Poetry & Blogs

Love came Blazing into my life like a California wildfire Setting flames to everything I’d ever known  Love came Dancing into my life like a Cuban salsero Tickling my ash into sparks I hadn’t seen in far too long Love came Flooding into my life like a Costa Rican waterfall Nurturing my soil with beauty…

A man once told me I had galaxies in my eyes He said I had the brilliance of a California sunset But told me to never stop chasing the sunrise A man once told me my most precious asset was my light He said that life would be tough but that was to be my…

Beware of the Poets. Oh, how I pity their victims, The poor souls of their inspiration. How I envy the words The ink that will be poured over endless pages About the love won, The love lose, The love exchanged. What wretched leeches they are, Stealing inspiration from things that aren’t theirs to have. And…

No one could quite understand How she was never really complete How she was empty when she was home But full of life when she would leave • No one could quite understand How she left a part of her everywhere she went How every country added to her memory But stole from her present…

Dear Perfect Love, I no longer search for you. I no longer need to. For my eyes have grown wise & my heart tender. & I wonder where along this broken line, I let the world convince me that you were small enough for only one human. You, my Dear, are far too vast; far…

My heart has grown weary Of men who slip promises through their teeth That they don’t intend to keep • My feet have grown weary Of men who insist on dancing But always fail to lead • My lungs have grown weary Of men who desire my laugh But refuse to let me breathe •…

Here’s to a love that sets you on fire And doesn’t look back. • Here’s to a love that knocks your knees weak And laughs in the face of uncertainty. • Here’s to a love that steals the breath from your chest And doesn’t apologize. • Here’s to a love that sweeps through your soul…

I have a love for presence That only the poets can describe A freedom only Henley could appreciate • I have a love for light That only the scientists can understand A language only Galileo could translate • I have a love for compassion That only the alchemists can touch A frequency only Gautama could…

I am tired of hearing what god is from head-tripping men behind podiums, from isolationists on a spiritual quest, from rule-makers and politicians, from book-nosed experts, from lovers of sensual detachment and high-horsed institutionalists. If we’re going to talk about a “god”, I want to hear about a juicy one. • I want to hear…