A heart break

Black and white, blurry

Echoes, indistinctive whispers

Distorting, a world of silhouettes


Watered, her eyelids

Rushing, the blood within

Insane, an erupting mind


Aching, a heart out of glass

Shattered by a flying arrow

Carrying with it, a black rose


Lost in thought (my honeymoon)

I’ve always enjoyed being outdoors

The touch of the sun on my face,

Welcoming it with a smile, head high

And as my long dark hair floats freely

With the brief kiss of the wind

Appearing satin under the morning light

Making me ablaze with excitement,

Doing light kicks in the air


Spirited, I would raise my arms

And imagine am flying

Making spiral turns to the ground

On a glide in the mountains

Watching the make of massive rocks

Appearing emerald, like huge gems

Bronze-like, in parts that lack flora

A beautiful mosaic of natural art


With a light blow, I would land

Next to our wooden cottage

Variant in color like beeswax

In the center of a thick forest

Just two turtles in a pond

You and I, alone together

Embracing under one umbrella

With a sway off my feet


We would stand grabbing tightly each other’s hands

Rose petals in your pocket, magenta

Looking good on your wedding suit, white

I would cry, making little moans in your chest

In complete bliss on our honeymoon

Two souls dangling in love,

Hinged on the same tree, marriage

Promising heaven and earth





Playing hearts for blood (The blood queen)

