Tears of Yesterday..

..No longer..

Thank You For Asking..

He asks me regarding the tarot:  "What religion is this from?" Now, as her and I lay in the winds of Deva Premal, prayers and God..it came to me:


"My spirituality is like music.  I don't discriminate by genre. scene, structure or art form, I listen to what moves my soul, my feet; to what resonates within me, my heart.  Likewise, my practice takes naught a certain religion or region, nor does it judge you if yours does.  It flows with the seasons of my evolution, this life.  Hence, it will not try flashy advertisements to persuade you to tune into this show.  It's structure is that there isn't one, and it doesn't care who you know.  It's but a song that borrows its melodies from many places of inspiration, from many respectable traditions, all which have a home within my soul's timeline, and is infinitely my own.."


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Just The Two of Us

I’ve finally surrendered.  Contended to the fact that I will do most of this alone: all of the important stuff that matters, that she’ll remember when she’s grown and be thankful for.  Who could’ve known what the cards were to reveal: a walking contradiction hiding beneath words I wanted to believe were real for so many months - spinning my wheels to nowhere, blindly allowing a dream you never meant to create with me to steal my attention away from the truth.  Like watching the news, you’re game of distraction lit my fuses to the point of abuse and now neither one can turn back, there’s no use.  For these are times when love’s bond needs to stand strong in the face of adversity and hormone intoxication.  But instead you run deeper into work and her bed to feel safe from life’s frustrations.  A little boy move, proving you chose your team.  Now run along and play a fixed game of responsibility from 3 thousand miles away and claim your fame as Father of the Year in vain.  I can’t blame you for not being ready for such a change in the game.  Many other men, more so than not, feel the same - what a shame.  Smh..  Some adapt, and some cannot.  Some can stand and clap when they look back and some fall into the trap of “should haves”.   Another stomach knot..
The latter will not be me... 

 I chose this road with you kid, it’s just you, me…and a dream..

POETRY/PROSE BOOK COMING SOON !!!  STAY TUNED !!

Minor Chords of Love

I miss you..

I don’t know why..

Everything you’ve ever been..

Was but a lie..

I can now see through..

The failure..

Of everytime I tried..

Settling for..

Veils of doubt..

Invading my intuition..

Suspicion..

Clout..

Always proving true..

I suppose I never really knew

The real you..

Because..

You walked in moments..

Of what I wanted you to be..

Allowing it time and again..

You to manipulate me..

Seducing me via security..

Confusing love and money..

For control..

As I sit, vulnerable..

Creating a new soul..

Loving you in those moments..

But a broken violin..

Harmonizing in between..

And only then..

Hoping you could be that person..

24.7..

But a potential in Eternity..

Will never be enough..

For me..

I miss you..

I don’t know why..

Lyrics of Your Face

I searched countless poems

To find the lyrics of your face

Only to come back

To this place

Pacing

Painfully grieving

That which I cannot see

Deceiving..

In me..

Sensing

Only what used to be..

Your words

Cannot withstand

The weighing secrets

Your actions whisper

In the space in between

To me..

The Truth..

And my heart knows..

And my heart knows..

You’ve gone somewhere

With her..

To dance

In the amber wishes of tomorrow

My acceptance

Laced in sorrow

Lying in a bed of powerlessness
Lying..
In a bed of powerlessness

I searched countless poems

To find the lyrics of your face

Only to come back

To this peace..

-Kristin de la Renta

Awakening..

...a song that makes me feel an early morning sunrise in the winter...
L.O.V.E.

"If I only could..Make a Deal with God.."