What I think about when I think about loving

Featured

IMG_0540.JPG

What I think about when I think about loving

Let’s replace the butterflies with bees
A constant list of things to do
Of ways to be better
Of ways to be

Let’s replace the fireworks with a flame
Just one that stays burning
Stay away from the explosives,
The aftermath burns

Let’s replace the theme song with a soundtrack
Transitional, track after track
Grow up from fleeting moments
Live past ever after

Let’s replace the superlatives with consistency
Balance the emojis with dates and a night in
Pajamas with nachos
But remember there’s always room for stilettos and white knights

I remember I always wanted that look Leonardo Di Caprio had when he saw Claire Danes through the aquarium
I wanted that moment when Shane West built a telescope for her to see the stars
Breakfast, it is sacred and sharing the moment should be a blessed sacrament

I still fumble with my keys at the doorstep
I still smile with the first morning greet
I still roll my eyes at natural quirks and end with a laugh
It’s silly but I still…

Home cooked meals and vinyl records
Dim lights and road trips
Street food and take aways
Through the morning rush
And the turning of newspaper pages

In all it’s intensities
Passed through the ambiguity
Questioning capacities
Across my palm lines
Awkward cliches and broken cracks
I still think about love

Advertisements

The Patrician’s Creed

Featured


To here I stand promising myself to the world. The bliss it brings and the hurt it
hurls.

I believe in the power of the people, the human element in skill. The workforce
behind the frame of life and the reason for results.

I believe in happiness, moreover the essence of joy. To the days of those long
runs that prizes me or just the joy of jogs.

I believe in the suffering, not the punishment. The loss of links and the loss of
pause. For every pain that strikes me, I’ll take it to the heart. To strengthen and
bestow it with the wisdom to understand sacrifice.

I believe in the good of all things, a witness of experience and a carrier for shares.
To lives lived and that lives that go. To the things that finished and the ones that
barely reached brink. The necessity seems mere but a heavy one that sows.

I believe in evil, that antimatter of all things. Its hidden hints and taunting
thoughts, pieces that we tend to forego. The sole reason of the s7ven and the
crying of lost souls.

I believe in the fear of it all, the risk that plays and the loss of it all.

I believe in progression; the personal touch of God. The challenge to take in
change and the wisdom to understand it.

I believe in peace, the kind that allows you to sit in your thoughts and bask to the
beat of your heart.

I believe in faith itself, the second hardest concept to understand by humankind.
The constant questioning, the risk and the time to let go and let God.

I believe in love, the most difficult notion to accept. An acquired taste but
apparently a universal tongue.

I believe in freedom, the cutting of chains and the state of parity.

I believe in the fight, the raging passion from within. The expression of self and
the kinds that jabs my life to spin.

I believe in all of the above and all of below. The person that I am and the fires
that will refine me. I am limitless, here I stand and give myself to the world as it
gives a piece of itself in return. I will leave my legacy and to the world, I bestow
my all.

Times in the Ring

I’m back to ground, dust as I am

Lost myself in a wretched maze

Hear all the bass

Paced all I could

Footsteps like a thief

Can’t hear the stomp

I’ve listened to all my tapes

Feels like an infinite loop

Unsure of myself

Wondering who’s in the mirror

Yelling at her – show me how you fight

Tell em!

Hold me down!

“For what? You’re on the floor!”

Yelling back – show me how you lived!

Crowd goes wild

Mirror stares back

All four corners of the room surrounding her

Sirens like a track

Fingers waved around

Disenchanted beast

Sweaty hair in a messy ponytail

Cry as it may

Be as you are

Show em,

Go on,

Show

The

Ashes

Changing Shapes

For the longest time, my favorite shape was a circle. I liked its repetition and how it symbolizes forever. Infinity.

Two years ago, I packed my bags and before I left the airport, my elder siblings hugged me tight and said goodbye. That broke my love for circles. For mornings, I’d search for familiarity in faces. A reference or a joke – I talked about beginnings, they talked about the weather. I talked about coffee sessions and they talked about drinking sessions.

From days turned to months and months turned into seasons. Two winters later and a semi version of Spring later, I saw a face at a train station. She wore a gigantic bag pack and held a cup of coffee. I hugged her tight and said hello!

We took a photo together with the name of the train station above our heads to remember this moment we meet again.

These circles were cut in the middle and flattened out as straight lines, years have changed us. Broken us apart and pieces are still finding it’s way back.

From airports to phone calls to train rides, these lines have kept us together. Perhaps cut circles weren’t damaged goods but new pathways to meet and to move forward.

I like these lines.