| Tales |
| You are now entering into my third book, Tales, which will be released this year. It includes original poetry by Russell C. Mendoza who is my favorite poet, and incidentally my best friend. This book contains my sketches and five short stories. I'm including a link to one of the stories here and a link to Russell's website so you could read some of his yummy poems. One of those is included in Tales. The poems on this page were written simultaneously with the sketches but they're not in the book. |
| For Himself I would write you a poem� When I have finally overcome my speechlessness And open-mouthed awe at the very sight of you� I would write you a poem� I am caught by the fire that burns in your eyes And my voice has gone silently like ashes blown away by your passion� In the aftermath, when the embers die and I regain what I lost� I would write you a poem� My hands are stilled as I reach out to touch your face� And I am frozen by the heat of wanting to feel, but not to disturb� And they fall to my sides groping for a pen that refuses to bleed� But when it does� I would write you a poem� If I could search the halls of my mind for a name To call you by, a word to capture all that you are� To entrap your Being in open-ended serifs Or even the sound of a sigh� I would write you a poem� But words fail me now, and like all the deepest emotions That shame the loveliest verses of the most inspired poets, I am dumb with feeling� Someday, when these emotions rise from the depths and They shall be less than what they truly are� I would write you a poem� For now, I would let this, whatever this is, that Throbs in my heart and wrings my soul into knots of longing Be� As you are� My nameless Beloved� |
In my unveiling I feel no shame� I speak to you from the depths of where I had lain Weeping in my sleep� I stirred from my bier when you first Happened into my life. Your smile was like the sun� and to one unused to light I feared you, and what you could have done� You were there again when I was sighing with the snow And you melted them away� the first shoots of spring Gently bursting through my soul� You will not know, cannot know That the breath you have lent this Being Shall someday throb like the heat of summer� To outlast all the seasons that Time would ever hope to remember� In my unveiling I feel no shame� You gave me light� Beyond this I ask for nothing� Beyond this I offer you the infinite possibilities of Things uncertain� I am unveiled. Speak to me of your heart�s desire� And I shall return to you the spark you gave That has now turned to gently burning fire� Your kind ways have taught me tenderness� Now I fear no more, to tread forth Into the spaces of your life, Unashamedly naked and stripped of sadness� |
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