Faithful you
Noiselessly
I have left you
-Underwood
Tag: self
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March 14
I have been
A fire
A cornerstone
Inside your mind
Easier to cry
When you’re not around
Because, loving you
Requieres a soft space
On the opposite side of my bed
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rəˈzôlv
You asked
If I ever sleep
I – do
My mind circles
In – rəˈzôlv
This dazzling dark
And its allegories
Live above these lines
You watch me
And my insufficiencies
When it comes to love
And that is okay
Because without it
I would not be
Myself
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Out’loud
You come to me
With hands
Made of rain
Annunciatively
Whispering my name
In this adverbial space
I become
Ever so nervous
Forever’ly
I swear
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Insoluble
Sometimes
Brightness
Feels
Disfigured
Shinning
So innocently
While I stand
In what feels like salt water
Sulfured, perhaps
Honed by your touch
Skeptical, by your embrace
Because in this clarity
I’ve figured out
You’re just wrong
For me
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Hemostasis
Doors between us
You tell me
Be careful with my head
These ambitious thoughts
Must hide them
Like contraband
In this reverent space
I greet you
Making myself
An immediate cautery
Instead of shaking your hand
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Countdown
Time spent
In this commercial space
Immeasurable
Nights, days, collide
Growing this business
Has left many gaps in this blog
Months, years of silence
Yet, words collide
Meeting me in disbelief
And in this mutuality
I break my fast
Before dawn
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When we met
Your less•ness
Was more
Gazing at you
Felt elegant
Over mirrors
While you traced
Curvatures of my faith
Christ, hanging over us
More preciser than light
And yet, you took me
Through a straight line
Inviting flames to our bed
Sparks to invisible
For poetry to withstand
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Distance•r
I see • you
Bringing rain
To my hands
Like a plant • waits
To become • a tree
Who am • I
To • you
In this whole earth
Equating love
For leaves
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109
Orbits of grace
At the in’s of me
Right here
I fall
110
Times a day
Like something
That still glows
Tucked, under
A single address
My land of traumas
Heightened with fear
A place that holds
My childhood
So terrifyingly
Deciphering torment
And the inability
To seek help
From people
Who watch you
Fall, in less dirt
Painful terrains
This is Cuba – 1979
Martyrs of disguise
Making parenthood
Less fiable
As everyone
Is too busy
Surviving
Their
Own
Imprisonment
I’ve been
A lonely walker
For decades
This life
Has taught me
To believe
That above my name
There is a vacancy
A beautiful sky
With blue lips
That speak for me
Making peace
For the rest
Of my existence
Like a road
That is long
Yet spangled
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Tell me
If time is love
How many corners
In a heart
That is burning
In entanglement
Too deep
Too loyal
To ever be
Afraid
Of you
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With You . .
I am
Unsure
Of what I feel
You taught me
Strength
The
Unimaginable
Kind
Circumstance
Brings me here
A place where I can
Hang my words
And, my unraveling
Thoughts of you . .
Jan 26, 2026
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Shades of Purgatory
I once knew
How light was spent
Its trickling effects
As faith pointed
With a golden rod
My own despair
Sat in a womb of fear
Aware it was not science
My conscious inadvertently
Reversed millions of words
Narrowing it down to one
-God
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Quiet Resentment
Heavy lines
Mounted over me
These purple nights
Drowning super stars
Forgetting what it is to write
Phosphorus dynamite
Encircles and intertwines
Muting one decade at a time
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Just hold . .
Stone COLD
Hold ON
You’re still STRONG
NERVE pain loneliness
I haven’t LEARNED anything
EXCEPT for the LINES across your FACE
MORE human, than YESTERDAY
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Daylight
Knocking darkness
Out of nights
Even in these shadows
Truthfully speaking
I prefer daylight
The hardest
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Next Train . .
I am adapting
Cowardly, but adapting
This is distinction
Between surviving
And existence
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‘Brightness Of My Dark’
One must be blind
Stripping God of its own light
Things none of us could be
The profound luster in lines
It’s happening to me
A wound, too echo’d to reveal
That love is not found in days
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To be broken . .
Fight for insight
God’s copyright
In this interior of light
My signature becomes
A wrath that requires no reason
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Almost . .
Forgot
How still
Your mind is
This is not
A compliment
It’s rhetoric,
It chokes
The good parts of me
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Night’Comes
Covers us in blue
In the instant
Of this instant
Memory invents
Another present
A circular courtyard
With superstitious
Flashes of light
Intended to cover
Every crack in our horizon
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Mimic
The eternities of a second
My whole life to solve
Pitiless searches for a body
To grow old with
Nameless sensations
Such a cruel thing
To miss the dead
With this immeasurable clarity
Like gravid drops of hope
Spinning over itself
Tirelessly, till we learn
How to love, again . .
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Untimely
The furthest of reaches
Sex seal serpentines
These syllogisms
Transform me
Inside is outside
It is everywhere
And nowhere
Invented
Devoured
– Man
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Nobody Knows
We live in identical rooms
We blankly wake, we greet
From one balcony to another
Successively for a hundred years
Between now and tomorrow
We will spend the rest of our days
Growing gardens out of angry stars
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His Heart
Immune to mine
Interiors of gray matter
Granular minerals
Sleepy-colors
Obsolete to some
– Love
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Untitled
Love clamps itself
Leaving small gaps
With just enough spaces
Allowing you to taste
Your very own tongue
Arrows & Metaphors 
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