can start to race
While we lay back and watch the show
For peace is all that we would know
Racing for each other’s love
On mountain sides and prairie plains
Shifting gears to stay in tune
With our true selves
No matter what is in our way
But every race the rules are clear
Only one is meant to win
So time is bound to run again
Against the odds we play our game
I am to fast, you can’t keep up
The race begins
I come in first
And after checkered flags and finish lines
I’m there alone to make some sense
Of losing so much more than I have gained

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Character: 63/100

The Plumber: When Marriage Goes Down the Shitter

Sliding through this life
Just like a wedding ring
Lost in bathroom pipes
Swimming in another world
In dungeons of distress
I reach for nuts and bolts
To crank the toilet open
Beyond her stinking shit
Beyond the smell of treachery
I’m here to find a lie
Soaked in monogamy
A faucet with no water
A bathtub with no pressure
A sink forever clogged
Until another man is called
To do the trick

I’m here on my own terms
I follow pipes wherever they may lead
Closet augers, a basin wrench and snakes
My life just like a public toilet seat
To every ass in town
That thinks they know me and so judge
But let me say this now
I make the water run
And in so doing
Bring life to every corner of this world
A knight in shining armor
Against the callous crumbs of yesterday

I need to find this ring
Or else it’s surely over
In pipes and toilet seats
So much truth
A marriage lost
In the shit
Flushed down the gutters
Without a tool in sight
Only a feeble plunger
That sticks to our behinds
A marking of our failure
A testament to our lies
The punch line clear
Or so I realize
When marriage down the shitter goes
A plumber can’t advise!

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Character: 61/100

The Lion tamer: Surviving Her Attack

In between your fingernails exists
A callous joy of  memories
Your  scratches hard onto a film so thin
Trying to steal a moment shared within
The bonds that linked us every time we met
A bleeding lioness perched atop her prey
Falls in love with wounds made in defense
A sodomizing urge as she attempts
To struggle for her dignity
In jungles where mistakes can take away
The love bestowed by many everyday

A second guess, a small mistake
And everything is lost!
Her fangs sink in my skin
But with the aches, some sense of gratitude
For having met such wondrous a creation
For having shared so little time
The trails of blood run through my recent past
Erasing everything we used to share
No cameras, no film can bring it back
So stop the scratching only if you dare

And with your bloody paws
You draw some vowels on the wall
Behind the cage of your emotions
Painted like a child’s attempt
To send a message to my aching soul
The “I” for thee
The “O” the “E”
Interrupted by an “L” and “V”
And finally a discontinued blot
You are too proud to say that you love me

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Character: 58/100

The Mistress: Letters Across the Universe

I grab on to a piece
A slither
From a serpent’s mouth
It stings my heart, forever broken
A piece of yesterday is lost
In endless time
Forgotten
Words unravel
Conversations torn to pieces
Letters flying across the universe
In reverse order
Back to the origin
Where nothing has its place

My smiles flip to faces sad
My gentle strokes are pushes
The gazes of my eyes are shy returns
My kisses, suffocating pleas for air
My laughter, screeching moans of pain
Love-making thrusts are nothing but attempts
To stay away

Unraveling time
Our whole affair is in rewind
Irreversibly
A fire burning through my mind
Green parks and sunny mountain sides
Reduced to rubble
Cremated into empty sanctuaries
Where restless souls roam graveyards
Like the blind
Searching for a ray of light
Never to be found
Amongst the million ashes clouding sight

And when everything has been undone
A solemn silence, a bitter nothingness
Pervades my heart
The universe rips in two
Returning time to its old course
In my new world
I never knew you
I never met you
To me
You were never born

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Character: 55/100
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The Welder: Mending Broken Hearts

Through my goggles
I see another world
A land of smoke and molten lava
Believe and you shall reap
For at love’s length
There’s nothing one can’t reach
And after winters cold and barren
Spring will bloom
A simple shrub
Atop a carpet made of snow
Will signal the beginning of something new
A fire deep inside
Dampened by the rain will burn again
I prep my tools
A thick red flame will jump right out
Of my machine
And snatch your heart towards another world

A heart of stone can never burn
It only melts
In shining molten lava land
Liker rivers thick, it flows
Like starry skies, it glows
We’re blinded by its light
A million shadows on the walls unfold
A million stories to be told
Of drunken nights and journeys old

