If I say Love:
I don’t say desire; I don’t say control; I don’t say possession.

If I say I love you:
I mean The Me in You, The You in Me, and The Me in Them.
Therefore, when I say I love You, I love Them as well.

But…

The purpose of this piece is to help myself and the reader to see The Other. To be aware of one another, see ourselves and each other, maybe as in a mirror.
Here, the goal is to see one another less as objects of consumption and more as people whose humanity…

I wish airlines would accept poems to pay their fares,
Credit card companies the currency of kisses,
That I could heal people with songs while I sleep in my bed.
To attain fitness by singing. To gain success just by dreaming!

And what do you want? The astute mind will…

the truth is not poetic
the truth is not pretty
the truth is, I had to labor for each breath
for each one of the steps ungracefully pushing my body upward
to think about each of the rocks in which I was stepping to attain traction
to avoid slipping on the trail and not to…

What is there, protected by your surface?
Is that a turtle or school of tuna gliding?
Shades of you playing games with my mind
Your voice speaks to me, clearly and loud

You expose some secrets, aided by tides
You, the omnipresent, lunary controlled
From something so far, tangible results
Love…

It was easier to write when I thought myself righteous, when I was not afraid of showing my face. What would you say of me if you’d know of my true colors of the dirt and viscosity from which within I move? …

We have been dehumanized for quite some time now.
More than dehumanized. We have been blind.
Blind to The Other while we anesthetized our lives with luxury, pleasure, and, more importantly, wants.

We created Hells. We, The Creators of Nightmares!
Us, The Anxiety Ridden Destroyers of Peace!
Why?
For fear of losing ourselves…