Native New Yorker

I like the way you talk

The way you pick your music

The way you drive so goddamn fast

The way you just stick out

Like things weren’t ever meant to last

The way your media gets to my brain

The way everything you do when you act

You act like it’ll begin to rain

You remind me of a motorcycle rider in New York

You smile at me although I act like a bottle of whiskey and I’m its cork.

I cherish you friend till the very end

I hope someday we’ll meet around a bend

You act so cool

Your tunes make me drool

Although I’m quiet

Well, we’ll never tie it

I love your rides

As the time abides

You’re like New York

He’s like Colorado

But I can’t stand the rain in Colorado.

And I say he’s just a friend.

And this too will not last

The Psychopath

A corpse perhaps of a carcass you accidentally left behind of which you cannot bear to look upon no more as teardrops;

parasites as they dig into your thoughts moving slowly into your nostrils as you try to recall me near you.

To a flashback you cannot leave behind. Is it ghosts pleasuring you? Or is it the memory of you killing me that you want so much back in your mind? The subtle kisses, the strange starry waltzes at midnight? Do you remember? Do you not?

Save Me

He was a man with passions that I could not fulfill….

The chalice of true love filled with the abundance of pure innocence and sensitivity yet so slight; so very gentle making you seem to me as though I am untouchable….

but your heart is like a locket I wish oh how I wish to open

but alas,

cannot….

for that which i have found at last is empty and stays locked away in the maze of your garden….

that; which hid the fruit of love with which he’d commence with was the true source of all that was love….

At first he needed someone who could love him…..

and he and most other men were always right about this when they followed their hearts and looked inside their souls….

but then he thought mostly;

who would be the right one herself…..

He was a capable man who never tread in his own sunlight under his own golden sun….

But in the moonlight I think of you and say to myself….

“And if you are to love;

love as the moon loves;

it does not unveil the night-it only unveils the beauty of the dark…..” (1)

the darkness of that which is your soul….

and that of you I love because

my darling…..

thee only one thing that is killing you and one thing that is not….

is love and hate…..

choose your poisons wisely…..

“may you touch dragonflies and stars;

dance with fairies and talk to the moon….” (2)

for he was drunk on thee idea that love and only love could save him….

(1) – Al-thibeh Isra

(2) – Anonymous

The Big Bad Wolf

One thing about bad boys is that sometimes they are so good at hiding secrets; but another thing commonly known about them are their looks and when they love; they are so soft that until the time is right; they become hard; tough lovers….

The thing about bad boys is not that they are pretentious; they are sensually sensitive which makes them so bad….

Another thing; they are never truly happy until they have found the right match.

I don’t know….

Some girls always had a thing for the wolf….

The Moon Dream

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

She was like the moon,

Part of her was always hidden.

I dreamt of her one night on a sandy dune

With raven hair and soft red lips and skin as white as snow the kind of woman that will make you croon.

So carefully I tread where I thought no man could tread with other men

So willingly I was to break hearts to sink ships and to sing to her my little tune.

So willful to try to break her heart only to find it was a stone in thee icy rune

And as I lunged to dream again; I felt my heart throbbing distilled from my consciousness then,

If I could bare the mere memory of her scent I wouldn’t think to ever have gotten over it or ever had it ridden to soon

I think of my darling raven haired girl from time to time with lips of red and skin soft as snow as I do sometimes lie in the fine sandy dune.

I’ve longed to tell her exactly how I feel but the dream was gone too soon again

But now I cast my fish to fortune let alone a rune.

I saw her one Summer on a somewhat golden afternoon.

She had somewhat changed and her smile and laughter was golden.

I knew somewhere that it was hidden beneath the voice of her seductive croon.

She was like the moon.

Part of her was always hidden.

And the air I played a tune

So that I would see her again someday soon.

The Wolf & The Moon

I was a wolf

And she my moon

For on moonlit nights

I could never catch her

So I cried every night and I ran underneath her mysteriously lit aural light and then as I ran through the dark; she was my only light for she guarded me and lit my way.

As she looked down on me

like magic.

The Bet

I bet you the wolves howl at the moon for you just as the stars that fall in and out of the sky.

