Unfounded
Wasted time during the day
insomnia in the eve
what’s really influencing me
Is it really there or the fright of what could be
I didn’t notice
I didnt notice I broke your heart
Virginia Carraway Stark
When did I last hear from you?
Or did you expect to hear back from me?
You summed it up when I walked away
And didn’t notice that I broke your
Exposed heart
I didn’t know you were playing
To keep me
It didn’t seem that serious to me
It’s been awhile
To hear this is such a matter
For years and crying
My love wasn’t even in the table
Because I didn’t know
How little I noticed you
Broke your heart
a doubter
seeing is what one may adhere upon
believing embedded in deep trust and support
approaching time sake moments
incidents arising surely doubts in consideration
becoming critical to someone which not fully trusting completely
because a veil of undetermined actions and motivation allays such circumstance
it truly changes from trustful person to a doubter
seeking evidences and motives underlying principle
encroaching the mind and the spirit leading to this state of doubt
reaping a doubter in the midst of living
Man Evolves
Cold tires
Dries
Mint –Skies
Into a fine
Sculpted eye
Fires- Ancient designs
Intertwined ice
Heart line
Defined
Equal signs
In life
Untitled Woman
The woman was a writer
Her children, her husband, her friends
knew her only as
a mother, a wife, a friend.
Alone, as she wrote,
she came alive.
A Person, an Artist of Words.
She wrote with her tears,
her laughter, her spirit.
With each passage she wrote,
a little bit of her life
emptied onto the page;
She created masterpieces.
With her words,
the oceans came alive;
the trees moved to the music of orchestras;
and the wind breathed new life into the world.
But when her symphony ended,
nobody knew about
the oceans; the trees; or the wind.
Poem22/24 “tRuE LoVE”
Love is a magical word
Where two person felt a love in their heart
Even how far each other
They will sacrifice to find ways to embrace
There’ll be people around who’s envy
Making stories from one person to another
Making those couple separate
With no specific reason to take
What about those vows?
Those promises?
Its just like that!
From a one envy family nor friend
A tongue can ruin one love
Yes! They are separated!
And those people around them cheer!
Ola! At lastt! That girl is a slut!
And you don’t deserve her!
The girl, named Maria walked away
Still hoping for the love she play
And the boy named Mario find another wife
That his family accept
He don’t love the second wife
He also long for the love he play
He seek Maria
He found, but
Maria doesn’t want to live with him
In order to avoid gossips and trouble
Yes! They are separated
Yet, a very good communication they kept
A string of “love”
They use to play
Within those vows, and promises,
Along those wrinkled bruises
They separate
They communicate
They love
23
twitch of a hand
movement forward
withdrawal
tapping fingers on
a wooden surface
turn of the head
to a side
blank stare
turn of the head
towards the screen
exhale
twitch of a hand
movement forward
lingering
hand lowering
on top of
the mouse
clicking “send”
Random Thoughts
In the light of the morning sun
I look into your eyes
And know that even though you smile
You actually lie
Yearning, wondering
Laughing on the outside but really crying
I want to ask why but i hesitate
You will answer
In your diplomatic non-answering answering way
I don’t know what I can say or do
To make you smile from inside out
It seems everything on earth has surpassed your understanding
And your yearnings ask for more
I can’t give you more
I don’t know what more is
I wish I did or maybe I didn’t
You are not my problem right
Or maybe I am wrong
What if my whole purpose in life is to make you smile?
I wish
Now here maybe tomorrow
I can start maybe
Now I wonder off to the place far off
Where sometimes I go to be alone
Away from you, from them
Alone by myself but not lonely
Alone but not quite
My guide awaits
I am sometimes armoured
With weapons you can’t possibly see
Or maybe you can
If you want, Really want
You can have it too
If you want, if you want.
Poem 17: In Case of Fire
Please save Virginia. You know-
Virginia Woolf. She’s been with me
since 1984, rising out of doom,
given new life by some sculptor’s
knowing hands. The shape of her hair,
the contours of her face, just right
in some kind of mottled metal.
I don’t know if she would burn,
but I wouldn’t want to take the chance,
after all she’s been through, drowning
herself, being used as fodder by Edward
Albee and countless others. No, I am not
the least bit afraid of her or whether she
might do it again, might fling herself
into the fire if she got half the chance.
Not on my watch, dear. I love your writing
too much to lose you now. So come on,
get in the car. We are still in the race.
Wherever I roam, you will always be there,
giving my rooms some style, some grace.
hour 18
On this road I drive, through the farmlands
I see all the farmers field that one has corn and that one has cows
A little further down is the chicken barns farm fresh eggs for sale says the sign
I drive a little further and there is the pick your own berry farm oh the memories as a child those strawberries we would pick I would eat more than I put in the basket
There is the hard working farmers working the land to provide us with food
Tractors and combines hard at work as I drive down this road I think wow its hard to keep a farm going
Thank you Mr farmer for the foods you supply I can’t wait to get home and give some a try