i wish to die

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i wish to die

remembering the clear waters
that drenched my soul
still feeling the horizons
stretched out against
my limbs
i wish to die with my lips wet
from the dew drops on your
lashes
with my heart pumping
with emotion from the
the laughter i still feel
smiling
i wish to die smiling
for what is life if we approach
its end with sadness
little more than time
between regrets
i wish to die smiling
and as i close my eyes
remember the softness
of your lips.
smiling
with my only regret
being never having
one to keep me from
wandering
i wish to die in love
in love with the life that ends
and the infinite moments
i shared with you in living
in loving, in falling
in looking always to life
itself for the gift it offers
i wish to die
without wishing
i had lived

hope must die

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hope should not be the last to die.
hope should not be our last recourse.
hope is a liar
it teases us with what could be
telling us what we wish to hear
knowing well there is no more than what we see.
Hope is the jackal that prowls in the night
it is our nightmares
those from which even vultures take flight.
hope is a traitor
luring us into submission
only to deliver us whole
into our enemies vision.
hope is deaf
it refuses to hear us
hope is blind
and yet we follow it
as though our guide.
hope is futile, merciless,
hope is without reason,
without logic.
hope is an atheist
there is no after life for hope
there is no second chance
no redemption, no resurrection
hope is dead, and there is no-one
left to mourn it
hope should not be the last to die.
we must discard hope in favor of life.
demand from life that which we have
without any other recourse
given over to hope.
that one day we give not a single prayer to hope.
that we live the lives we have assigned to hope.
that one day hope is no longer an option.
this, we can only
hope

i am grateful

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I am grateful for words

The letters they feel,

I am grateful for songs

And the feelings they steal

I am grateful for friends

The laughter that we share

I am grateful for enemies

For they keep me aware

For songs that make me

dance

and those that make me cry

for unending smiles

embraces, 

caresses in darkness,

for touch, for passion

I am grateful for love

even unrequited.

I am grateful for lust,

temptation uninvited

For cold winter mornings

And freshly grown ice

For storm clouds in springtime

I am grateful for lies

For hot summer evenings

And sweat on my brow

I am grateful for yearnings

I am grateful for now

I am grateful of thunder

That made me once tremble

I am grateful for fear

While fearful and grateful

I will too admit

I am grateful for beer

I am grateful for sunrise

I am grateful for trust

I am grateful for tears

As they burn in my eyes

I am grateful for beauty, 

For wonder,

For truth.

Above all my sweet

I am grateful,

I am grateful for you

Tunnel Entrance

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The tunnels connect the villages along the fjords. They are a lifeline. Before they were built people were isolated when bad weather hit. They either had to trek over the mountain, or get to the next village by boat if the sea permitted.20160311-_GVR1099-Edit

unordered

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this is how want should be

how life should be lived

how passion embraced

how this longing for you

engulfed

as colorful as the new moon

deafening as a cherry blossom

colorless as the taste of your lips

sweet as your skin at morning

without order

like a kiss

you are

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“…like the earth you are necessary.” Pablo Neruda

like the wind of emotion that blows among the orange groves, you are;
like the horizon of a far away land,
like the moon red with pain,
like the clouds running in the mountains, you are;
like my mother’s womb,

like a soft coffee in an autumn afternoon;
like the surface of a mirror, you are;
like the dark warmth of my chest;
like the memory of a kiss, you are;
like sweet ice cream on a hot summer day;

like the breast of a madonna,
like a religious vow,
like a nun in a bar,
like the last note of an opera;

like the chapel on the mountain,
like silence;
like the imagination of a child;
like a goodbye between lovers,
like chamomile, you are;

like the infinite fall of the waves, you are;

like the waning and waxing of the moon,
like the taste of sea at midnight;
like biting a bottle, you are;

like rain in my mouth,
like incense,
like the fog on the bay,
like the moon reflected on the ocean, you are;

like singing,
like crying,
like the sleep of a child,
like dying alone,
like eating earth, like seducing the sun,
like sleeping alone;

and in spite of it all, you simply are,
and because you are,
i continue to be.

my feet

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i slowly place them
on the ground,
my feet.

they have gone
without gratitude
all my life

they only wish
to feel the dew caress their skin

they ask only
that i do not weigh my life
upon their smile