On Maturity

I think maturity
is finally reached
when you no longer
cast judgments,
and instead embrace
one another for who
we are and what we
may become.


The Waiting Game

The sand starts falling —
gradually — as if life
halted for a duck to cross
the street.

Whether it is inhaling
before walking down
the aisle, attempting
to stall your panic
at a hospital reception desk,
or sitting by the phone
for promotion or job oppurtunity,

the moment comes
and stutters —
taunts its victim
and spins them mercilessly
in a web of anticipation.

When time finally moves,
I hope you have the strength,
preperation, and determentation
to seize your goals by the reigns

and charge toward the sky.

On Locked Chests

Not everything can fit in a single description.

Some things have no mold.

It’s not good or bad. It’s life. It’s existence.

Far better it is to live with open arms, uncategorizing minds, and loving hearts;

for not every heart is loving.

Most are bitter, jealous, and full of pride.

To find balance and perspective would free the envious anchors that weigh down love.


I want to go to that place
where love and lust are blurred

when our shadows are one
amidst the mosaic of soft ambers

and ochres of burning candles
ignited from our embrace.

It’s beautiful because it’s passion —
it’s honest because it’s untamed.

It’s lovely because it’s love.

The Road Home is Paved With Shells

Silk sands ripple through my toes
like smooth ribbons thoughtfully

weaving around an ornate corsage.
There’s a comfort in the dense

and salty wind that beckons
hair away from the shoulders —

the tide as it slowly wages in
and bubbles as it leaves.

I pick up a shell where
I can hear the whispers of home.

Take me back please,
take me back to the sea.


Step down from your steed
birthed from your self-worth
of self-acclaimed victories–

your popularity,
your riches in looks and money,
your average brain and mediocre

marriage — that you remain
completely unaware of a life
of freedom and peace —

too busy passing inaccurate
judgements upon others.
You must keep them beneath you

There is no right way
to live and breathe — so
long as you cause no harm

to any creature
existing on this earth.
You are not the center

of the universe — not everything
is revolved and relied on you.
Enjoy your life

bounded by ignorance and misery.