Poems In Progress

Contact.

we spill lust from pore to pore as we share secret glances our visual exploration a lewd gaze burning beneath our skin and every word u speak resounds in mind desire and mind collide between ears at every brush of batted lashes, makes my chest pulse to the rhythms of your silence these… are my… Continue reading Contact.

Poems In Progress

Unrequited

Even today, I swear it was me (our lips, wet shades of brown glistening in the wake of our want cocoahoneymolasses conglomerate of passionate kiss: prefervid and locking in ardor. We bore witness to crescent moons, conversation to outlive sun’s lifetimes, way of the world debated with embrace. Two wholes reborn anew were we; I… Continue reading Unrequited

Poems In Progress, Stream of Conscious (SOC)

S.o.c. 5/16/15

"Its okay to be your own focus." I say to myself during each moment of divine clarity that pass so swiftly im reminded acutely of cowardice in past time regarding all markers of personal progression. Ive made a vow to dwell there no other reason than to learn. Thus I digress.  Let me not revel… Continue reading S.o.c. 5/16/15

Journal Entries

There is no feeling more heavy…

... than the weight of carrying your old self around in search of the new within you. There is no task more daunting and yet more necessary and more powerful than acceptance in the face of that discovery. NO act is more important on a path to authenticity than letting go of the old you… Continue reading There is no feeling more heavy…

Journal Entries

I remember…

...things based on how emotionally attached I was/am in the moment. There are moments, phrases, feelings and situations I remember with glaring clarity.   Every nuance of them  replays in my mind like a record skipping under an old needle.  It's not that they are always pleasant to remember (frankly, most aren't), but because of how… Continue reading I remember…