February 2012
3 posts
Families Teach Love
There is nothing closer to the heart than my family for they are the reason I have such a power muscle beating and pumping inside of my chest. For family tests the limits of our love and always they find the eternal presence of that power. What is discovered is that like blood, there is no life without it. It is constantly rejuvenating itself, constantly changing which cells come in and which go...
“For us humans, it is easy to lose courage and become courteous to our...”
January 2012
6 posts
“I killed a bug today and in its blood, I saw myself.
Then and there again I...”
Why I Write:
Why do I write, if I know too well the path of such a vocation.
What is life for a poet? What is a poet?
Certainly I do not feel I live to such a calling everyday—not only because I have lost my practice of writing daily, but also because, though it may come to a surprise, not every time I write a poem do I experience the words as a poet.
Thousands of men may, through education, find the words...
December 2011
2 posts
“Just as I will never run out of things to paint, so it seems I will never run...”
November 2011
8 posts
“Life is a tragedy, but it is certainly not tragic.
What makes it a tragedy is...”
Dear Italy,
My Italian is fading and so are my memories of you, so I will write to you in English…but please, respond in Italian.
I feel the more I try to hold on to the beautiful feeling of traveling, the harder it is to understand how far I have come since I was there, living with you in your beauty.
I miss you.
I even miss Parma. I miss the smell of coffee and cigarettes, though I am not fond...
“Nothing hurts more to a poet, than to be misunderstood.”
“True patience feels less like waiting, and more like forgiving.”
“Giving is becoming less of an obligation to service, and more like a gift to my...”
October 2011
10 posts
“Life takes a bit of time and lot of relationship.”
– Paul Young
Space is a great thing to achieve in one’s life.
For only with space will we discover the distinction between courage and foolishness, between love and infatuation, between acts of fear and acts of certainty, and between the perception of who we are to the reality of our being. Only with that newfound emptiness will we feel fulfilled in our discovery of truth, but without the space within our...
“I just have to have faith that our Love is true and that eventually all truths...”
“My path seems abstruse, but I am relearning how to take small steps forward...”
“If there is an advancement in my education, a sort of recreation, and a...”
The Boy and the Wind.
He grew up in a house filled with glass chimes. The clinking of crystals were always in one with his breath, and the high pitched noise that the glass would make against the wind—was the sound of silence in his home.
In the passing of his fathers, they took him away to a place far away from what was familiar to him. He went to live with the people who were marred by the hangings of the...
September 2011
4 posts
Courage
I am swimming out beyond my fears, leaving one for the other. I cannot hang on to any of them for in moments of questioning I have been able to lose the other’s validation.
I am afraid of sharks, I may drown in such massive waves, I cannot be so close to the edge, I cannot fall from such great heights.
Gone.
For I know I do not fear death.
So how can so many fears envelop me, conquer me and seduce...
Words In Time
It is in the stillness of the night and in the exhaustion of the days that I find my inner voice. The syllables and words that speak the truth in my being. Rarely in the daytime do I find such light, such realization—for the days are often cluttered with the voices of all the people around you; from those who inspire you to those who destroy you.
“He notices me only in absence, but as for my presence—he is absent in everything...”
August 2011
1 post
“Somewhere in the dark clouds of thunder, there is always a rainbow; Sometimes we...”
June 2011
2 posts
May 2011
1 post
“The more complex we realize our minds are, the more simple our hearts become.”
April 2011
1 post
A true soul mate →
March 2011
2 posts
“I guess I live with an insatiable desire to create something that will last...”
“our words do not control what a person hears”
February 2011
4 posts
“The smell of cigarettes lit in cold weather reminds me of you; two things I hate...”
Twenty One Years Ago, It Was Birth That Killed Me
Long before my mother bore me, I lived with myself freely. Twenty-one years of flesh came into the earth as a child first, smiling at the reality I lived in. As time aged my skin, those around me aged my soul—hands feeding off my innocence, grabbing, taking, maintaining their hold. Some years ago my heart was born—away from the suffocation of the old. It opened its life and gave birth...
“I seldom acknowledge the beauty it is to live in a country where I can leave my...”
Cognition
We spend so much time thinking about what we don’t know that we forget to acknowledge what we do.
January 2011
2 posts
“Here is more than paradise. Flowers grow so that the people could smell them,...”
December 2010
3 posts
“Words keep me enchanted.”
You and I
Together, we write words for those like us.
We are cynical.
But our worlds bloom as flowers in a world we see decaying.
Although the soil is dry, you and I refuse to become disenchanted.
I, like you would for me, will tie a thousand balloons together to keep us lifted, playing, romancing the clouds.
You will remain a boy and I a girl, although we will watch eachother with our grown up...
“The opportunities are out there, the action is within us.”
November 2010
10 posts
“It was in losing everything that I learned how to win my battles.”