Just as long as I was in your arms, I don’t mind being…..

Yet…. I still think of you in the Springtime when all was calm and the air was crisp.

And in the Summertime when you and I fell asleep in the park when the sunset was at its peak.

But after all in the subtle Autumn breezes, we would play in the leaves as they turned crisp and brown….

But now all those seasons are gone; but I’ll wait until the next after the next till you return.

And I bet you always will….

Even when it is too late….

THE STAR - TAROT CARD OF THE DAY - March 18th, 2019

MENTAL ASPECT

Wishful thoughts; brooding

PHYSICAL ASPECT

A weak point in one’s life

AESTHETIC ASPECT

Innocent thoughts; questions; purity

SPIRITUAL ASPECT

Wishing for something that is very close to the heart and to the head.

REFLECTIONS

Keep wishful thinking in your thoughts and they will come true.

Look beyond the veil….

Looking back on yesterday’s card; investigate the matters that led to the wish and you’ll be able to wish on the right star…

THE HIGH PRIESTESS - TAROT CARD OF THE DAY - March 17th, 2019

MENTAL ASPECT

Brainstorming secrets.

A veil revealed.

A need for mental stability and privacy.

A secret about what is being held inside the veil….

A healthy mentality…,

PHYSICAL ASPECT

A healing session when all is kept quiet. Good body posture.

AESTHETIC ASPECT

An unveiling. Secrets revealed; misguided judgement of the heart. Things unbearable to think of.

SPIRITUAL ASPECT

Not a good day for psychics.

Finding the truth out artistically through painting or through writing.

REFLECTIONS

A very ugly time for a reminder of something ugly will not benefit for good health.

Confrontation and certain talks needed.

Look beyond the veil….

FOUR OF PENTACLES - TAROT CARD OF THE DAY - March 16th, 2019

MENTAL ASPECT

A reflective power which includes instinct….

Power in the form of air acting like earth.

Good mental health…

A great time to have mentally sound stimulation and energy.

PHYSICAL ASPECT

A sound diet and a good physically fit body.

AESTHETIC ASPECT

Quarrels here and there.

One should not grasp the thorn if you wish to grasp the rose.

Good luck for the overly confident.

Satisfaction in what one wants and needs in truth; what makes one happy…..

A good day… for revenge.

SPIRITUAL ASPECT

Good vibes in finding out the truth.

A reflective spirit.

A good day for psychics.

Feeling over-confident.

REFLECTIONS

A good time to gunnysack people with your new knowledge.

Use the power to keep you alive and use your confidence because it will get you somewhere.

THE SUN - TAROT CARD OF THE DAY - March 15th, 2019

MENTAL ASPECT

A Reflection of oneself is done….

Rejuvenation of self-realization and wants….

A reunion of mental thoughts and good reasoning…..

The revealing of thoughts….

Everything under the sun….

PHYSICAL ASPECT

A good time to exercise and stay fit….

AESTHETIC ASPECT

Feeling good today….

Good vibes; feeling confident

Satisfaction in what one wants and needs in truth; what makes one happy…..

A good day…

SPIRITUAL ASPECT

Purity; friendship

REFLECTIONS

Use the broad scope of seeing things and you will know exactly where they stand and you will be able to have the knowledge to know the mindset of others’ intentions…..

Now is a good time of recognition to someone’s true feelings and thoughts….

Poetry

In the hospital at the very last day of the man who stopped breathing; a handsome young man came up to me and asked,

“Why would you read them poetry while they’re sick at their bedside?”

I simply told him,

“Because they deserve it. Poetry is like a musical song where the words dance in someone’s canvas to make beautiful music, where the words are a string to someone’s guitar. Now imagine the world without poetry. We would always be serious about life and never wonder where it would’ve taken you.”

He looked at me and took a look into my eyes and said.

“You breathe your poetry through your lips.”

I sighed as he jauntily walked away.

A Villanelle For A Broken Heart....

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

My heart was broken before I met you.

I had no hope.

I thought you could come and save me from my wall; and you broke right through it. Just like you left me. In two.

