...at the underpass...

where the road divides

and so aptly illustrates

our tiered hierarchy

...expressed against

the stars...

Who rides above,

and who slips below....

Who skims the middle,

....Like an un-committed Sinner?

I’ll be the One...

the thumb on the side

...the crime to watch

as Some Day

rolls on by...

A screeching halt

falls at deaf feet...

all this wondering

...dead-ended in a 

blind allied sweep...

A sign of the Cross...

posted past the Stop

....is where I see:

the faded remnants

of some One 

taking off...

The light is faint 

I can see your mischievous eyes

Laying on my bed

The sheets trace you, turin figure

Heavenly figure 

White as paper 

I dare to write the more fine verses 

With my mouth until I run out of ink 

You offered yourself as the most humble 

Sacrifice, I must, for it is in this lonely hour

That lovers seal the pact of eternity 

It is at this lonely hour when ghosts and stars 

Witness the scene where love is conceived 

Even though this might be casual 

Even though it might be only me 

Dripping my love all over within your fissures

Let the night cover our skins 

Let the heat temper our frozen hearts 

As I devour every last breath you give to me 

When I attack your neck 

Every mantra you posses now belongs to me 

Wrap me in your warm embrace 

As the past, present, and future unfold 

Let me know what lays deep within 

The pages covering your body

Let me write down with flagrant ink 

How much I desire you and 

How much you're not mine 

Let me enjoy at least the most precious 

Person you are 

Let me caress you one more time 

For this is only me 

Do you feel it as well?

DA 2016

Let me make this clear:

I know you don't believe

In this kind of love

I know you're about to leave, but...

I know that you don't accept it

Not in the sense that you deny it 

You simply don't believe it 

That a forbidden love could ever flourish 

Let me make this clear.

You are the most ravishing circumstance 

I've encountered in the middle 

Of the desert of this life of mine 

I simply refuse to let you go 

But my respect for you is bigger than my pride

Bigger than my selfishness 

But never bigger than my love for you 

I always thought that destiny loved to sew

And whenever its threads get tangled

Circumstances, destiny, tends to happen 

But, I, naïvely believed in that 

I was mistaken.

Just as someone such as destiny 

Is doing some hobby 

He tends to make mistakes 

He decides to untie the bad knots 

And start again

It might be something insignificant for him 

But for us, mere poetical mortals, is dreadful pain.

Let me tell you

That I am uncertain if this was a mistake

Committed by destiny, but for the time being

The time I spent looking at your tiger's eyes 

The time I spent smiling at your smile 

The time I spent caressing your body 

The time I got lost within the gray murmurs

Of your soul 

That, my beloved friend, was not a mistake 

You were the fire that ignited my dead heart 

You were the only light I could see in the 

Middle of my darkness

You were for a moment mine

I believe that we are never tied to someone 

Just as the red thread legend assures us

That thread is full of knots and dead ends 

Or walls from which such thread goes through cracks 

I assure you, my dear, if you ever leave...

I don't know... Will I follow you just to be near you?

You will not be mine, that is for sure

But it is you...

The one who lately has been giving life to many poems

When the touch of someone remains 

As the trace of my hands on the sands of the beach

Of your skin, it is something impossible to get rid of 

No wave, no wind, or time would eradicate such caress

Let me tell you as well:

That, even though life ain't that easy, you, specially you,

deserve the best to happen to you. You have given it all 

And deserve to feel just as good as you have made others feel.

Just assure me one thing...

Never stop being my friend. 

No matter how far you are 

A piece of my heart goes with you...

DA 2016

My body aching

Self inflicted madness

Laying in wait

Watching for my prey

Innocently bewildering

Unknowingly calling me to you

Your muffled screams

A high for me

Your panic state

A rush of adrenaline

A fix shooting through my veins

Like pieces of a puzzle

Falling into place

Suffering in silence

While you silently suffer

Curing my disease

Relieving the pain

Your features etched in my head

A lifetime of yearning

Can't you see

"We were destined to meet."

Her face is a poem,

stops men in their tracks.

But her piece of art,

is defined by its cracks.

She worries and races,

throughout her whole day.

No one stops to think,

about the price she must pay.

While others want from her,

to her family she gives.

Her freedom must die,

so their hope may yet live.

Then one day she meets him,

recognizes his power.

He begs for her trust,

and bears Bleeding Heart flowers.

Her eyes tell him the story,

of the way she must go.

He respects her decision,

about their love yet to grow.

Her heart is a puzzle,

and by her mind it's driven,

It can never be taken,

it can only be given.

You guide me to the restroom

So you can put your smoky mask on

Flaming tiger's eyes leer at me 

I can't help but notice there are no prettier gemstones.

As a surgeon, you begin to clean 

The crystal boat on your command 

You begin to sing with air and fire 

Reaching the chakras in my throat. 

