words create worlds
A silence reigns inside the bracket in my heart- (A hollow brimmed with diamond shades) a pause between the hammering old valves (weighing the scars that hope kept open) comparing times of past in painting future loves, (silence reverberates in chords untouched) a quietness that reigns the meanings of a life. (inside the bracket
I bought myself a tuberose to honor that of ‘17 (the only stem that could take me from hell to now) that’s what I see inside the pearly little roses (a freight car bearing all whiffs of life) burst on a twisted-heading-to-the-essence rod (their perfume- instants from another life of sealed emotions). I bought myself a tuberose to
Black ink on pristine paper of the mind (untraceable tattoos on your children’s lives) stuffed boulders (on their fragile shoulders) stepping stones in loops of fate (scars of your knowledge’s thrashings) wars for peace (emerged from your innate cruelty,) that never failed to smash every unruly slave (though you say love is the cause –
Five fingers grew. The fig tree knew
his magic green into the blue would match
the greatness of his roots, would bring
the goodness to his fruits.
I wish you could have comprehended the light that crosses our conjoined veins I wish you could have felt its music, the magic chords of harmony we sought. I wish you could have known that words can only keep us far, aloft… I wish you could have heard the tears embedded in my silence.
Worlds of Words 