Dulcinea

Dulcinea,

you can’t just pass,

expect me to ignore your rose-tinted blush,

as I (subconsciously) block your path,

grab my hand and talk to me,

talk to me like my lady-love,

(you could be) a sweetheart at arms,

follow me through the pain,

as each smile tempts,

the Devil and angel inside,

torture me…

you’re more than welcome to,

ah, Senorita… what have you done?!

chasing you like windmills,

a fragrance so saccharine,

maybe I’ve lost all of my minds…

Hola, Senorita…

I beg for your smile,

your lovely cadence,

your sweet denials,

your passive presence,

makes me think twice,

Senorita,

an innocent question always stirs me,

spurs an intimate wonder,

I’ll never stop asking…

as your come-hither frame turns,

towards and away,

the fire is lit,

I am whatever you wish,

my Senorita,

stay beautiful.

 

 

 

 

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A Price for Everything- Lucy Maud Montgomery

“We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety, and discouragement.” – Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942)

Lately

“Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.” – Alice Hoffman

“The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering.”  – Ben Okri

Lately, I’ve been losing my mind a little. Not in the literal sense but during a pursuit… of reclaiming myself.

I moved to the other side of the state, but with the isolation, it feels like I’ve moved to the other side of the world.

On the pro side, I have learned so much about myself. Up to this point, my proclivity to bullshit was epic.

What I mean is that I would say things to get people off my back… the problem was that it had to do with life goals.

Basically, it comprised building blocks, milestones, and development which shouldn’t have amounted to bullshit.

The ultimate pro is that I found out who I am without the lie…and I like him.

The con of neglecting my true self for this long is digging out the proverbial hole I’ve allowed myself to fall into.

Tunneling to China ain’t easy…lol

Anyways, I am trying to work out HOW I make good…how to get back some of my heart…to do something I love again.

This retail crap is for the birds…

Langston Hughes has always been my favorite poet and one of my truest inspirations. I think my next endeavor should be a homage of sorts. I’ll work it out. 🙂

Bye for now, KS.