Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

Sometimes, she cries herself helplessly, to sleep everynight.
Other times, she drinks till she drops dead on her bed, reeking like smoke and alcohol.
She's never the girl you wanted.


how easily we bleed
how fast the life in us
flickers,
sighs
and diminishes.

in an instant
an isolated moment
can rip us
and will rip us
away for good.

its astonishing how many of us concentrate on complaint
finding time to critically tear apart the world
but never giving a thought to our own inevitable demise
never respecting the incredible beating heart
and never seizing opportunities of altered perception.

I try to capture moments in my memory
perhaps I'm building a collage for my epilogue
I smile fuller, because one of us has to take the plunge first.

I laugh longer, because I know we'll never, ever know.
and I love, with every ounce of my conscious being,
my energy, my grace, and my passion,
because there are too many glowing souls
who hide their beauty beneath black robes.
too many brilliant brains yet to discover
and intellectually saturate.

I'm striving to bare myself to the beloved ones
so maybe they too will feel the exhiliration of mutual admiration
and the intensity of an omnipotent connection.

I've always had the impulse
now I'm working on the guts.