The Silence of Words

April 30th, last day of
Poetry Month, arrives
with showers, grey skies,
and sadness. Fitting I
suppose referring to
the old saying, ‘April showers,
May flowers’, those Springtime
colors designed to bring joy,
happiness, and the feeling of
self-worth, of being whole
and seen, alive in wonder.
Instead, this day…Read More

Time
Is it time
I guess it’s time for me
to give you information you see
Because I don’t know how I was going to work this day
Everyday is not like yesterday
I know that you’re surprised
I decided to do this at this moment
Why
I write poems, I write stories, I write facts
When it hits me, I have to give it to you
You understand that…Read More

April 30th: LOVE at Last Bite

April 30th arrives
with teeth made of twilight.
Not sharp,
not cruel,
just precise,
the kind of bite
that ends a month
without drawing blood.

It is the moment
when April leans in,
slowly,
deliberately,
and takes its last bite
out of everything
you thought this month was.

A bite of memory,
a…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXVI

For some reason April 29th
hung in the air like a full
moon, its beams finding you
through the open window, and

tickled your skin as you
slept. I watched you
breathing, breasts rising and
falling as the moon beams

frolicked their enthusiasm,
causing you to awaken slightly,
roll on your side,

And settle…Read More

The Lurker and the Birthday That Won’t Die

April 29th begins with the quiet truth
that life is a lurker.
It hides behind doors,
peeks through curtains,
waits in the corners
where the light forgets to reach.

It watches you
with the patience
of something that knows
you’ll eventually turn around.

And then,
as if the day nee…Read More

Ignited

You threw the match on gasoline
It was always flammable
It’s stable if not bothered
You did it, though
You struck the match
Watch it light
Then threw it.

Did you doubt it would light?
Did you want to see if it was destructive?
You knew it was
The temperature is hotter the closer you get
I advise you to stay away
Let the…Read More

The Pull

There’s a gravity to you,
quiet, irresistible,
the kind that pulls
without touching.

But when you do touch,
the night folds around us
like silk caught in a fist.

Your voice at my ear
undoes me faster
than the heat of your mouth
on my shoulder.

I fall into wanting,
into you.

© 2025

???

I sit before you
Blank
Random thoughts
Incoherents sounds
Nothing
Absolutly
Empty

Candle lit
Shows shadow
Places to hide
Alone

What is happening
I do not understand
I’ve scaled walls before
Beaten away the void

I dont like this
Alone
My thoughts
Have jagged teeth
Tearing at me
I hold it back

I sit here b…Read More

Endings and Beginnings

It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
two days closer to May. Something
unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
my sight.

Perhaps it was my over worked
imagination, a mind focused
entirely on the abstraction of
reality, or the discord of a
symphony that was playing
in my head.

Perhaps it was due to…Read More

The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather

April 28th arrives
as an infested house,
a structure trembling
under the soft, relentless weight
of everything that crawls,
buzzes,
flutters,
or insists on existing
in the cracks of the world.

It is not one kind of bug.
It is all bugs,
every species the ending world
has ever whispered into b…Read More

Just Think

Walking in with a smile
Feeling light as if at this very moment was the best

Walking in with a frown
Feeling pulled down and weary as if gravity has a vendetta

A tune comes to mind
“Don’t worry be happy”

A tune comes to mind
“Everybody hurts”

Open the window
A beautiful butterfly fly in

Open the window
A…Read More

A KISS #4

“Let’s not speak falsely now
the hour is getting late.”
(Song/poem ‘Along The Watch Tower’, written and sung
by Bob Dylan. But in this case think/imagine this song
sung/played by Jimi Hendrix, the Live Version)

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky”
-Jimi Hendrix, ‘Purple Haze’

Th…Read More

April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

April 27th begins
down the stairs,
all the way long,
each step a small surrender,
each landing a brief negotiation
between gravity and will.

It is a descent
that feels older than you,
a movement inherited
from every fall
you’ve ever survived.

But the day does not stay low…Read More

Rainbow Dreams

Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.

Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.

Those dreams,
where your…Read More

Not the right time

I wandered into this strange land
The beauty I have discovered
With no one to hold my hand
Only a bag and cloak to cover

I did not expect to find
A place to call my own
I moved space and time
Wanting to find a home

Then I met you
My world became so small
All my world views
Mean nothing to me at all

If I…Read More

April 26th – Water, Dust, and the Space Between Us

April 26th returns
like a remote memory,
one of those pale, trembling ones
that no longer knows
if it belongs to you
or to the air around you.

