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  • Silent Suffering

    June 9th, 2018

    Silent suffering
    Incessant pain,
    undiagnosed trauma
    And constant rain

    In your darkest hour
    Remember your name,
    Search for strength
    You are not to blame

    Who can know your sorrow?
    Who can know your plight?
    Who can measure your resolve?
    They haven’t lived your life

    Years have passed
    And you have endured,
    Still the road is hard
    Still you long for more

    Peace of mind
    Has been a dream,
    Although you smile
    It is not as it seems

    Behind the eyes
    Is where it stays
    In silent suffering,
    You live day by day.

  • Hunts Point Blues

    June 8th, 2018

    She walks in the night’s shadows, soliciting customers as they pass by. There is a sadness in her eyes; a profoundly deep and troubled look, that only the streets could fathom. The years have passed by, and her once radiant beauty has turned into a weathered face, and aging body. The streets are cold and unforgiving, as it takes of her essence and leaves her destitute with no assurance of life or future happiness. She is lost in a world of drugs and alcohol as she sells herself to feed her addiction. Her heart is heavy with sorrow and her story is one of pain and turmoil. She stands under a street light and lights a cigarette. She inhales deeply and allows the nicotine to enter her lungs and invade her bloodstream. Her eyes show no emotion as she stares into the dark night. Eyes that scour blocks and alleyways for signs of imminent danger, while at the same time keeping a keen sense for potential customers as she makes her rounds on a summer night in Hunts Point. She can feel a piece of her soul leave her every time the undignified exchange takes place. After the deed is done, crumpled and dirty bills are given, while more than flesh is taken. Still, the night goes on, as shadowy figures move about on the rough and gritty streets. She seeks out other peddlers of the night to make another exchange, but this time she will pay for the euphoria she seeks; it has become a part of her now. She relies on it to make it through the night. The days wane and the nights are long. It lies dormant during the day, but it is in the night, that the streets are awakened with activity. The sordid cycle is repeated again and again; Faces disappear and are never seen again. The years fade away like leaves in the wind. Some familiar characters can still be seen walking on dark blocks, as the sound of crushed glass can be heard under foot. A look into their eyes, and the soul can be seen. In a moment’s notice their story is told.

  • Expressions of Love

    June 7th, 2018

     

    My lady; how was your day? I have long awaited your arrival. Let me take the time to say I love you, and that you are a wonderful woman and excellent mother. This evening, let us do something out of the ordinary. Let us go out on the town and enjoy the evening.  Let me romance you, as we discuss the origins of our love, and remember our first kiss. Darling, you are a beautiful woman; your eyes speak to my soul. Your elegance is unprecedented, and your soothing voice moves me into deep and undiscovered emotions. I remember your tears of joy the day I asked you to be my wife, forever to love and cherish. I have taken you to your favorite restaurant, and have ordered your most enjoyable appetizers and entrees. We will savor sweet red wine with our fine meals, and share desert. How was your dinner my love? Allow me to move my chair closer to yours, so I can hold and kiss you. Let the crowds gaze upon our affection and see the nature of our true love. In these precious moments our love is rekindled over and over. I truly only have eyes for you. The night is young yet, my darling. Let us enjoy live music in an intimate setting, and slowly dance together while we kiss. I love seeing your smile and hearing your laughter, as humor fills our hearts. With the cares of the world behind us, a nightcap is certainly warranted. My lady, I want you now more than ever; let us take our leave and go to our home. We will explore each other passionately, and with profound sensuality. I will pleasure you unselfishly, and we will go to the deeper depths, and higher heights of intimacy. You are my one and only love. Goodnight honey; let us sleep in peaceful bliss.

