Saturday, January 24, 2015


She's still a mystery
  And on those rare occurrences
when fate guides our crossing paths
I fall silent in her eyes
and a thousand winds wrestle my spine
perhaps it is the peak of mountainous love
piercing upwards through the fog
or simply a strong nervous laugh
who got lost along the way
I admire her bravery
In living life and in love
images of her kiss
are imprinted in my thoughts
much like fossils
of our prehistoric love

Friday, January 23, 2015

On Becoming A Man

I have a need to be a man.
A tacit yearning to conquer the self
I have a need to be clean
in my body, in my spirit, in my mind.
I have a need to love the way I want to be loved
so that I wont feel alone
and that I may become whole
through the vitality of love.
Through a series of enlightenment
I now see much more clearly
that every strength, every weakness observed
is an observation on me. 
Every critical remark or thought
aimed in any one direction
reflects back directly on me. 
So I ask for forgiveness 
I ask for permission
that I may always be in motion
always moving towards brighter days
alive with brighter thoughts 
and emboldened with broader