What's in a name?

Your Name



Your name is like an unborn thought
of sense has ceased to be
a curdled phrase that hell hath wrought
and hence bequeathed to me.

To speak, the tongue like morning’s breathe
recalls the taste of dread
held still by the grasp of death
at once this offense said

Your name is much less than a name,
a shame of unknown kind.
Hate itself declined to claim,
what love could not define.

Revelations

Mistakes

What love is unmistaken?
A halo in the night?
A bite so sweetly taken.
A blank word colored right.
What sorrow without mourning
is curtained by the sun?
A desperate cry imploring
that faint wrongs be unsung

What pattern unfulfilling
fills the broken heart?
A stirring tear left spilling
while a settled stare remarks.


What name could be forsaken?
in the midst of honest pride?
This love, as good as taken,
somehow got left aside.


What pain left unforgiven
could in time be set free?

And before I took to love again,
what had love took from me?

Some day i'll write an inspiring piece...

Wordly Woes

For no hour does the worry cease
In no second fears withheld

In no cry holds a tears release
For no promise night rebels

To no sound does the silence speak
In no heart does hurt resign

In no life are the eyes made weak
to this, the world, unkind

Nana's House

Horse Shoe Crabs


Horse shoe crabs are often capsized,
they had somehow lost their way.
Stretched wounds salted, burning ,baptized.
Today, a new day soft with trust.
It is the first time without knowing,
like the sea that waits, still
I must, and will too be going
while the tide is low.
I cannot stay to watch them go.

The light shines off the moistened grain,
a time that takes day back again
to scratch open the clear sky,
in some dream that I’ve had before.
This day, a voice, a life I knew and dead crabs
washed ashore.

I love to drive

Afternoon Drive

My, blue sky, wide and empty,
you give goodbye such grace,
could not comply to tempt me,
in my journey past this place.

Sun fades out your true might,
while sleek glades all repress,
you with your swimming blue sight,
allow few days redress.

I’ll drive by in a hurry
before my eyes consumed
take in this light with fury,
getting nowhere soon.

A little depressing

Wind Song

Wind, please take me on your ride
away with nights crystal confined.
You know how my small heart soars
weaving through sharp, sorry sky.
For now I could bide my time,
living in your song.
So, take me off next time you leave,

before most dreams have gone.

Embrace your face

FACE

This face is mine
It looks so
The small,
roundness I’ve come to know
A face with freckles
A face with lines
A face unlike yours
But it’s mine
all mine
A fickle façade
A mask of flesh I can’t remove
Odd the orb that sits atop
the last groove in my spine
Looks like mine
It seems alone
Floating on the throne
I call myself:
My body, my vessel,
my face
looks like someone else
An unwrecked Irish
An imposter with a smile
A face without a past
A face that’s in denial

Seems familiar, this face must have been here
All the while
A face that has changed
Over time
A face not like yours
Must be mine

Ode to the great Mr. Frost..

Outside

Outside, leaves can hold the sky,
a hollow breath surrounds the wood.
What broken night can spear the eye
upon the light, misunderstood?

In wind a glory fighting slow,
a fleeting flick against the pain
Speaks this story to its foe,

unto earth so long restrained.