Love is Chaos

Love is chaos like this swirling of emotions chaotic like I love you and hate you and love you and sometimes I cant stand you lovd is chaos a giant echo of everything our parents taught us everything we’ve seen we are the aftermath of … Continue readingLove is Chaos

Plaster of Paris

    We all have plaster of Paris on some part of our life In some place within us, there’s a bone that was broken A promise not made Or not fulfilled Each of us has plaster of Paris slathered somewhere Painted over with hopes … Continue readingPlaster of Paris

The louder the cry, the more clear, the choice.

  Would you love me if I’m faded? Would you love me when I’m not new? If I tell you I’ve gotten ugly, face faded into old age, would you love me still? I am not a play thing. I am not a thing to … Continue readingThe louder the cry, the more clear, the choice.

Promises

All the world’s a stage, and I promise-I’ll remember my lines. All the world’s a playground of laughter and cultures and languages I’ve yet to learn, all the world’s this wonderous place, and I promise you tiny pieces of sacred chocolates here and there, scattered … Continue readingPromises

When a fairy sings to a bird

Don’t call me sensitive

      I I am this: this Puerto Rican Dead head   I am this and so much more   This is who I am: I am loud mouthed nosed pierced strong opinions don’t fuck with me   I am this and so much … Continue readingDon’t call me sensitive

Seasons & Reasons

    He told me, in between kisses and paintings That nothing is ever promised I told him, I’d rather know I’d rather plan I’d rather have the notion in my head that if I believe in something Maybe it’ll happen Preachers preach of evil … Continue readingSeasons & Reasons

Poetry to a Crowd

poetry on a stage read aloud to a crowd. This fuels me.   On the stage I become a different person. I conjur the energy and persona of my dear friend Liz, who lit the stage up like no other. It is a story that … Continue readingPoetry to a Crowd

On fears and things

fears. We have them. They are illuminated in the dark places of our lives, in the times when we wonder why things are not going as we wish them to. Often our lack of abundance is a fear of being successful. What will happen? Will … Continue readingOn fears and things

On finding Nirvana everywhere

  The Way to the Lotus I have given birth today To death and pain Traveled in time To a darkness once cast upon me Dark cloud realized in me My Self My Spirit I Have been Illuminated I know how to find the path … Continue readingOn finding Nirvana everywhere