You came...For Deya (April 28th poem)

You came into my life

On a soft wind
In the height of summer

Sweltering
My breath caught
In yours
Melted

You evaporated one day
Rain on the sidewalk

But I will never forget

Walking the streets of New York
Hand in hand all night
Trying not to get wet

Survival, Part I (April 27th poem)

Before it happens

Nobody tells you

That this is what

Survival looks like

This is the ugly

Underbelly of triumph

That the champion's life

Has a seedy side:

Sloppy with sweat

Stinking with fear

Ugly not elegant

That its

Usually greasy not graceful

More than you asked for

Than you wanted

Less than you can handle

But not pretty either

The Beloved

I could tell you

I love you

But why believe me

You don’t know me

Nor I you

What exactly do I love

And who?

I could tell you

That I want you

But what do I want

What is this wanting

Exactly and the price

Is there one?

I could tell you

I need you need to see you

Hear you touch you hold you

Soon soon please soon

But why do I need

Anything from you

What else will I need

Later?

Let me say nothing, dear one

Of love or of lust

Let me tell nothing, sweet one

Of wanting or of needing

Of hoping or of seeking

Let me sit silently in

My surrender to your beauty

In the silence

You become

The beloved

April 25th poem 

Sometimes I wonder
Where we’re headed
Humanity so fond
Of fighting/ of hating
 Man/woman
Jew/Muslim
Straight/gay
Me Against you/war

 Why can’t we figure it out
How long will it take us
How many more of us
Have to fight have to die
How many more protests
How many more poems
Do I have to write?
 Before we get it
This whole oneness thing

Sometimes I wonder

Because I couldn't keep writing silly love poetry.... (April 24th poem)

PTSD (A Textbook Description)

The worst part is how it never ends

The bad thing that happened

Keeps happening keeps happening

In your mind again and again

Everybody coming to your door

Calling you on the phone

Asking you questions

Nobody can be trusted

Everyone is a suspect

Nobody understands

No one is your friend

Aversion becomes your best defense

So many things and people to avoid

So many roads are not safe

So many precautions to take

Rewinds and rehearsals

Of alternate outcomes and choices

Occupy too much thought too much time

And you can’t imagine

Living much longer

The future or your life

Before it happened

And anyway nothing matters

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A Silly Poem

Its happened I don’t know how
Somehow I have a crush on you
I really can’t explain it though
You’re not my type
And I’m not prone
To such mistakes
Because let’s be frank
This feeling isn’t mutual

Nonetheless
I have a crush on you
And there’s really
Nothing I can do
Take a bath take a nap
Find something loud
And funny to distract?

Again, my mind comes back to you
I don’t know what I’m gonna do

April 20th poem

Sometimes life is so good

I catch myself            stop

Take a breath take it in

Notice this

How    incredibly       blessed

Allow theOvertaking awe

Let the moment stand

Where it is     pause

I want (April 21st 2013 poem)

I want you to want me

Maybe I shouldn't

I can feel your curls

Tangling against my palms

Your warm breath on my cheek

I can see what it would

Be like/ feel like

My hand on your neck

On your waist on your

Hip the soft caress of lips

Yes

No, I don't want you to want me

If you did, what would stop me...