  • Ode to The Cherry Blossom Tree

    June 6th, 2018

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    O lovely Cherry Blossom tree! In spring you bloom
    And spread your glorious canopy; your edible petals
    Invigorate my taste buds and cause my spirit to be happy;
    Your fragrance is intoxicating; your natural perfume is
    Wondrously lovely! Let me spend the morning and the
    Evening with you; let me bask in your glory as I sit in the
    Shade underneath your heavenly beauty; Your softness;
    Your delicacy; your lovely pink and white colors: They all
    Enthrall me! Your wonderful elegance is evident as you Pose
    In gorgeous display! How many ways can I show my appreciation
    And love for you, O Cherry Blossom? I await your yearly arrival 
    With much anticipation and impatient glee; I prepare A picnic
    Basket with savory wines and tasty appetizers to enjoy in the 
    Presence of  your most inviting company! In the warmth of  the
    Sunshine, on the bark of  your tree, I will write a lovely poem for you;
    O lovely Cherry Tree! Next April come back, and please blossom once
    Again for me.

  • Essence in Light

    June 5th, 2018

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    In her moment of solitude she has found peace and light in her heart. The tranquility of her mind overtakes her, as her body is warmed by the feelings of love and happiness. She lifts her head to the sky to witness the glory of the heavens as she whispers a short prayer. Tears roll down her face as she releases her heavy burdens, and as the light flushes out the darkness. The yokes of iron that held her captive, and in sorrow have been broken. The hurt that she carried so long has been decimated and replaced with healing; a soothing balm of unconditional love, understanding and peace of mind has covered her. The deep scars of the past have disappeared, and the pain in her memory has been washed away. She has come home to her true self; she has recaptured her spirit; her essence is more precious than the most polished of the rarest metals and diamonds. She had always been a free spirit, but she had lost her way. Her bright light was dimmed by the people who had used her and had taken freely of her essence. Her spirit was like a trapped bird wailing in sorrow to be released into the air to fly once more, but they could never take the hope and the beauty inside of her. Her eyes have cried so many tears, and she has endured so much pain. Nights of anguish without any sleep as she sought rest, but could find only anxiety, as intrusive thoughts invaded her mind. The weariness of her body and of her mind were enough to make the angels cry. Her heart is a hidden gem and light exudes from her. No one can take of her energy any longer, for she bathes in light and her essence has overtaken her. Her spirit has been made whole again in divine healing and she is blessed. She walks in the wondrous nature of the earth with joyous laughter and her spirit is free. The sounds of the valley streams are calming as she drinks of the pure and cool water, reviving her soul once more.

  • Dark Waters

    June 3rd, 2018

    It has taken me away. It has dragged me into deeper and darker waters. It seeks to drown me. It seeks to degrade my essence and erode my will. We have contended a long time now. Many moons have passed since that first fateful night. It has left me breathless: it has aggravated me to no end; it has drained me. It is incessant in its pursuit. I have been dragged so far out into rough waters that I can barely see the shore; it wanes in the distance. As the dusk of the twilight comes, the waters appear even darker than before. Sharks and creatures of the night sea stalk my every move; they seemingly await my ultimate end with eager intent. I have lost count of the seasons since it took me from my home. I long for the warmth and comfort of my bed. I long for normalcy and peace in my house, but my reality is suffering and pain. I have swam; I have dove the deeper depths, only for it to pull me back. It has become my captor. It has forced me to dig into the deeper depths of my soul. I have found hope there; I have found the untouched parts of me. Still the waters are cold, and they render me listless as I lethargically wade in the darkness, while looking up at a bright full moon. The stars look down upon me and seem to weep at the poignancy of my plight. My flesh has become wrinkled and hypothermia has set in. Polaris winks at me as my will fades. I will take its signal and muster the strength for one more valiant swim. I will try to break free from the chains, and hitch a ride on the wings of the angels. The waters at the shore rise, as the full moon brings in the high tide; its light reflects on the dark waters.

  • Undying Love

    June 2nd, 2018

    The scent of her perfume intoxicates me. She is soft and feminine. Gold bangles on her wrists and she wears her necklace beautifully. She is loving and giving of herself. Always endearing. Always even tempered. Slow to anger and full of life. She is joyful. She is beautiful inside and out; a patient and loving mother who children adore and love. The tone of her voice is as calm and peaceful as a valley stream, and her songs are as beautiful as gold leaf. Her almond eyes are mysterious and entrancing; she is my friend, a queen who would never see her king fall.