And as I work my way into your chest
I leave my mark
I mend your broken heart
I keep the fire on
This time the warmth
Is never-ending
The lava flows between our eyes
It brings us joy
I take my goggles off
And as we liken ourselves to the gods
We burn to death
To rise again reborn

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Character: 45/100

The Houskeeper: Pillows & Pigeon Shit

Love is a featherless pillow
It falls gently from the sky
Hits us hard when we’re asleep
But never wakes us

We’re lost in dreams
We travel the world
Ancient ruins and abandoned temples
We explore
Scavenge through the forests deep
Poke through the craters of distant caves
Shelves and drawers
Closets and some cupboards
We live a million years to share the stories

A gentle gaze from eyes so perfect
Bleach your soul with a feeling so divine
A humbling rumble in your guts
A sense of belonging that folds you into two
A sense of fitting
A sense of letting go
All packaged in a cushion cover

And every night as we wander in our dreams
We steal a feather from a bird
And bring it back with us as proof
Of our emotions so surreal

As time goes by the pillow grows
It’s stained from our adventures
It falls so blandly from the sky
Just like a drop of pigeon shit
It strikes us hard
Its blows are stronger by the hour

We begin to ache
We begin to hurt
We carry on
Until the feathers packed so hard
Once a symbol of our own freedom
Become the instruments
Of our own demise
And so in truth I finally see
I’m not desired anymore
A house to keep I cannot keep
My heart’s no longer welcome

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The Feathered Bitch – A Stroll with the Divorced Pigeon-Keeper

A soothing humming sound so soft
Is all I need to make my day
I am the ground they tread upon
The feathers on their wings
The lentil eyes into their soul
I am the seasons they obey

They gather in their thousand hordes
And probe around my hands
Their seeds seep down along the path
That guides me on my way

And when they leave they will return
For nature has its course
You sow a seed into their mouths
You cannot reap remorse
But when it comes to human kind
The story must diverge
You sow a seed into her womb
She asks for a divorce

I wander through the streets all day
Enlightened and confined
In my own inner agony
Much room to feel refined
Why can’t we all be like these birds?
No worries or concerns
They live from what the world can give
They’re loyal in return
They’re breasts are eaten all the time
Although they need to burn
I’d rather have a breast well-done
Than have to take my turn
I’d rather eat them stuffed with rice
Than filled with botox churn

And so she flies across the world
And leaves behind her eggs
She nests atop this asshole’s bed
Who makes her spread her legs
And soon enough she calls me back
To tell me she’s in love
I would’ve loved to hear her chirp
That bitch is not a dove

And even if I take some drugs
To blur this little line
A bird that migrates does come back
The message is quite fine
I’m better of with my new find
I feed them every day
They’ll keep on coming back for more
As long as I can pay
I thank the world for showing me
That nothing is for free

I guess she needs to feather up
And try to flap her wings
Or better yet as a head start
I’ll drop her off that tree!

World of Dreams – Funeral Procession of the Gay Lover

I miss your tender voice
Splashing on my face
At point blank
In the morning
Like lukewarm water
Cleansing the worries of yesterday

I miss your soft fingertips
Grazing through my hair
Like a farmer strolling through his field of corn
Gently choosing his steps
Towards the other side
Counting all the blessings on his way

I miss your deep and solemn silence
Staring at me as I sleep
With nothing to say, but so much to dream about
I awake and ask you to go back to sleep
That we may both share a dream together
In another place

We hold each other and cast ourselves into a sea of sleep
We swim together naked and unbound
In a world where we could stay together
A world where they would let us be
To share our love and watch it multiply
Without judgment nor special treatment
We settle down in a small shack on those distant hills
And make love until the end of time

Suddenly a ringing sound
Crumbles our constructed world as we awake
To realize another day has just began
Another lie that we must live
Amongst the people that we know

And time has passed,
It always does.
We move along, we move away
We age and life takes over
We marry and move on
Succumbing to a destiny
Imposed by social boundaries and what not

And after all this show
Ending in a funeral procession
I’m staring at a coffin
You sleep so gracefully but I shed no tears
Instead a deep and solemn smile is on my face
I hope you’re in that place of dreams
Preparing that small shack day by day
Waiting for me to join you
To live the dream
Of unrestricted love for evermore