Can I open your heart almost, Like a little can of Sardines is opened by a can opener, Carving through muscle and vessel. Can I know that you are unexpirable, Like the relentless wind, Or the hungry ocean, And those eyes, those mahogany irises That wrap every incoming visual Scripting Nerudesque love poems And you, … Continue reading Prophesy

Truth In The Time of Cholera

 ## It is a nagging feeling to be lied to, By everyone I know, or have known, Bluffed by serial words, of a pastime, That makes white lies, burning wounds. I still howl, like a stray dog, being called So many names, so often, as I open up, for just some Feed, from kind souls, … Continue reading Truth In The Time of Cholera