flame

What can save this soul,

so drenched in the invisible fire,

yearning for quenching solution,

wading in the body of water so abundant?

Thus, it’s named shame,

which ignites at the slightest offense,

alighting brightly the promenade of consciousness

so bright others could see it miles off.

Alas, a source of solace: communion.

In commiserations shared in nakedness,

we profess deepest thoughts and desires.

Reverberating in darkness, the long waited calm

dawns on the shoulders

like the crocheted navy blue blanket.

3.3.2026

Fist & Flame

Fists suspended in thick air,

Flags of grass in different shades fare,

Flaring sun ever sincerely brightens the world transparent

Flames of raging disparities glaringly prevalent

Fists held high in the air

Flint of spirits kneeling on a crosshair

Fight in silence will persevere.

6.5.2020

For what it’s worth, here is my life.

I’ve seen the pair of your eyes,

Not letting my iris escape the eclipse of yours.

In your dark pupil, I’ve seen a quiet flame soar.

I am afraid. Afraid of what I believe as true

And a possibility that it may be different

from what the actual truth is.

But for what it’s worth, here is my life.

When our paths cross, I will be your faithful friend and your formidable foe.

When our paths depart, I will sing a voiceless song of your soul.

Because in your pupil, I’ve seen your flame grow.

7.26.2019