It brings back
what it was
between the two of us,
not the words,
not the gestures,
not even the moments,
but the texture of it,
the faint…Read More

Silence

Sit in silence
Watch and observe
They tell you things that are unspoken
As they are speaking

Hidden truths
Covered in a blanket of lie’s
Design to confuse

Practiced smiles
Paired with dead eyes
You wait…

Wait to see what’s the hook
What’s the product
What’s the goal

There is only one purpose
When you approach…Read More

Once: No Going Back

It’s the 25th day of Poetry Month,
and this must be said
with the honesty of reality.

There was hope once,
it flowed easily
from Summer’s green fields
strewn with wildflowers,
to Winter’s white,
with snowflakes of individuality.
But, it was a false hope,
one seen through illusion’s eye.
A lie,
told over and ove…Read More

The Day of Unbearable Truths

25th wakes up
with the taste of lies
still warm on its tongue.

Not grand lies,
not operatic betrayals,
but the small,
intimate ones,
the ones spoken softly,
the ones wrapped in promises,
the ones that sound like hope
until they don’t.

This is the day
when the month feels
an unbearable pain,
a b…Read More

Holding Hands

When they began
They held hands
They smiled
They illuminated the sky

Chairs were held
Giggles slipped freely
And the thought of
What base is a good one for this date

Time goes by
Rings were bought
Vows were said
In laws glare rivaling Spoke on star trek at Dr. McCoy

Every step in life taken
It was with a…Read More

The Louvre, the Funhouse, the Disco

April 24th arrives
already half‑forgotten,
like a dream you try to hold
but it keeps slipping
through the fingers of your mind.

It brings with it
a fading memory
of the main room
of the Louvre…
not the paintings,
not the tourists,
not the velvet ropes,
but the room itself:
its b…Read More

Nativity of Loss
(I will always love you, my heart.)

I read a poem that evoked a tear
a single, trembling drop
that spun me backward,
into shadows of what was
and the ever-present numbness
of could-have-beens.

25 days to go…
The air tastes different now,
heavier with memory,
as the earth tilts toward the same cold light
year a…Read More

MaryJane’s Last Dance

It was day 23 of Poetry Month
when you walked through the door,
And I said,
“Oh my, my. Oh hell yes”
as my eyes landed on
that party dress;
thigh high red with
a side slit stare, and
I was pulled into your sway.
MaryJane delights
played in my mind,
like how smoke and fog
swirled in kaleidoscope air,
and we be…Read More

Hello Me
It has been a while
You reached a plateau
traveling many miles

What you failed to do
Is see what is occurring around you

Or you’re choosing not
Not to see
Not to hear
Not to “oh my” share??

Me this can not be
Your voice and thoughts need..need..

To be set free
Free from the confines
Of societies vines…Read More

The Multicolored Vision of an Impossible Insect

April 23rd opens its eyes
in multiple colors at once.
Not a spectrum,
not a rainbow,
but a fractured prism
held together by the trembling wings
of an insect
that should not exist
and yet insists on doing so.

This creature,
half mosquito,
half fly,
half something else…Read More

The Feather
A single solitary feather falls into my palm
I smile ,,,
This feather as light as it is
Made it possible to soar into the sky
To catch a current and glide
I smile ,,,
Knowing that even though I am grounded
My thoughts soar like a bird
It catches the perfect flow
I just glide

The Day That Remembers What You Forgot

April 22nd is more than a day.
It is a melody you almost recognize,
a Beatles’ song that never made the album,
a tune humming in the back of your skull
like a childhood you can’t quite place.

It plays faintly,
as if someone left a radio on
in another universe.
You catch fragments,
a cho…Read More

Hell

Deep down in the fiery pits of hell,
war has started, if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons’ eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devil’s throne.

He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red-hot flames are prancing,
as the devil starts dancing…Read More

Thoughts

High expectations
Will never understand now
Will things ever change?

Love Sonnet LXXXV

Yaraa, as the stars echo your
name, I give you my heart
(te doy mi corazon).
There is no other way to

say this, as time passes and
you stare at my smile,
see into my nature and
intentions, that you have

given me hope, have given
me love, you have given
me life. Yaraa, you are

my peace (tu eras mi paz),
and…Read More

April 21st – The Corner Where the Wind Recites Salt

April 21st is not before.
It is not after.
It is the day that stands sideways
to the rest of the month,
a hinge with no door,
a moment that refuses
to belong to time at all.

It hovers.
It waits.
It breathes in a rhythm
that does not match the world’s pulse.

