Sunday, June 17, 2012


The Sun is so pressing at times-- so I thirst. I thirst so incredibly, I search aimlessly to satisfy myself. A search that seems never-ending. The bronzing of my skin and the squint of my eyes are evidence of my quest.  I was getting use to the dehydration. But at least, water appears out of the dryness I call life---my oasis. I run. I kneel to gulp the water I ought to sip. Unwavered by the intoxication that soon to ensue, I drink and drink.
I look up for just a moment still feeling the heat and pressure from the Sun, but at this moment my thirst is satisfied. I think to myself, "is this how it will be, nomadic forever, traveling from one oasis to the next?" I stop thinking to enjoy my satisfaction. The satisfaction was so real,I drink until my oasis ran dry--just like everything around it. Damn... I thirst again. The push of the pressure of the Sun is strong, I move on. I vow never to stop at another oasis again; no matter how much I have the need to be quenched. I will walk and walk until I find an ocean to satisfy my thirst for a lifetime.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Your distance brings me peace...I think.

Direct eye contact-
You know the type that makes one's body react-
And a sparkle, a tangle ensues.
I haven't felt this feeling for months on end.
"Fight the urge, "
I said in my head,
Because you have dues and vows.
So my self-esteem and ego took a bow-
To act like I didn't want it would take a valiant performance.
It taunted us,
Well, me actually.
But, your distance brings me peace

This made me cry inside,
But you are good people.
So good,
When I first experienced you,
I felt as we were equals.
The sounds and vibrations were too loud-
So you said it was too much-
And we had to calm it down.
But you re-thought it,
And I revealed in the fact that-
Your distance brings me peace.

I think about riverside views,
And the moment when something beautiful is due.
Conversely, I am lost by not having these things-
And it just that "thing."
Can't quite put my finger on it.
Especially, when naked bodies and naked fingers,
Become the composition for the time-being.
It seems, your distance brings me peace.

My stomach drops to the pit of my core,
As I soar -
Up and down this roller-coaster,
Little too fast and high than I am use to.
All wrapped into one.
A mutual understanding of
"Let's just make it fun."
No title nor label is drawn
But the feeling of comfort is born
So, you distance brings me peace-
I think.