I was a king on a throne of wisdom
I carved mountains of thought
I plumed the depths of reality
but in every foundation and path I have carved
I've found your name engraved
and all these things that I thought made me great
were just an escape from you
I found I am your ******* servant
forever carving your likeness in statues you don't want

I am NOT
yet the mirror lies
in front with sly a mouth  
sly a gaze
THESE piercing eyes
Coals seducing me
Might I drown my depths
in the cool embers
of this fire that never burned

This poem is alive
Just as much as you and me
And not in as metaphor or simile

Trace the picture which is inside your mind,

Transform your thoughts into those infinite words,

Trust your instincts that they will find,

A plethora of words, always hide.


Talk to your buddy, talk to your mother,

Give the gift of words to your ‘love’, take a word of wisdom from your brother.

Speak with rage, come out with the wrath,

You will be overwhelmed to find what lies after that.


You will rediscover friendship when you share,

Thus, shedding the inhibitions that you wear.

More close you get, with whom you open up,

To find out that you are not the only one stuck.


A pool of people, a pool of emotions,

Awaiting for your participation.

Perhaps it is the moment,

For the words, signs and pictures to vent.

Love
Every second
Of wild
Insanity

We must learn an inner solitude
We must learn to penetrate things
And find God there

Nothing in all creation
Is so like God
As stillness

My existence depends on the nearness
And the presence of God

I seen the sun this morning ,
But not like every morning,
This morning the sun greeted me ,
She looked down and smiled ,
At me .
She told me everything was going to be ok,
And that my future would be filled wih brighter days .
No more long , cold , nights .... She was here finally , the sun to melt away all the ice .