Around the c…Read More

Some times

There are times when things should be said
Things should be done
It is met with silence

Then there are times things are done
Without thought
Automatically

Sometimes things are said because it is felt
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back

But there is a sometimes

That trust is broken
A wound never…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXIV

You grab my hand, lead
me onto the floor, spin me
into your embrace, and sway
us into the music.

The music slows, you pull me
closer, our bodies feel the warmth
of the rhythm and the natural passion
of bump and grind. It’s an

older tune we are dancing
to, one that held us in our
youth, and you look at m…Read More

April 20th, The Quiet Inheritance…

April 20th does not speak.
It enters the room
like someone carrying a secret
too heavy for language.

No greetings.
No warnings.
Just a presence,
dense, deliberate,
a stone placed gently
on the month’s trembling chest.

This is the day
that keeps itself in silence,
not out of fear,
not out o…Read More

Torn
It’s hard to turn away
Even the thought takes effort
Knowing that this..,
This thing between you and I
Well has no real end
There was a beginning
Way back when…

I should leave
I am the embodiment of the word toxic
I know my faults
My shortcomings
I know that…
Still, I cannot leave

This thing is like a bungie cord
I drop…Read More

Steadfast Flame

Do not tire, do not fade
your small light still guides the way.

Lift your hands, whisper your hope
let mercy fall where hearts are closed.

Breathe, and breathe again
grace softens stone
faith carries flame.

Rise each day
extend your hand
your devotion flows
into the unseen, the unheard
everlasting.

Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord

April 19th wakes up
already arguing with itself.
It stretches, yawns,
and immediately disagrees
with the way the light enters the room.

But then,
in a twist only April could have invented,
it agrees
to disagree
as long as the disagreement
keeps agreeing
with the deeper, quieter truth
that…Read More

Peace not Granted

Oh come to me sacred peace
Unknowingly they participated
Volumes reaching levels unprecedented

Oh, come to me in sweet silence
For one more vowel of consonant spoken
I will meet the judge and jury

I see my end near…

18, The Nervous Breakdown of the Month

April 18th does not walk in.
It bursts.
It arrives trembling,
breathing too fast,
eyes wide,
hands shaking
as if it has been running
from itself all night.

This is the day of the nervous breakdown,
the day when the month
finally admits
it has been faking composure
since the…Read More

Complicated

When the night is still young

The moon has not fully come out to chase the sun away

My heartbeat begins a new rhythm

Smell of honey and cream in the air

Slow music played in the heat of seduction

Tonight I am prepared to treat you a cherished jewel

Not anyone will receive this

Your not just anyone and you know…Read More

The Star That Sneezes the World Apart

17th arrives
with no warning,
no prelude,
no gentle clearing of the throat.

It comes as a sneeze,
a sudden, violent expulsion
from the lungs of a star
too ancient to care
about the consequences.

One sharp burst of light,
one cosmic exhalation,
and everything nearby
is scorched into a…Read More

Four minutes left

Just like my words

Leaving me in my time of need

It does not matter what I do because the words wont come out

Two minutes left

I am done for and its for the best 

Its pressure on top of pressure

No more time….

My poetry is all in the picture … Sorry might have to read sideways

April 15½

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month.

Pray…
not to gods,
not to ghosts,
but to the middle
of this faking month,
this sagging spine of April
where the days begin to wobble
under their own weight.

Pray for the midpoint,
the lukewarm center,
the hinge where nothing happens
and everything threatens to.

Because…Read More

Honor, Respect, Loyalty

Honor was not just a word 

It was inner compass

Felt deep within

Respect is earned

Not demanded like a spoiled brat

Given willing

Loyalty is fleeting

What once was sort out

Is now blown away like a puff of smoke

April 15th – The Hour of Blocks, Locks, and the Moon That Refuses

April 15th strikes
not like a day
but like an hour:
15th o’clock,
a time that does not exist
and yet insists on happening.

It arrives as a block,
a solid interruption
in the flow of April,
a square of time
that refuses to melt
into the rest of the month.

Then c…Read More

Learning to swim

I dove into the ice cold pool
Sunk to the bottom
A memory immediately surfaced
I was supposed to make bubbles
Being pulled and breaking surface
I looked into fearful eyes
“I forgot the bubbles”

That soft, God-sized silence

that soft, God-sized silence
breathing through me

what your quiet looks like
when it has a place to live

old soul shimmer
still arriving

The Infinite Repetition of a Pink‑Clad Madman

April 14th does not progress.
It repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats again.

It is the day caught in its own echo,
a looped corridor of hours
that refuse to move forward,
a calendar glitch
that feels almost intentional.

On this day,
time folds like a sheet of paper
creased too many t…Read More