mourning

we lose some, we lost a lot.
the past is gone, the now is pain.
we cried, and we cry again.

2021

The Emblem

It’s not the fall of man.
Neither the case of inferiority.
They rise to the occasion
Like sturdy eagles’ wings.
Painting their red blood on every wall,
Chanting a local song.

The skies turn blue.
The sun sparks in yellow.
The tombstones of their grandfathers
Are washed out, turning to white.

Night arrives like an unbridled horse,
Galloping under the three stars
Unhidden by clouds.

Freedom at last.
They find gratitude to their God.

2021

gauche

clumsy are your body
movements like a dance on
a stage, not graceful, not
flawless.

your mind speaks of
cluttered dishes in the
kitchen, turning the floors
into a war of many things.

2021

plum cake

you paraphrased
your angry statement
and it tasted like a true
plum cake.

2021

brute

don’t say sorry
when you don’t mean it.
don’t mess up
with my feelings.
i’m way better than
your pathetic feelings.
don’t just walk away
without saying where
you’re going.
you’re being insensitive,
rude, dishonest, indifferent.
let me slap you on your face,
spank you on your butt,
hit you with a rod,
but these words are sharper
than ten thousand knives.
reality bites but i’m a sight for sore eyes.

2021

oxygen

am i selfish?
am i blind?
there are other hands to help.
there are other eyes to witness.

will you reprimand me?
will you utter what’s in your head?

but i want to be on my own.
but i want to feel okay.
even if there are others around me.
even if they know i am not okay.

2021

horizon

we scrub
our grudges and
changed our dirty
blankets.
our warm feet
are talking like
sirens during the
curfew hours.

2021

Naughty Not Nice

I sit on plastic chairs, I abhor plastic dreams.
When the ugly sabotage the beauty queens,
The pandemic rises to its feet.

We’re guilty of our pleasures.
We’re not sure when to end.
We’re not forgiving our enemies.

Exaggerated ideas,
Undesirable tantrums.
All cliché are burning in the books.

2021

Sparkle

Our shadows meet under the summer lanterns
of the humid night.

Our eyes stare at each other with quiet words
affirming friendly motives.

Our inner thoughts are pure, waiting for us to
utter on our lips such perfect rainbows.

Our knowledge of love makes us tremble in
unison, a good sign, a better reference.

Our untold longings taste like fresh honey
and cinnamon bread.

Our rare existence to each other is a mystery
that we take home and nurture.

Our tender souls believe a good future, without
fear, without hate, without malice.

2021

Deprived & Unpleasant

Better flowers or vanity,
better gossips or tragedy.
The wolves devoured
our birthday cakes. We have
not blown our candles, never have
made our secret wishes.

2021