Him evanescent
with all powerful glory
yet, He raises me.



Wrinkled and weathered
exhausted and beautiful,
is your olive skin.

Kaleidoscope Sky

I dreamt I could fly,
so I grabbed bits of the
kaleidoscope sky until
I had enough to fill my fists
attempting to force some
childhood wonder back with me
when I wake up from this dream.


When she asks about me
tell her that I still care,
please tell her that I moved on
that I never meant to let her go.
But tell her I that I became a teacher
who finally learned
but, don’t tell her that I miss her
as those words are too much for me,
if she is happy now
that’s all I’ll ever need.


Cerulean skies mirage off waves
crafting polished sapphires of foam
set gleaming in refracted light,
blinding my sad thoughts
who now mindlessly navigate until
getting lost inside of myself,
leaving me abstracted, smiling,
in the absence of sadness.

Urban Decay

What makes you beautiful isn’t
your makeup, it isn’t your
“Urban Decay”, nor how you
carry yourself around the city
navigating life with a simple
generational compass;
I see more life in your eyes
when freed from lines of constraint,
your natural blush glows best
brightly highlighting your genuine smile.