Living in the here,

Living in the now.

Asking myself why?

Asking myself how?

Asking the world,

What did we all do?

To deserve this uncertainty,

To receive this truth.

But she’d answered before asked,

If truth be known.

She answered through fire,

Through hurricanes blown.

Through drought and through flood.

Through overcrowding and spilt blood.

She answered before I asked,

Clearly and understood.

We’re dying in the here,

We’re dying in the now.

And we don’t need to ask why,

For we already know how.


What To Write

I sit and ponder what to write,

Something original, something trite?

Something sexual, poems of love?

One thing I know, it’ll be about us.

I write for you, I write for me.

I write of things we’ve felt and seen.

I write our chronicle, our history.

I write of what will come into being.

As I sit I ponder, what tonight?

Who knows what? But I’m certain I’ll write.




I want to snap on my exam gloves

And inspect you thoroughly

Take you apart bit…by bit, not hurriedly

See if I can see…any Trace amounts

Of fucked-hurts from past loves

I don’t want you in disguise

I don’t want your half-truths and lies

You think you’ve known love in the past

Cupid’s arrows, well…they flew so fast

Piercing you over and over where it mattered the most

Your need for love was a haunting ghost

You were holding on to beliefs

Aching for someone else’s reliefs

The beauty inside of you slowly became your beast

So let me be your confessor, your understanding priest

Trust me, like I trust you

And there is nothing we can’t do

Body, mind, soul…our hurts and pains will enmesh

And we will enter one another’s flesh

Together forever

It is the god’s decree

You and I will never sever

Inside you, inside me

via Daily Prompt: Trace