Poem Five for the Hour Five he invented the pendulum of change welcomes each difference to create kaleidoscope of men’s healing grounds he is a matchstick lighting candles of small words of the small worlds he is a street corner of philosophy son of S.A.P.-Socrates,…

Nameless Unforeseen, sudden, fear heartbeat increases suddenly breathlessness I can’t breathe I…can’t…breathe Gasping, gasping for breath Hypervigilant Watching, watching my surroundings I can’t move… Nerves thrumming like guitar strings Silver, a taste of metal in the back of my throat Am I going crazy?

pink and white blossoms floating gently to the ground, like fresh falling snow.

Mommy is giving me that look again I wish we would just play pretend She’s going to lean in close to my face Very seriously, while making sounds I don’t understand Wait… I think this mumble jumble gibberish The grown ups speak has meaning Now…

My Miracle is yet to meet my yearning soul Still scanning this Universe with some light years ahead of us He and I are like lost stars in this ocean of constellations The crescent moon is at bay with its beaming glory Unknown ’til now…

I have power buttons and thunder sounds, And they complain I run too loud. But I stand still, balanced On their window sill, Half in and half out, In the heat and in the house. I may not look like a ballerina, But that is…

Maybe it was out of my loneliness? Or the phantom he left behind, ever day? You were here when I needed most A face that smiled when I smiled Got all nervous and shy, whenever our eyes met for longer than a pause Or just…

(an ovillejo)  I cannot see these blues. Do you? The sky’s an empty sea. See me with all that I hold dear sitting here? A truth I must hold near: My light still shines, but you may be blind. Do you see me sitting here?

I imagine my mother’s hateful life, how she wishes she could be someone else, and I, too, wish I could be someone else. I imagine stardome like my idols, how everyone loves to see them preform. I do want to deviate from the Norm. I…