Standing, leaning on her back

Against a wooden doorframe,

A compounding complexion

White dress, linen

Long red hair, glowing

Smiling cordially, so inviting

Salacious stare, sideways

Dazzlingly beautiful, an angel may be


Head a little high, tilted slightly

Grinning, just enough

Standing straight, feet apart

Hands in the pockets

An intense stare, but soft

Two beings, a world alone

Engulfed in bright light

Falling hard, his innocent heart


Delighted, he is teased to play

A gambler burning to win

Boiling, his blood under the skin

Playing hearts for hearts,

A princess for a knight

Bidding his heart for hers

The loser’s game of death

Playing hearts for blood


Drip! Drip! A pool

A metallic scent, iron like

A hazy vision, a peaking nightmare

A long loud yell, a dying soul

Happy once, but only for a day

A burning candle losing its flame

Soaked in his own blood

Hanging loose, a scooped heart


An angel with a red shadow

A white dress with a red lining

Hearty smiles, so malicious

Warm embraces, so intoxicating

The blood queen of illusions

Drowning souls in her pools of desire

Scooping hearts at their peaks of pleasure

Playing hearts for blood

Lost virginity

Long cloak, black hood

A demon you think

Motionless, human like

Standing tall, head bowed

Misty breath, dimming light

The imminent twilight

Disturbing silhouettes

Flashes before my eyes


Tall trees, dark thickets

A jungle you think

Rustling, human like

Chattering loud, foot steps

Heavy drops, closing in

A racing heart

Indistinctive echoes

Whispers in my ears


Loud growl, a beastly phantom

A reaper you think

Screaming, human like

Bleeding slightly, a young maiden

Red stain, white cloth

A purification ritual

Lost virginities

Swirling thoughts in my mind

The midnight sail

Crack, a little sound from the mast

Responding to the touch of the monsoon

On her old wooden structure

A tender embrace he gives

Stretching wide the black canvas

Whispering tales of the brave

The once beautiful and strong

But now lay wrecked at sea bottom

Harboring souls of the dead

Captain Black and his crew

An old map of the sea

To the lost moving island

Resting the rulers of the sea

The great kings of pirates


Whoosh, gentle waves drifting

Rocking us rhythmically

A musical sensation it feels

Like a fine tune of a classical

Conducted live in the open sea

Trumpets, trombones and tubas

Violins, violas and harps

A symphonic sound for the travelling souls

And as the sea guardians work

Attending to Captain White in his cabin

I stand on the deck

Relishing the cold breeze

Watching the moon shift

On a midnight sail

A God or gods

Many tales of the ancient

The great rulers of space

Molding life out of one

To create the vast beauty that we love

And the many nightmares we dread

To imagine it’s all the same

The one thing in us all

Both good and bad

Human or not

Just one



Many years counted

The great forgers of time

A moving wheel of seasons

Falling into the white snow

And springing into the warm sunrise

To imagine the astonishing turn of events

One thing after another

Both good and bad

Human or not

Only one



Many creations there are

The great artists of life

Casting shapes out of dust

Dressing flesh onto bones

And breathing life into the them

To imagine sculptural work that marvelous

One piece after another

Both good and bad

Human or not

Just one



Rulers of space,

Forgers of time,

And creators of life

By many names we call them

And many faiths do we believe

The wondering mysteries of man

One being after another

Both good and bad

A God or gods

Only one


Blessed and yet cursed! (Heads or Tails)

An elderly man with a medium height

Wearing a short stubble with a little grey

Rubbing it every minute or two

A clear sign of deep thought

A classic conduct of the old

Listening carefully to a young soul

Shuttering glasses as he speaks

Pieces flying in the air

Bleeding hearts and skin

A weary face for a weeping spirit

Deep in anguish for the plunge in moral

In this era of the smart and young

Blind to their mistakes and hate correction

Leaving him in worry, what future there was?


He stood arms crossed

Just a few feet from where I was

Facing the highway to see the passing cars

Clearly unhappy about what he was hearing

Like it was a mundane tale of the wolf of the Wall Street

A lone nobody playing his way up onto the boards

In tune with the wheel of luck

That every step is a fairy cloud

Raising him closer to the stars

Which regrettably he doesn’t touch

But falls so deep that he hurts

Breaking every bone in him

And lo, he lives

Leaving him in wonder, what was fortune?


He looked straight into my eyes

With a piercing gaze so deep

Like he was watching a motion picture

A classic act by Alfred Allen

In the Ghost city of 1923

Aghast by the amorphous creature

Breathing fire and smoke

And yet spitting blood as it spoke

The deadly phobias of his past

All wrapping in close around him

Realizing so little he had accomplished

Cause he was a one winged bird

Unable to fly to the stars

Leaving him in regret, what was life?


A few grey hair to show

For all the years lived

Cast into the shadows of the alleys

Waiting on the hands of the kind

To stretch out to where you lay

To remind you of what light felt like

Just before you fade away into oblivion

As you’re slowly devoured by your decisions

The unwise prejudice by all

To brand lousy on your face

Cause of some wrong steps

Many or few, it doesn’t matter

Ignoring the play of heads and tails

With the forever changing events of future


Blessed and yet cursed!

To live long and yet poor

Wise and yet weak


Blessed and yet cursed!

To be young and yet so foolish

Rich and still so foolish


Blessed and yet cursed!

I Did Dream Big

I did dream big


I did see the car and the house

A white Pontiac Bonneville

A single-family detached home for us

A loving wife with two children

In a framed photo on my desk

Working passionately at my own local newspaper

A successful writer I would be

With a full page in every print

Sharing the joy and pain of my townsmen

In every stroke of a pen on a paper


I did dream big


I did see the school and the church

Bright Mondays and beautiful Sundays

The best plain slacks and tie collar dresses

Gracefully marching into a town hall

With happy faces and warm smiles

For a town meeting I would chair

An upstanding town clerk I would be

With great dedication I would work

Serving with honor and love to my townsmen

In every wise way of leadership


I did dream big


I did see the park and the doves

Star Magnolia and red maples

Amazing Carolina Turtle doves

Fathers playing with sons

Mothers singing to their daughters

Dean Martin’s everybody loves somebody

A wonderful parent I would be

With all strength I would fight

Striving endlessly with advice and respect of my townsmen

In everyday living with my family


I did dream big

And I did see all

I did see happiness

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