Our Emotions On Every Page — I’d like to write you a poem a cuddly, fluffy warm poem one letter at a time one word at a time every line carefully crafted I’d like to write you a poem a sweet aroma syrupy poem a verse a day a stanza a day in a book of scented whims…

I Only Learn To Love The Baby Much After Its Arrival — I am not an easy poet. I know If I were, I would be A poet my boot. …

Another Introduction Here — If I Don’t Change My Mind, Again — I am not who you think I am; I am not these accessories and accoutrements. I am not the coverings and conveyances. I am not the display pictures on my media walls or videos and photos of my appearances.

Just the way you celebrate my birthday — Just before we part, before we search out the lane to the exit, before our eyes take on the distant gaze and lose the chase for the here and now, I will make this plea: please bake me a cake, the way you do on my birthday and those anniversaries I rarely celebrate…

We can lean on hope to escape reality — It is okay to tell me a lie a small white lie minted, freshly baked oven hot but sweetened if you can manage it I need it for a change, ‘cause reality really sucks I’ve done psychoanalysis and peeled off my skin to bare bones, had every part under the microscope for all kinds of…

These moments are fresh beginnings — Something changed again this moment something cracked and the hard shell opened for the amniotic fluid to spill for some hatchling to breathe and blink, its gossamer veil flipping, leaving it wide-eyed for a second, giving the minute its own sacredness, its own sanctity because it’s about to assume its place out of what has shielded it and held it back —…

We are welcome to witness the splendor — The stupendous beauty of the earth, the sheer stretch of its massive magnificence should humble us and in grateful awe and have us gazing starry-eyed at the enormous splendor of its vibrant lushness holding us down to charge up, blossom and ripe that same way it lured us from paradise and we raced down like excited children running to the school bus through regions and through realms eager to…

With fluttering butterflies still in their bellies — We can spend all-day slow and in practice and rehearsals and leave no space to deliver a live performance and stay in school from kindergarten to post-doctorate neck deep in tutorials and swim in theories to avoid the real world we can sleep the day away tuck ourselves in bed to…

They touch the very souls of men — The stern look of men riding the cavalcade through torn lands and war fronts masks many piercing pains, which they can not put into words for they touch the very souls of men and most war stories are better left untold so the survivors can begin the long and slow process of healing…