Restless winds blew my way
As I stood in the epicenter  
Gazing at the eerie panorama
Of the city of the dead
In that moment death
Seized to be
A bone trembling distant threat
That triggered a ludicrous
Desire to flee
To a sphere where
It would never find me
Instead in that very moment
It became a vivid promise
Someday
I will be laid into the ground
And to dust I shall return.

A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains


A poet
Is Poetry

Let me show you what a poet can do.
I'll write us a door so we can walk through.

See the words of pain,

Words so vain,
But never plain.
Words reverberate into your brain.
Words of a man so insane
Ink flows through his veins.

After we die,

Our voices will forever speak.

The willows so high,

Watch us sleep.

Forever stargazing,

We see through the soil.

Heart ever blazing,

Death, victory over turmoil.


Carpe Diem