Love is King

I see the moon but
it sees me not.
I fell dead in love, then
you rose me with the warmth
of your kiss.
From the eyes I shut;
my fate I dream, like a
kite in the wind.

I dream of love

overthrowing the moon
in the still of night.
As though with wealth
I trade love, but no I
stay stealth one eyed,
partially blind to you.
I am one, growing to


What is it beyond

the fence that taunts my gaze

and set rage ablaze…

Shall I pace and divulge my rage a-free

to set this matrimony into abyss

Or erase my thoughts, my fears,

my hate, my rage and insanity and fill this

empty vessel with love from behind the fence.

Bad romance

I’m crying love;
My tongue is
writing you letters;
Letters of love, blind to
the emotions within.



Teardrop germinates love from a deserted heart

I can’t cry, but I cry my words in speech

Mend my heart with stitch

Replace my teeth with thorns that bleed

Eyes won’t bleed but I made my words cry.





I am all

I am all that you see; I am all.

I am all,

My teeth is white

My skin is black; I am all.

I am all,

My heart is yours

My name is my origin; I am all.

I am all,

As I fall in love with you; I am all.



The moon angers of your beauty

shrouding itself in drapes of darkness


The sea laments its cry for attention

but naught was given


They say love is in the eye of the

beholder, so I told her you don’t

need no mascara for me to comprehend

why the sun rises from your gaze




In time where joy brew

at the core of love;

Gentle wind reassures


Coral reefs swirl unsettled

by waves of emotions


Injustice words, alone, cold;

expensive mind like the

gem of a solid stone


Letter to Unborn Child

To my unborn child,

forgive me of the sins of

my youth; for my emotions

transgressed beyond the ink

to which I write to thee.


You deserve to live.

Everyday my heart beat for thee,

my love for thee be limitless like the

lines of thy palm.


Wrinkles on my hand,

your hands in mine, a

seed from my blood line;

I will forever love you till

the end of time until

death do us part.



Purple Alchemy

Rudiments and elements of

love altered like an alchemy.

On the bark of cedar

I combine prose and sonnet

with saliva sealed by your




Poetry is the possibility

of language – love

I am love; the aftermath of

seduction, authentic to

the core

I’m feeding on

love like scraps,

like scraps  and whores;

I am love

Distorted contorted

my mind torn

I’m blind to love

they seek to cure,

they can’t see the pain

that lies behind