Life
Part I
This Moment
Moonlight casted through trees.
Poetry in my lap. 2nd floor balcony.
Alcohol in modesty next to me.
Can it get better than this?
The beautiful humming moment.
This exists.
Echoes in the Night
It takes a soft sound
to hear the silence.
‘Tap’ ‘Tap’ ‘Tap’
Hear the gaps. Now.
Sustained. Suspended.
An empty calm
of fresh snowfall.
No steps. Only the trail light
illuminating the path.
Trees are all my eyes can see.
Have you ever seen dust in a sunbeam?
Dancing delicately. Swiveling silently
to the ground. Without sound.
Tug, of moon, earth, and stars.
Celestial space. Empty of music’s embrace.
On earth, the rain ends. Drops replaced
with parting clouds and silence.
Dancing in Trenches
Tunnel from my heart under the war
to your door. Escaping the rain
(reign) of reality. A space carved
out for you and me. Possibility.
Positioning our game pieces on the
same board. We stand on the
same floor. Thank you for dancing
with me. Delicately. I want to
sweep you off your feet. But
that might break the tension.
Give me some attention. I’ll tell you
now; it will never be enough. I want
to learn, comprehend, how to hold
you in moments. I crawl through
this tunnel seeking you. Mingling
of souls. I don’t care about the throes
of war. I am willing to step out of
the trenches and face battery, sentries.
The enemy. They don’t realize they are
our allies. We’re here to change
perspective. Mention me in your
memory. I will love you
intentionally.
Forget About Me
Forget about me. I have eternal life.
Forget about me? My dear. I have a wife.
Forget about me. I will be alright. I survived
my 20s. Frozen in ice. My wounds needed
time to heal. Yes, it was an ordeal.
Forget? No. It’s my memory. The pain is my
holy glory testament to my ideal. My reason.
My love for living. Expressed totally in
desolate agony. My story is not complete.
But. While there were no wounds, not of flesh.
My value, my beliefs, were put to the test.
I passed. Whatever they put in my sack,
I carried. I cried. I died spiritually many
times. But I was reborn over & over.
My spirit is clean. My structure is
sturdy. My love is greater. Forget me?
I. Love. Me. I will take all the pain of living.
I will sip every emotion. And then.
Smile. At the clouds.
Sunsets. Skies. Blue or stars. I will never stop staring
at the moon no matter how many time you wipe my memory.
Forget about me.
Luv.Yuh
Under an umbrella standing in a soul storm.
Comprehend that energy, enigmatically, is one medium.
You are a heart, lungs, in exchange with space air. Take a sip.
Your beer is a gift. Sunlight on bare skin.
Can you imagine never feeling this again?
Nuclear processes stem from particle
paradox. What do you believe? Biological
processes obeying universal tendencies? Or
trans-dimensional frequency. Vibrancy. Receiver
of incomprehensible modalities, realms,
domain of spirit energy. Won’t you
imagine with me? The mind is infinity.
I love you. In every possibility.
Last Kiss
The time after this is not guaranteed.
Like the moon covering the sun.
Before daylight clears, tell me,
with your hand around the back
of my head, “I love you.” The last words
spoken, left on my lips, with this kiss.