    When we are gone our legacy of love will forever touch the world and the remnants of our names will be eternally whispered. The depths and strength of our love spoken of like an ancient mystery. I could never replace her nor would I want to; her long black hair falls delicately and rests on the silhouette of her back. I stare in amazement and ponder, what can I do but smile? She smiles back at me and nothing needs to be said; no words spoken. I love her.

    She is my lady and I care for her, and trust her with my life. In the morning when I go out she says a prayer for me and when I return she kisses me gently and embraces me in her warmth. I’ve missed her and it’s a joy to see her. We are forever  connected, and if she were ever to cry, her tears would be my tears, and when she laughs her joy is my joy. As night falls the moon is bright. I open a window to let in the cool night air, and as she lie, the moonlight reflects on her shimmering skin. Her face and body are illuminated; she is beautiful. She falls asleep peacefully and I cover her body with white linen and kiss her. It begins to storm outside.

  • Sentiments of Love

    June 2nd, 2018

    Her elegance and the the way she moves captivates me. She brushes her long hair and begins to sing. Joy fills the room and she is happy. I love these moments with her; the way she takes away the restless thoughts and worries of the world. She is a free spirit. An intelligent and kind woman whose beauty is unparalleled. She is a breath of fresh air; eclectic, and non-argumentative; we come together in love and understanding. We live in peace and harmony. We had both been hurt before and we found each other. Two kindred souls who had loving hearts, and a lot of love to give. We were a haven and a shelter for one another. We embraced and wrapped ourselves in the warmth of our love and we never looked back.

    I love looking at her; she brings me joy and warms my heart. We talk effortlessly. So much emotion; so much love. So many feelings involved. I had prayed to find a woman like her; to find real love. A love that can’t be explained or conveyed. A love that is unbreakable. We spent many late nights sharing our stories of hurt and pain. We cried together; we bonded and held each other. We both found a rock and shelter in the storm; a haven for the brokenhearted and those with heavy sorrows. A place with warmth and light; a place where there is joy and peace. We value it; we fight for it. It is worth more than gold. More than diamonds. We honor each other. We love each other.

    It is a deeper understanding that is ethereal in nature. A heavenly experience; so much more than anything physical. It’s a transcending of this world, and of time and space. Our connection is an unprecedented occurrence that is dynamic in nature. Exuberant, and as bright as the sun. The immense constellations connect and tell the tale of our love. Light is released and every dark place is illuminated. We are one. Inseparable in this life and the next; distance could never hinder us; time could never break us. Death could never conquer us. Our hearts beat as one. Our descendants will carry our light and spread love throughout the world, touching hearts and minds. Eternally our love will live on.

  • Anna’s Story

    June 1st, 2018

    Her plight is suffering; her plight is pain
    A seemingly incessant and perpetual rain
    She is misunderstood by those she knows
    Who dismiss her sorrow and deride her woes
    With arrogance they laugh at her secret plight
    If they only knew her struggle and fight
    She has suffered in silence for many years
    She has kept her secret and hidden her fears
    A woman abandoned by those she loved
    Abused and traumatized; Deprived of love
    It has taken a toll on her precious mind
    For her mental health has been in decline
    Her treatments and therapy have never helped
    So she lives with the anguish inside of herself
    She self-medicates to numb the pain
    This is a story of sorrow;
    Anna is her name.

  • Restless Souls

    June 1st, 2018

    Souls roam restlessly with no peace;
    These are the souls of the broken hearted
    And unloved now deceased
    On earth’s realm they suffered in silent despair
    Without a moment of love or an inkling of care
    Abused and mistreated for most of their lives
    These souls that roam, please hear their cries
    In decades of sorrow and years of pain
    They just wanted acknowledgement;
    For you to know their name.

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