Carry the Sun

Carry the sun
In the pocket sewed
With the stars left
By the moon’s
Glare reflecting from
The sun in your pocket



Forget the abstract
And literal
My words are as a writer
As thought

Lost love hurts
I am lost now
Words left my hand
And my outlet is vanished
With one word
And action
It all disappears


Adam Found in Africa

I am writing a monologue to you, unintentionally
each day it repeats in my head over
and over changing multiple times

reciting the words I should say
if I see you in a bar, on the street, in our city
the words I have left over

you calmed me
you angered me
you set emotions free

your words would cut so deep
but my words won’t reveal to you
you push me away, so why would you see

I don’t think I did anything wrong
I don’t blame you
but St. Valentine still hurt my feelings

I don’t understand
how my heart can break so hard
for someone I wasn’t yet in love with

perhaps that’s why – yet
There is bliss in a world with you
a destructive way available too

neither path will be explored now
we gave up too easy, but you should know
I don’t believe it was for the best anymore

I waked in spite of you
and dreamt in the wake of you
and now in spite, I dream of more

There is no closure here
you’re still looking to understand, aren’t you
I dare you to just be

My words are my open book
I hope you find me in them
and one day return to Africa


Whisper to me

Trust me, I’m safe

I’m home

I want what you want

And what you don’t

My life moves

Patient to patient

Disguising my death

Will you save me?

I have to be the dysfunctional one

I have to cry

I am strong

Hard like stone

And now I slowly parish

As the wind wares me down