I witnessed you entering this world
I myself on my way out the door
undone by assassinations
and conspiracy theories
stories wound tight only to
unravel like some flawed mystery
there is no relation between
you and me or your unwed mother
I just happened to be at the
right place at the right time
having recently discovered my soul
roaming from room to room
july two thousand eighteen
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be not afraid of the knock on the door
it’s been in the offing ever since you were born
if you remember the crib
there is something special inside you
awareness at such an early age
is a clear sign you’ve been here before
reaching various stages in life
is sometimes easier said than done
but the underlying truth will always remain
how you’re destined to be one in the end
hell on earth is as real as heaven itself
and oftentimes you wonder
what keeps you coming back
march two thousand eighteen
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candles burn where I am not
reminding me what may have been
in my little world it is quite dark
at times taking on many shapes
other times simply murmuring
I reach out and bring in pieces
from out of nowhere
meld them together in my palms
first into a ball and
then into whatever fascinations
may gradually evolve
inside each molded piece
an ember burns
invisible to the naked eye
I’ve no idea how many weeks
may pass before revealing themselves
perhaps like a seedling
breaking the surface
or a renegade meteor
breaching an otherwise impregnable sky
december two thousand sixteen
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on this night of nights a lost
starling sings his lonely song
as a pale moon chases
venus high above the tallest trees
and faint stars transit the unknown
on this night of nights a natural
flame flickers and streams
chain reacting and traveling swiftly
to the four corners of the world
sparked by the cry of the lonely starling
ushering in a brand new light
december two thousand fourteen
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these dreams go beyond make-believe
and into spaces without stars
where coldness goes unnoticed
and past lives become memoirs
as I lie asleep out at sea
you seem to disappear along the shore
consumed by ultraviolet rays
disguised as gently rolling waves
cradle rocking from side to side
foreign voices tell me not to cry
assuring me things will be all right
once understanding how it ends
june two thousand fourteen
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it’s so dark I can’t even see my fingers
so cold cannot feel my heart
machines hum along in the white room
giving me fresh air and influencing my dreams
what nobody knows
is when I’ll be home
or when I’ll be able to say
I remember everything
(due to atmospheric disturbances
summer never arrived)
crawling through the rubble
my fingertips make rocks sound like glass
rubbing against themselves like butterfly wings
scratching below the surface
I give inspiration to newly awakened lives
june two thousand fourteen
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billions of stars
drawing a map
across time
adrift in an
endless quest for
intelligent life
setting suns
give birth
to new moons
new life spawns
deep inside
planetary waters
august two thousand thirteen
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one hundred twenty times
a minute the baby’s heart
masters frequency
perfectly in sync with nature
and forever dependent
upon the course of time
please stay with me awhile
and watch me learn to love
the power of frequency
december two thousand twelve
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I entered the world
like a flower blooming
an experience blocked
from a memory dying
to understand
how the subliminal past
led me to this time
where I beget the pistil
and the petal
’embryo’ youtube video
november two thousand twelve
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autumn arrives right on time
a reminder that none of us
can forever enjoy
the endless days of light
early in the morning
when the sky is untouched
by a belated sun
you are awakened by little leaves
knocked around by tortuous winds
forming strength as a collective
and striking window panes
as if they were sheets of rain
nothing can escape the transition
into this slow death
where you are bound
to experience the creepiness
entering your soul
leaving you hungry and cold
and wishing for all things new again
click here for youtube video
september two thousand twelve
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I merge onto route one
around midnight
a cup of coffee
shaking in my hand
another placed
in the holder
in the back seat
my darling exhales angrily
pleading with baby
and begging the lord
to give us more time
I race past the limit
chasing the new moon
and hugging the white line
laughing at the thought
I’m a daddy any minute
july two thousand twelve
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