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Show Me
While I’m alive
Don’t bother with flowers at my grave
Nor sing a song of brotherhood
To my memory
When I’m long and gone
Rejoice in today
When I’m still here
Tomorrow can be so unkind
Think of me dead now
And relish in finding me breathing
Throw your arms
Around me
And embrace me like found gold
For the eternal sleep
Beckons with ruthless abandon
Raise your cups
And salute what we hold this minute
Do not waste another second
Tell me
You do love me
Before the words fall on deaf ears
And the sound of my voice is no more
Show me
In Memory
I often dream about you
Reimagined pictures of us
Where it all turns out fine
And what we held
Didn’t become hate
I can almost feel
The texture of your hands
Upon mine
Growing old throughout the years
How we would’ve proven
The world wrong about our love
But oh
This bitter reality
How it always renders my passion wrong
And proves itself right again and again
I still snatch a moment or two
Away from its potent grip
In memory of us
In memory of you
Since You
My heart is yours
It has no use without you around anymore
Please take it
These eyes are for you
As I do not wish to see anything but thee
Nothing else matters
I am just a void now
Empty
Shallow breaths barely filling my lungs
Air has no use
And only prolongs my being
I sleep awaiting forever
Only to open eyes
To brighter sunlight
I do not seek to darken the sky
For it still illuminates your world
Wherever that may be
Be it the next town
Or a million miles from me
Take my sense of touch away
I have no purpose but to remember
That feel of your skin
I am comforted with this knowledge
Sacrifice what’s left of me
To dirt or ash
Coffin or urn
Washed away in waters deep
Or flames to burn
Let them preserve a locket
For you to carry
Or throw away
There is nothing
Since you
Spoken Word New York Article
Lost
I have searched for you
In the darkness of my soul
Feeding it’s hue words and ritual
Movements memorized
Til the hurt in my bones
Was no more
Pronunciations perfected
So that my very tongue
Won’t lie on that sacred day
Witnesses are the winds, and trees
As to all that I proclaim
I awaken
Within this dream
Once more
Hoping I’d travelled over
To you
So much that the “Good” in morning
Ceased to be
And acceptance is, all there is
My knees no longer can withstand
The weight of proving
Of hoping
And believing
I have only breath
Left
This is my testimony
Being illuminated in the illusive
Where inhalation
Closes my eyes
And exhalation loosens
The burden
I am surely lost
And in you
Found
Poetry
Book Review
She Told Me
She told me I was too clever for my own good
That my seductive words couldn’t thaw the ice that built around her heart
You see this just made me want to try harder
Cause I was never one to quit so easily
Hard to get wasn’t an option here
And a savior surely wasn’t what she needed
She was looking for that man
You know the ones she was promised in childhood tales
Valiant and chivalrous
Old fashioned yet modern in his ways
One with insight enough to see royalty
When he gazed upon her
She was an entire empire
Rolled up into feminine
Pumped up my adrenaline
To set forth my efforts more vigilantly
Till finally she paused and said
With the shrug of her shoulder
“We’ll see”….
Left me smiling as she walked away from me
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