The Poetry of me and You.


As the spider knits its web…

spider web

As the spider knits its web…

The spider moved its legs

Came down the green curtain

Paraded, crisped, paused, paraded

Perfect place to web a home

It heard shouts, rumbles

Noise was drawing near

A door opened in a roar

Swallowing the terror of the hidden crime

A girl, cries for help

Yet nothing but walls called hear

Following, men of three

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Of what he fears beyond hate


Of what he fears beyond hate


Just maybe.

That he doesn’t feel any hate.

He’s afraid.

Naming what he felt as love.

He lives in hate.

He had grown in hate.

He hated the mother who left him.

He hated the father who was gone.

He hated the world.

The world who did nothing.

Nothing but hate him.

Hate is what he only knows.

Yet, he felt fear.

He’s afraid of this unnamed emotion.

This absence of hate.

Telling that he never hated the girl before him.

He was afraid.

That it’s a feeling,

A love.

More tragic than what hate could offer.

The Storm

the storm

The Storm

She rolled the flag down,

An answer to the sea bird’s call

She looked upon the sky,

Beneath the horizon,

Darkness is crawling.

The wind didn’t sing,

Nor dance, nor cheer,

But fear laid in its coldness,

A breath of untune retribution.

Suddenly, she’s underneath its blanket.

Lights blinked in unpatterned instance,

Illuminates the world she feared.

Fierce lights came hitting her senses.

In each blink, she saw her sailor.

Smiling, crying, dying.

She’s been spellcasted,

She heard the voice,

The grasping horror of the darkness.

Ravishing, heavy, loud.

She ran inside her cabin,

Afraid, terrified, haunted.

She cried in fear like it was the first time.

Tears streamed down heavy and warm.

She remembered,

It’s been a year since her sailor died.

The Christmas Creation

In every Christmas I draw these trianglessss

Three in fact with the same angles.

But sizes are obviously different.

A small, medium, large of what it is meant.

I placed the smallest on top and the largest below.

Colored ‘em green, hues of life and glow.

Then made long diagonal rectangles.

Placed like a sash awarded to the triangles.

Gave one to each of it as it was told.

Color ‘em maroon or yellow or gold.

Then I put circles in sizing variety.

Do the math and have as many as it can be.

Do the color according to your like.

Play with shades, just let the art strike.

For the finish touch this is an easy call.

Put a square under the largest rectangle.

Then put a star on top of your creation.

Color it gold or silver or even combination.

And viola! You see!

You just created a Christmas tree!


The Rain, The Dance, The Tears

With touch and wishes and rain romance.

He dared to move a lovely dance.

Set the fears aside, let the hopes remain.

“Tell me.” She asked. “Have you ever danced somebody under the rain?”

“Ah!” He said. “I did. To you I have danced.”

“How?” She wondered. “We had never met once.”

“In my dreams.” He replied. “I held you in my arms.”

“You’re graceful and enchanting, a dance full of charms.” Continue reading

The Season’s Play

The Season’s Play

He was holding her hands on the meadow

Wrapped with love and care

Over the golden dandelions

Dancing in the whisper of the air.

Gasped at the ring before her

Of golden commitment to bet.

Veiled with the perfect copper red sky

An “I do” in the spring sunset. Continue reading