Category Archives: chicago

Sideways (Dreamer)

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I’ve been places, but don’t always necessarily understand the significance of all that surrounds upon arrival… and I’ve seen so many things….

Things that I long to return to see knowing that time is on my side but not always mine to give, but given to me at moments when my eyes are closed and what I wish to be before me is often clouded in darkness… even more so , I am alone…

It is during the presentation of this gift that leads me to wonder where you are in all of this… that I can wander such an expansive description of your very being just hoping to find you from uncharted moments in my life that crafted my heart so you’d be comfortable there…

The journey seems endless yet never useless… my feet and body do not fatigue because my spirit is compelled to see your face… and if failed to do so by the nights end, know that I drag my feet on purpose to leave you a map to find me in case you are doing the same…

Looking for me in a world only known to you, hoping for the day that the absence of you in a dream is crushed by the reality of you being only a foot away when I wake…

Sweetening Tea

Posted on by under bees, chicago, honey, poems, Poetry, tea

It is a funny thing trying to let go of something as sweet and sticky as honey…

At first you want to rid your fingers free of it but rather than rinsing them you bring each appendage to your lips…

Extending your tongue and tasting the mellifluous liquid… becoming lost in its ability to surrender your motion…

giving you moments to think, to remember… to enjoy your now is a present, remembering your presents is a gift…

Be the flower to the bumble bee.

Victorious (No Reflection)

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How many days have I gone around the sun?

Waking to a light that vanquishes the darkness so that I may see… one that tans my skin and warms my soul… letting me know that I am indeed alive… and in that I may breathe a sigh of relief knowing that for another day, I have conquered death…

Yet I cannot help but question why the days are so long and my time so limited… My toils leaving me with just enough left to sit down and think…

How far have I come? Should I choose to sleep, how long have I been gone? Where have I traveled only to be called back, staring life in the face just by looking into a mirror and witness the scars that no one else can see…

Questions I whisper so loudly that if there were a soul stirring, they come to stand still and remain silent… So that the only voice I can hear is my own, but the one that I feel erupts from the depths of where every answer to any question that I may have is written…

Looking behind me that I may see that past… and I am told, that all that has been left behind no longer has the strength in its hands to hold me down, but is now the rubble upon I have climbed to be in the present… a place where the mirror is no longer required for I know how I look and can see myself without it…

I will then walk to the window of my home and look out unto the world where I will see myself down the road… I will wave hello and extend my hand as to say please join me…

Where I will go is my future… one completely unpredicted but one that I believe in none the less… I can feel the smile on my face and the peace in my heart… another day has come to past and the spoils of war are mine…

Hear my battle cry… for I have won…

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The Book

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Where was I when you found me?

Did I call out to your sense of inner desire to see… what am I to you?

If but a collection of thoughts, memories and dreams… I must ask… did you read them merely see them… though the words could only come from my lips…

Did you read between the lines of the sentences spoken to take in what I was saying to you… to see and observe not only that there was information being communicated but also that it was being shared… did you touch me or hold me… did I captivate you… I want to speak but my conviction to simply stare at you is so complex that speech is not necessary… you will see what I wish to know… what wish to say in my eyes…

how does that feel… are you touched… Will you remember me, or will I be forgotten… or forbidden… the very memory of me has no essence unless rooted to a part of you…

what am I… flip through my moments… share them back with me… refer to me in old age… for I am but an open book… with space for notes… and pages to begin new chapters.

Wishes (The Waves)

Posted on by under chicago, writings

There was once a woman that wanted nothing more than to share her life with her other half… she was fine on her own, but the element of love supreme was her most coveted passion that she kept close to her heart. One day while walking along the lake she stopped and took in the scenery… the beauty of it all took her breath away amd drew tears of happiness. As a tear rolled down her cheek she whispered to herself  ‘the man of my dreams should also enjoy this… I never met him but I miss him’ and the tear dropped into the still lake. The ripples resonated for a bit and then seemed to fade away… on the opposite side of the pond a man was standing at the shoreline throwing rocks into the lake… on the last throw his wrist watch flew off into the water

“Dammit!”  he said and he began to wade into the cool waters. He searched around and found his watch but noticed that the water had a stronger current then usual. Before he knew it he was swept up in the waves that were not there before. When he awoke he was greeted by the woman that secretly wished for the man she loved. He asked not where he was but only her name… when she replied he grabbed her hand and together they looked at all that was around them and then he whispered ‘this is where I’m meant to be’

Departures (Blackbirds)

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This comfortable place where I sit perched… is not my home… and feels all too familiar.

The warmth of the thoughts we share…

Are only what they are… thoughts… and not things that we actually have.

