walking along the shore

There came a day to say goodbye to Love-

It was on this coincidental day when we take a walk,

you can hold my hand but we choose to turn every once and awhile to look at each other.

we’re young and this sets the stage for every other time, we share something into the future.

it was drawn out, long winded and wordy, small words being thrown back and forth.

it feels like a story form, from foam, from forms of foam, it’s stormy remembering it was about- Love.

my eyes can’t keep themselves off your lips and they’re drowned in your eyes

why my being melts is a wonder to me

but existence is priceless

Running slow-

this is what it had to be, no other way than the way it was

the equation,

he interrupted everyone all the time, just to blurt out the one thought inspired from what he had just heard, it’s just a story put into a situation

it was told he was the man that didn’t care, but all his resolve and the heart he wore on his shoulder showed his doubters his hate was his love,

to be known and to be remembered

to forget and not to remember,

being here has been so long,

the time has been passing me, never can you fall

and in the beginning the stature was tall but now it’s nothing at all,

the approach was much different but the landing was three points steady

remember to forget

when the idea escaped me, when time moved faster it was easier and now its slower

your wrong, that’s not the way it is- that’s backwards

control the effect not the cause and the result is mirrored,

in the meantime

There is a time when you don’t know what it is.

It’s all the times-

when caring for too many,

has destroyed you and left you alone.


There’s a time when your mistakes are just mistakes.

Even when we never want to die, death has come to us in many ways.


Love is, a rather unusual feeling, to express in a time when you haven’t a clue what it is.

It’s the first time… your kiss- tells the story for a memory’s lifetime never to be compared to the last-

as if, our hearts are sometimes big enough to over love.

Youth is the only criminal in breaking hearts,

because of all sins-

making someone heartbroken is a burden to carry.


Ring it up- on the phone with you

can’t act different

your sometimes foolish,

are you not,

when assumptions are made and

as if there’s no use

and no

re view being made, your


and always failing, so-

act, a fool

finalist play

There is a story,

about a boy who once learned, to love his enemies -in order to defeat them.

It wasn’t after he realized his own hate


its need- to be transformed into love

that -he would conquer his enemy.


dear Alaska,

it’s taken too long to leave the subtropics

my skin yearns to feel the cool chill of the evening night

my blood’s warm with your withdrawal

all the circumstances tell me you’ve forgotten who we used to be


we fought them-

all internal conflicts and

struggles for power, make me wish you were here-

year after year- it’s becoming more futile to struggle

one day my promise will be kept-

for you, for justice, for what’s in my words are more than

defining terms,

voice trembles with soul

lust, anger and passion drive me insane,

Alaska your so far

my every step forward distracts our reunion

is it too late to be on time-


he was addicted beyond hitting rock bottom,


responsible addicts plan for the circumstances


the apathy is alienated amongst all chains of denial


as addicts do they reason and turn fate into faith


when he knew it was too much, he traded his addiction


all else failed except for obsession


confessing his withdrawals, the only thing he had, left him-


self destruction comes quick and -contrary to a steady pyramid


even the best can become opposite to themselves

i hear the silent language better than i speak it-


Love was the only thing I could make,

This statement is false.

my beauty was in how well I cared,

I thought that-

I could create something beautiful,

I thought that-

all the hatred was,

only a defining characteristic-

of how good,

my beautiful could be-

when one man, for
whatever reason, has
the opportunity to lead
an extraordinary life,
he has no right to
keep it to himself.


Oh! that the desert were my dwelling -place,
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And, hating no one, love but only her!

L. Byron



she wrote- inside my book of sketches-

There’s a letter on the desktop. I dug it out of a drawer. The last truce we ever came to in an adolescent war. And I start to feel the fever of the warm air in between. It comes regular like seasons shadowing my dream. And there’s not enough room in this world for my pain- signals cross and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain. Of all my demon spirits I need you the most. I’m in love with your ghost. I burn your presence and you know how I feel. To be awakened like Achilles w/you always at my heels. I’ve never been this shallow, so shallow I can’t touch- the waves are strong the wind is fine but the river is to deep. I am baptized by your touch I am no worse than most-

Iā€™m in love with your ghost.


my love was

my betrayal,

its venom coursed

through veins of self hate,

my drug was love

loved my drugs,

it consumed as much as it did good,

little by little,

stakes are doubled

there is- only one way out

reason your addiction

its obvious-

the end is but a matter of time,

things will happen

hate will happen

too quick and too slow-

once upon a time,

love betrayed its addiction to hate.

, and this tells us something that most people know from their own experiences: at the height of any passion worthy of the name there is always a istaking of the lover for an other.