Morning chores

Everything
goes back to its place
except the kitchen stools
as you left them
in their new space.
I can't erase
traces of you
I can't erase
your words
from my exploding phone
your voice
from my missed-call mail.
Things to do:
Upgrade my memory chip
add to my space.

Old patterns resurfacing..reposting: Cappuccino

Cappuccino.
second cup of cream coffee
reaching for my lips
shattered to pieces
at my feet in bits

Unintended break
brown cinnamon
staining uncommon
shapes and shadows
on lime-green walls
and once happy white floors.

Won’t you sweep the blood pouring
while I salvage broken china
and weep to absent gods?
Never mind,
the cash register is calling.

Cappuccino
now cold and staining my feet
dance on my lips not meant to be.

(originally posted March 31, 2006)

"Don't conjugate"

To be
day by day
with you
To be
moment by moment
locked in your eyes
To be
breath by breath
in now - in wonder
surfing a wavelength
we caught together
like two restless rivers
meeting each other
and calmly flowing
until...whenever.
in freedom
in motion
in constant awe
of the wonders of nature
and natural disaster.

CrisscRoss(ed)

I seek you

I see you

I C U

I C-Ross

I see Cross

I seek Ross

View from the Top (wow!)

Proudly, by special guest poet, Hala Q

changing colors
missing the beat for a pestering premonition
pulling tomorrows towards today
kneading them into a love consuming apparition
wasted efforts lie on the floor
separate, mutilate, don't conjugate
one reality with another withering truth
wish it was a thorn in your fingertip
for my karmic tweezers to uproot
or a friday night bad hairdo
for my fingers to style running through
mixed messages
in the eagle's eyes
who's yearning to flap his wings
to fly

Only Wanna Be With You

"You and me, we come from different worlds
You like to laugh at me when I look at other girls
Sometimes you’re crazy then you wonder why
I'm such a baby cause the dolphins make me cry
But there's nothing I can do
I've been looking for a girl like you"

"Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever end
You get so mad at me when I go out with my friends
Sometimes you’re crazy then you wonder why
I’m such a baby and the dolphins make me cry
There’s nothing I can do
I only wanna be with you
You can call me a fool
I only wanna be with you
Yeah I’m tangled up in blue
I only wanna be with you"

--Hootie and the Blowfish

Endless eyes looking at me

Turning Left (..or Left Turning)

An American dream

seems to be taking

the shape of a human being

I’m a citizen of a new world

I pledge allegiance to these hands

and hold my passport

entry visa stamped

to a country somewhere

above the clouds of September

on the outskirts of seaports

loading blue pink buckets

of a catapult of shoulds

and together climbing rocks

wrapped in white papers of surrender.

Until

Stay
Your presence grounds me
It's the retrospect of you
which drives my insanity.

Full Moon

Heart skips a beat
to the lure of your drum in my head
your eyes
calling my name from the dead
and I can hear
nothing
and see nothing
by the sound of your lighthouse
drowning my distant fears.

SMS (Sentimental Messages Saved)

Please remove the spell.
I need to get some work done!

Hocus Pocus
make habibi focus.
Over & Out

So Sail (Two First Drafts)

So natural, yet
so irrational and missing ‘mental’.
So physical, yet
so deeply metaphysical it doesn’t matter.
So sentimental, yet
so detached and secretly personal.
So irresistible, yet
so resisted…without any apparent power.

So not normal.
So?

the heart is a sail

that opens wider than one eye can see

that wavers in uncertain wind

that rebelliously pulls the ship

against all currents and any reason

that fights against any man and all men

yet that collapses into a small space wrapped tightly against itself

and reaches out again to hold as much wind and sky and motion as possible

and strains with the effort

the more silently the greater the effort

until it rips, tearing the vessel in half with its silent force

stranding all aboard

or arrives, serenely and calmly, at its destination

and is stowed

now a mere tool

in the mysteries of navigation

Said He - Part II

Eyes closed, I float,

under the sun

green waves, bright blue sky

Glowing and warm, gently resting

on rolling waves in soft throaty murmur

a strong shore blanketed in smooth fragrant sand

seeing happy kids in games and child-drama

a sense of peace

...

And then

I rise from too-brief reverie and see

her green eyes, the bright blue sky

her warm bright smile and soft low tones

resting on her warm shoulder, she's rolling cigarettes

she's strong and soft and wrapped in sweet, fragrant skin

there's a sense of peace and all around

happy kids in games and drama

a sense of peace