Still we covet them as our own, without regard to the other’s rights to hold onto them… We are thieves of the night…

And as time keeps ticking…  the night is bound to end and I have a long way to travel before daybreak… yet I cannot help but continue to sing song, knowing that you know why caged birds sing…

Songs of being hypnotized without exchanging a single glance, of intoxication minus wine and glass, of passion without so much as a touch of the lips…

We packed light to come so far and have the weight of years on our souls… that when we attempt to fly away, we only make it so far because we break our wings…

And it breaks my heart…

That I can still see you from the short distance traveled, so I come back knowing that when my wings heal once again…

I will have to fly away to the same distance I was before…

Before they break again…

Just before the light of day…

And throughout the day I will endure thoughts of you… How beautiful you are even when you’re broken… and as much as it pains me to say it… come the next night I will walk away to a safe distance and from there fly away…

Leaving the night deafened and still…

 

 

 

 

 

DaliVaro (Surreal)

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Choose to remember or try desperately to forget…

In between those two acts of living… I sleep, breathing in silence and exhaling my days… what is this persistence of memory? Dream a dream and by the light of morning the images will melt away, no matter the effort we attempt to grasp them…

They never happened or existed…

Try as I might to place myself in that time… only results in fanfares of distorted and often dim images of fantastic landscapes in warm colors…… and I am missing… because I was never there in the first place… just old photographs underwater beneath a bridge that stands between there… and my waking moments…

The breath of being apart from there brushes against the skin…

It whispers that fantasy is not far from reality…

To be a part of the night, not apart from it… while others are sleeping… exist with no exits… letting the soul dance to the Claire De Lune, become drunk on the intoxicating exchange of speech and let spirits free you from inhibitions…

That you have painted the town red many of times before, that on this night the color to remember will have nothing to do with the town nor the sounds of the streets… but from connection…

Be there with her… look into her eyes… realize that it is all happening… forget what you know…  let your imagination run wild… and should she ever ask what you remember about the night we met…

Boldly whisper… I will always remember you… it was a dream I shall not easily forget.

 

 

 

 

 

Mortality (Love)

Posted on by under chicago, love, Poetry, Uncategorized

If you were beast…

I would humbly lay down and accept my mortality as you tear away at my flesh…

Shed not a single tear of pain, but many of joy knowing that my blood nourishes your vitality as I course throughout your veins…

And at the right moment…

I will die as the bite that sinks into my heart that releases my soul…

But alas, you are neither animal nor beast… but human that has awakened me…

Teaching my passion fire… a guide of my love eternal and keeper of my innermost desires…

You needn’t be an untamed creature…

Stripping my skin, inflicting wounds and finally breaking my ribcage to have my heart,

For I gladly give it to you…

Accepting my mortality to live inside of your love…

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What to say… (Onomatopoeia)

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What am I to say…

Rendered speechless, though I draw from every word from my vocabulary… the scribblings in my mind go from complete thoughts to complete gibberish…

Left with the gum like density of licorice at my lips…

They stick together and refuse to part… not that I wish not to part with the words, for if I am speaking them to you they are mine to give and they no longer belong to me as they are properties of you…

Yet it is the very properties of you… which bring about silence… are the simplest things that most ignore for they see you and can only say easily, the many wondrous things run skin deep, for that is as far as they are willing to travel and are trying to get there in a hurry…

… but I know time is only a factor when you are afraid of losing it… so I will take my time…. and if along my way to touch your soul, my words become lost… be mindful that I am not…

For it is upon you that my eyes fall to see reasons to pick myself up and continue on…

Absent of a single word to flatter, parched from the long journey and ready to tell you that at the very sight of you…

GASP!!!

What am I to say…

 

The Unspoken Word

Posted on by under chicago, heart, life, love, Party, Poetry, writings

Be the life of the party…

Or be the center of my universe and I will be the man who places his hand on the small of your back…

Giving reason to excuse yourself from being the center of attention as I whisper in your ear how beautiful you are when you’re being yourself as I walk away…

You don’t quite hear me, so you follow me outside and find me staring upward…

No one is outside but the two of us…

You join me and ask what I said but not a single word falls from my lips, I only pull you closer and let my hand find its way back to the small of your back…

There is not much to see in a night sky with the glare of street lights fighting nature, but every so often you can find one star that makes it all worth while…

And when you do, the rest of the world seems to fade away…

If only for a moment we float in the night air, that is the moment in which I will repeat what I said…

You’ll smile, make every star jealous and the entire world will go black…

We share a kiss… … … …

The feeling exchanged is a word that need not be spoken…