Thick, rough, sharp;

But beneath the hard shell

Could be grief,

Loss,

Despair,

Loneliness,

Fear,

Insecurities,

Whatevah evah —

A troubled soul is in hiding

And only compassion would dare seek.

. . . has no patience with anyone.

It waits for no one.

And a love without time

Is nothing but a sigh

For the impossibility.

Nay,

Perhaps,

I can’t thank you enough for all the wonderful things you have given me.

Nada– not one bad I recall.

With the nine-months alone,

Of putting your feet to grave,

Carrying me in your womb–

I can’t thank you enough, ‘Nay.

With countless of hard days

and sleepless nights

From birth to these days—

I can’t thank you enough, ‘Nay.

With the running and cramming I put you through

From recitals to graduations,

Baptismal to wedding—

All occasions—

I can’t thank you enough, Nay.

For the tears and sweat you shed;

For the recipes and laughter we shared;

For my secrets and craziness you kept;

For your patience and love that never end—-

Not even waive—

Perhaps, I can’t thank you enough, ‘Nay.

But I love you

and I always will.

YouTube/Thanks To You/Tyler Collins

I thought it was over.

Startlingly,

Your almond eyes met mines, mesmerizing

Your body too close to mine, throbbing

Your lips to mines, devouring

In your arms; I am a captive, willingly

Startlingly,

The clock stops ticking

My world stalls from spinning

As hands and lips are in motion,

Exchange after exchange,

Imposing dominion over the curves, conquering

Reasons and sanity in commotion,

Startlingly,

Sweet surrendering.

YouTube/Suddenly/Olivia Newton John & Cliff Richard

Death is everyone’s destiny.

Parting is the fate of right and left,

just as the sky and sea—

Too inevitable, so separable like you and me, . . .

Ours is history.

Mere consolation:

Memories.

But a minute with yours

means hours of intimacy

with shallots and onions—

seriously!

And when all I have

is a single-ply Kleenex—

so sucks to be me!

Fact. . . factually, . . .

YouTube/We’re All Alone/Cecilio & Kapono

For so long,

We’ve been playing hide and seek.

She’s nailing the hide;

And the seek is killing me.

Maybe, I need a new pair

Of eyes.