the difference between you and me (written 2004) there’s a structure in everything you do even in the way you move tactical, practical not wasting a step nor wasting my gaze you are a function an equation that always makes sense in the end and i’m left gaping in my words this opposite of me and i am seen only as a description of this form in you

acceptance (written 2002) the greatest discernment lies within oneself it is of the issue of acceptance knowing then to accept the totality   of one’s identity and unique   personality, while knowing   which areas need to be   discarded for the betterment   of oneself a snake continues on being a snake but it knows when to shed of its dead skin i want to love who i am without being blinded from who i can be

Untitled (written 2004) down down down the rabbit hole into the territory of the jabberwocky. drugged drugged drugged. "eat me" i’m big i’m small i’m big i’m small i crawl into the rabbit hole, meet people who make no sense at all, but they influence me all the more, and fill my mind with words that make me disbelieve. they make me disbelieve.

COLLIDING LEAVES (written 2000) There were two leaves growing on a tree of life. They dependently lived for a while on this tree. They never met; they only dreamt of what may lie beyond the breeze. One day, the wind fiercely blew and the two leaves stole away upon it to satisfy their curiosity for wanting to know what they were destined for. Their courses were different. They had different rhythms in their dance. Finally, the wind subsided and let them fall on still waters. When one leaf fell, it created ripples. Similarly, the other leaf created proportional expanding circles. They had caused the waters to move, to change its motion, to giggle, to be ALIVE. Two leaves were the centers for perfect multiplying diameters changing the water. But what happens to these leaves? As their circles expand in diameter, they eventually collide and meet, and are no longer the same. They, like the water, are both affected by the ripples of the other. They are moved. They are changed. They giggle and become alive. They affect the stillness of this world, but are affected by the motions of each other. Maybe that’s what it means to live. We create […]

Flaccid (written 2004) bitterness creeps and weeps on unsuspecting suspects whose cheap words never mean more than absurd-ity i can’t escape the flaccidity of man’s fickle humanity gender all’s confusion, profusion of the purging heart is the one solution but we confiscate truth for pleasure when we measure with our eyes and flesh and pride of life to treasure and forget the one thing we want, we measure with selfish scales, thinking impales, thinking details, changing one conviction to the next like twisting our beliefs from one scriptural text perplexed, i wonder if man really knows his true heart or do the eyes range, change- like his affection with the other car i know how it goes. i suppose, that’s how it flows all’s change but their attitude, everyone knows can’t find one who holds certain gratitude words slip like gravity in longitude feelings chip from depravity sapped from the mood ya, you wanna know, but not quite you merely want someone to know you tonight state of conversation, like a one headed coin back

Smurfette (written 2004) With a certain je ne sais smurf, She rises like the center sun in azure sky And saunters around the blue realm Like an aroma that triggers every appetite And fills each cup of curiosity That only Papa Smurf, in red, would know As a child She learned to gather perfumed buds In her alabaster dress. The others, smurf boys running past Her To tease Asrael. But now, she’s grown into That milky white dress. The hem teasing with virginal vows and promises, And blossomed tresses in her hands That every now and then loses petals to the lustful wind, With rouged Papa Smurf always walking by her side. Amidst an ocean of hungry tides. She could have been a brunette, But what world so exists Without their Marilyn Monroe and Britney Spears? —————————————————————————– this was for my modern poetry creative writing class.  we had to write of any element concerning pop culture.

When Praise Demands a Sacrifice (written 1219.02 | in response to Ate Grace’s special number one sunday…) Lord, let me brave with the truth than to be safe with a lie and when those times come keep me standing, taking the blows Because i probably deserve them Because i’m irresponsible with looking at the monsters eye to eye I duck, and surmise in hopes they will go away but the more i linger in happy times they brood for another day and gather more troubles to come after me one day Lord, I come to You Because you can face the pain, you fought yourself to Calvary and you fought the innocence of Your Holy name When praise demands a sacrifice Let me step into the fires with arms outstretched to your glory.