It is so hard now to get over you.

But your love kept pulling me to be better like a rope.

But it was all I could do to heal to get over you too.

I hope that someday you’ll get to see me again soon but now; it is not a good thing to do.

I wish sometimes you would’ve been more understanding when it came to a broken mirror of past memories so I can cope.

My heart was broken before I met you.

Now I don’t understand how everything was happening all at once but never really began to me or to you

I will never be somewhere in your memory, but when I’m gone, you will somewhere be in mine, but it’ll be too late down the slippery slope

When you told me you didn’t want me; I couldn’t choke back tears because I couldn’t cope by wondering if you had felt the same way too.

I will never make the mistake of trying to fix you, but you sure know how to tell me to leave. And that’ll fix you.

I will wait for you forever. Because in truth; I’ve waited long for love in hope

My heart was broken before I met you.

I had no hope for me or for you

So down I went through the slippery slope

For you to find me was my only hope

The only way that I would cope.

A Broken Heart

I had a tender

heart and you just had to break

it all over and

over again you shook me

when I thought you could mend me.

Fall Forever

You’re the moment I wanna feel forever

And fall forever into

You’re the dream I want forever

And

I don’t care if I don’t wake up

I wanna keep feeling the brush of your lips against mine

And Goddamn they are soft….

As soft as petals

You taste like strawberries

And you smell like fresh gingerbread.

The rise and fall into and from thee abyss.... The flooding of Atlantis

And thus, a mighty wind flew upon me and I was stabbed with a spear to join the Leviathan

And Satan laughing took me

The fierce and the dreaded wrath of God and his con

I was confined and tortured till the day Satan threw me into thee abysmal pit knowing I could not die and tried to blind my heart so I dare not see.

I was in a deep dark pit for thousands of years until the kindness of her smile threw me to a desert and my love became as gone.

Again I was young but his wrath not free for as I fell I found the desert drowning me; chained as my wings and I fell into the sea.

The Fall of The Chalice....The loss of his bride....An Ode

I have lost the battle to seek thee unseeable

Only to find my beloved drenched in blood the color of all the roses of the garden

To find Eden in blood just to speak thee unspeakable

Youth lay dead; scripture unreadable

I found I was crying alone in his garden and that God doth not pardon

That secrets and kisses and fuck out of unknown love seeable.

The Fall of Saint Michael and His Redemption.... A Ballad

Once in Eden; the garden;

My heart palpitates around her soul; her smile and her knowledge amongst sin and doth harden.

My tongue tied; loins throbbing amongst human heart and head among my beloved’s beauty to seek the chalice of love for I know that if I love and to be loved through human eyes; she shall redeem me.

I must have her but deep in my heart I know what I must do, but upon my angst of temptation, God for I know doth not pardon.

Dreaming

I used to swing from the clouds and look down at the earth;

Hoping….

That someday love would catch me…..

And this night; including this starry night;

I look up at the moon and as I am walking home;

I go to sleep….

Dreaming of you.

Moonlight Becomes You

The sounds of birds in the trees singing with your head on my stomach.

It’s these days that make me think of you on a sunset at the beginning of the nighttime.

You bring my spirits up as you smile at the setting sun kissing my hair on some grassy knoll.

The sun as yellow as gold,

The sky with bits of pink here and there….

The golden sunset becomes you.

But you slip away deep into the far heart of its darkness,

but then the moonlight becomes you….

As palm trees sway in the air.

The Thing About Fierce Queens

Most people would kill for a queen like that.

A fierce but very damn good queen.

As he watched her from his turret, he muttered as she set the last man on fire, with the entire kingdom,

“That is a queen you fight for. A queen who knows hell and uses it about her. Like a snake waiting to strike at any cost.”

But the righteous knew that if you touch her the right way, she would cease and desist.

How To Try To Leave

As the stars tremble, the pale, silver moonlight hits your face.

And I begin to realize that you are the worst mistake I would’ve taken all over again.

Even if I tried, I could never get away from you.

What with all this hell.

I will take you with me;

From rags to riches.

It’s titled “How To Try To Leave” because the truth is that you can’t….