You blow the truth onto my face

And I can see the green and purple fumes 

I can see your cherry lips

Speaking of ancient times and pleasure 

As if you were the sun 

I begin to tremble and laugh 

Because you're now the moon 

Giving me life advice. 

The fiery black hair on your head

Poisonous spikes I like to caress 

When your head on my lap lays down

And your body wanders new galaxies. 

That ever lasting smile of yours 

Is always sealed when you're on that boat 

Floating in the middle of a starry sky

It is only me and you 

Accompanied by a strange kind of humor 

A humor where I get to be me 

And laugh with transparency 

Because I tend to laugh always before walls. 

Then, all of a sudden, I reach the sand of your beaches 

And I write my name over and over and over on the sand

Until the sea turns into foam 

I can smell the salty water dripping on the shore. 

Then, all of a sudden; all that I see, 

Are those tiger's eyes hiding

Behind the fumes of your mouth and mine 

Until you close your lips

Bring with you that crystal boat 

Cause that is when I can be me or at least 

I can be more me and you can be more you 

I love it when you put your smoky mask on. 

Blow me for I am smoke and misery 

Turn me into a cloud, so I no longer feel heavy

Make my essence disappear into thin air

Give me on more time. 

I love to float on your starry night sky

We begin to swirl like galaxies 

In the middle of the universal darkness of your room

And the storm begins: 

It is now the fumes and I

You turned into my darkness 

I turned into your light

We are fused like ying and yang

Gray murmurs fill up the room

And in the middle I can see your tiger eyes 

Leering at me, wanting me more, dazzling me more 

I can't help but to worship you like my only god

I dare to burn my hand when I caress your chest 

I dare to burn my heart at once cause I've never loved 

With such intensity, never I've been forced 

I dare turn into ashes even when you are no more than air 

Carry me over with every blow you give 

Take me every time through the sands of your body 

Take my hand and lead me to the rest-room

Hold my head within your hands and enchant me with those tiger eyes

Blow me one more time like smoke and viniq wine

Make my world go round like galaxies and stars 

Fill my room with gray mantras 

Illuminate my life with fiery stones I love to call tiger's eyes

DA 2016

Too much time --

time's a good word to rhyme with

I'd like a lime with my...uh..brine.

Shoot me a line when my credit card's declined.

We can rewind to the scene of the crime, yeah that's closer to time

in terms of rhyme,

I was getting a little off.

Stream of consciousness yo, it's the worst. Like Eminem I hate my verse, it's a curse, blah blah my word hearse is terse.

Shit and shout let's dance it out.

Dance it out.

Dance it out.

Bass drop.

Time.

Boe was waiting outside, just as Jayme had asked her to. She was leaning up against the side of the warehouse, her long, dark hair sticking to the rough brick building. A lighter was being twirled in her hand - a pink plastic one. 

"You smoke?" Jayme asked. He jumped from the large doorway of the building and to the road of the alley. 

"No," Boe smiled, pocketing the lighter. "I just like to burn shit." 

Jayme snorted. 

They turned a left and made their way back to the battered main road, not talking. He could feel her holding her breathe, wanting to ask about the exchange inside the building, but not daring to. Even bounty hunters are too afraid to bite the hand that feeds them, he thought. Good. Let her be.  

He had only hired her a week prior, and Jayme was already captivated by Boe. In the best and worst ways.

"We should get back," Boe said, looking up at the sky. "It's close to dark."

Jayme nodded, looking up as well. The sun was setting, and the little light that was cast over the city was eclipsed by the Queen's ship - a huge thing, made of metals Jayme couldn't pronounce, with price tags that would take years to pay off.

Of course the ship was so spectacular to him. He was just a thug on a tiny, unimportant planet. He wasn't even really sure why the Queen was here, when she could be in the comfort of her own planet, far, far away from this one.

Jayme preferred to think about the ship instead of the woman who owned it. It made things a lot simpler to him.

The meeting that just happened didn't help, though, but he decided that he would just repress that, too.

He curled his hand into a fist.

"Hey," Boe said, noticing his slowed pace. Her lighter was out again. Jayme noticed it had marks written on it in black - something in a different language. "You good?"

Jayme nodded.

Boe studied him for a second, and then - either out of satisfaction or disinterest, Jayme couldn't tell - began to continue on. She walked in front of him, down the wet sidewalks, in front of the shop windows and their owners and the materials within them.

Jayme could see the bulge of her guns in the pockets of her jeans. Her hair nearly reached them, dark and thick, and the dark tattoos that completely covered her body drew attention away from the barely concealed weapons that were scattered in her jacket and shirt and boots.

Jayme knew he could find those weapons on her, if he wanted to.

He knew she would let him find them.

He decided not too. Not only was he utterly uninterested, but the ship was also there in the sky, looming over his planet - just as the person within it did every other planet in this galaxy.

He cursed her, and continued to follow Boe - would continue to, if it meant escape from the Queen.

"Would you hurry up?" Boe turned to yell, and nearly knocked into a man with green skin and large eyes.

"Sorry," he muttered.