Déjame en paz

What fragile peace accompanies

I’ll leave and brick up the glass

How sickly-sweet the assurance seems

Yo solo estaré, en paz.



With every sigh I drown in eyes
The danger pulses nearer.
Forgotten tomes of Panic old
Why should I even fear her?

Give up this delight in agony
Relinquish this desire for pain
Like burns on skin from fires thin
They leave hideous soul-stains.

Let go give up release trust love
Trust love
Trust Love
Trust the one who IS LOVE.

An Ode to Culture

Dark skin
Is lovely
Deep brown like aged trees
Or light milk cocoa.
All the in-betweens are just so.
Ivory skin
Is beautiful
It can be so pale as to glow in the twi-night;
Or tan skin, bronzed or golden from sunlight,
or butter-cream like our favorite ingredient.
Skin is fully incredible
When it wrinkles in a smile
It is an adornment for our lilting words, graced with cultured miles
Every part of humanity is at its most shining
In the moments of sun when we glimmer with kindness
We are not divided by our different words for love
We are not defined by the heritage of our blood
The world is a big place
There are many of us; and we are different
The greatest gift is our unique lives, not once repeated, not a single time
Would we seek to degrade differences?
You and I are not the same
It is beautiful
Let us revel in all we can now learn from one another.
Or not learn; or share. We are all “others”
in the world, because no one is your kin if you do not feel that everyone is
To someone else, and so to you.