Thoughts and Poems

Fire for Fire

What has come over me?This sudden reckless need to be seen through the eyes of God in his honey-gold gaze without judgement or condemnation a filter through which the past seems now only a ghost of my memoryI want this Buried beneath…

Play me like a song

Aqua and crimsonmidnight- black beads interlaced like lovers holding on for lifeis the bracelet encircling my wrist. Colombia. You handed me ten thousand years of civilization casually as if the world was yours to give  it was only our first date. Riding through…