The celebration commenced without event. The party swirled around me — like a square dance around me– as I stood totally still in the middle of the dance floor. Totally still. For here was life, dancing. And I knew then that life was… still. How…

We take a walk down to the rivers edge, trailing the wooden planks that host our feet above the water, dried pine needles evoke the smell of winter, you hold my hand, nothing but dried brush and a chilled air greet us, we make our way down the…

Steeling herself against the cold Looking at the path unfolding The planks brittle and splintering Creaking beneath her weight Breathing in the cleansing air Knowing her dreams Are out here, somewhere Searching for what she thinks Is lost to only her If she’d only still,…

Would that I could be built by man So that beyond my weary growth I could be reflected and simultaneously reflect Which would allow my structure to stand Up above the weeds and flowers both Unable to upon my roots project A strangled and cramped…

Boat of empty Love   Sailing the boat of friendship, Never thought of that stored bricks. Collected to make the love wall, Which never thought would ever fall. The stored bricks were not strong, As they left unburned. Those were collected for love wall, Lost…

I stepped out onto the cool flagstone step.. The sun beat me like an incessant drum. Roasting the pavement like the fires of Purgatory.. I looked before me, I looked behind me, I looked to my right, I looked to my left. The Ancient of…

I rose up and walked away from what I knew: my comfort zone, familiarity, knowing what I had, knowing what I would never have. I built my walls and my own comfort zone, became familiar with myself. I have been lonely, I have been broken,…

    Lead me the way Looking beyond What lies ahead   Conquering oneself Be with nature Always in touch   Moving innermost desire Illuminating anew New ways to grasp at       5:16 am PST 14/08/2016 © ROY MARK AZANZA CORRALES

High above the city With my face pressed against the glass I watched the lights dance with the people, looking like rhythmical black specs jockeying for position on the gray pavement blew

The trunk is straight all the way up With branches at 100 maybe 110 degree angles. Half of the trunk is lighter than the other half But the line doesn’t go straight down the middle. Leaves cast shadows on the trunk And wounds from cut…