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views misconstrued. miscarriage
of belief, religion…


I’ve written to you

My hopes and dreams

Poured my heart out like spilled ink on a page

Turned to you when within was filled with rage

at times I made no sense

but you’ve seemed to clarify every word

every line






tanka and freed verse pursed through these lips

When I decided to quit

You remained snuggled in the depths of my mind

Echoing throughout every thought

every word and moment

every issue, situation

you stood patient waiting for me to return

Tears skating along side my face

loose grip

blank page

words runneth over like a tidal wave of emotions I can’t control

I’ve written to you

My hopes and dreams

Poured my heart out like spilled ink on a page

just so you would know you are loved…


LOVE is ageless time

Spent forever and a day

With the one you LOVE…



LOVE is innocent,

Childish, not for fake but real

LOVE knows no limits…


LOVE is a higher

Level of being given

To us from above…


LOVE is an art drawn

Between two, lines and curves, inked 

And true to its form…





LOVE is a selfless

Action of two beings laid

Side by side. Passion…


LOVE is poetic

Words spoken to another

Warms the heart because…



LOVE is the emotion we share

the feeling we hold dear

the drive in our hearts that keep us wanting each other despite

obstacles in the way



actions ours take to separate us


4 simple letters

1 powerful word

with a  meaning of passion,



intoxicating fornication


that’s how I express these feelings in one word…



if I had it my way, I would pour a full cup over and over…

lose myself in every sip

within every be-an it’s made of

enjoy it

talk with it

hold it as if it were the last cup every made

devour it

explode in it, from it, because it

gives me a shot of adrenaline to get through the hours of boredom without it

but not in a rush

slow sips and if it drips on to my tongue

seductive licks

because this,

 is the best coffee I know

early in the morning the smell makes me smile glad to be alive

afternoon sips in the office

refresh every part of me

an end of the day cup gives me the joy to know that this coffee is all for me

and tomorrow will soon come so I can enjoy it again…

         Colombian Coffee,

                                                  Good to the last drop…


Simply put,

“When I write its like a dance instructor telling my fingers and this pen how to waltz across each line…”

-Marcus J


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