Return to Sender

I look into your eyes

as the light drips from the skies.

Staring intently,

looking for answers to questions,

questions to answers.

To grasp the beauty in certainty.

I feel that I’ve known you for a long time

as I look at you for the first time.

Your eyes, your lips,

your brown hair to its tips.

All too familiar.

The touch of your skin

the manners of your whim.

All too familiar.

I’ve seen your reflection on

the haze of the twilight sunset.

It’s silhouette etched on the embers of my mind.

It’s like I’ve known you for so long…

Fate must’ve have been toying with us.

I’ve seen your face across the streets.

Touching hands slightly at the sidewalk

as the cars race behind us.

Re-aligning the stars

to places afar.

Borrowing the same book on different dates,

taking in and pausing on the same page.

Shared daydreams of an eternal sunshine

whisked away by the busyness of the day.

Destiny is forever waiting for its turn to bloom.

Sighing its exasperated breath under the moonshine.

Re-aligning the stars

to places afar.

Finding its way back to you.

Each new encounter is a beginning to an end

an end to a beginning.

A new sunrise

through the mirror of your eyes.

Superhero

The dark sky rains down on the tumultuous streets.

The roars of despair and hate rings in your ears.

Guns blazing, burning, burning, burning.

The world weeps as it turns on the dark space.

Out of the drug-laden, alcoholic haze of the human condition

a man who chose to conceal his face…

Wearing a mask that no one can see

a suit that melts into the chameleon of the eye.

To set things straight, to make things right.

Masked escapades dwindle in the music of despair.

Masked justice….

Masked crime…

Moving hand in hand, inseparable.

One bad day, a practical joke.

Years passed, the world remains the same.

Crooked cops and politicians,

patricide and homicide,

the stench of death fills the twilight air.

The masked man is old and depraved.

Grown weary at the world.

He goes to a dark house around the corner

sees a murder taking place…

A masked man with a similar face,

strangling life out of the mangled corpse.

He grabs the masked man and beats him to a pulp,

strips him of his masked identity.

The black eyes looked into him as a reflection of his own,

with its bloody eyes and face, it looks at the masked avenger

and gave a sly grin then broke out in uncontrollable laughter.

He takes justice into his own hands, and leaves the empty house…

He returns home and looks up at the abyss.

The man in the mask stares at the world

as it burns beneath the shadow of time.

He looks in the mirror and sees the darkness within

and the light that could break it…

He leaves the room and takes his coat.

The T.V. spoke to the nothingness in the walls…

“In today’s news we have a guest speaker, Dr. Wilhelm Mason

to discuss his award winning book

Why the World Doesn’t Need Heroes.”

Chocolate Sundae

Vanilla and chocolate mixed into one!

Oh! How desire fills me to the brim!

The sinewy chocolate embracing

the white skin of vanilla.

Languidly dripping down through my throat

like a passion on hold during spring time.

Longing for that moment in time

to touch and feel your coldness and warmth

as you fuse into my body.

Chocolate and vanilla

what a wonderful treat!

Double the pleasure, double the fun.

Disastrous mixture made into one!

Forever clinging into my being

through its fat into my heart.

And to think that before

I used to remove the chocolate syrup

and just eat your vanilla whiteness.

But after a while just vanilla lost its tingle.

You became so drab and boring

tasteless to some degree

how I yearned for more from you!

I put you aside to melt in the sun

to reminisce about our time and fun.

After a while, I’ve seen you again

covered in a blanket of chocolate

as you were the first time we met.

I took a bite

oh! What delight!

Tasting you again in all your splendor.

Never again will I take you apart.

You taste much better as you are.

Dear God,

It is in deep humility to finally be able to write to You.

I took great lengths to put this letter together.

Anyway…

I’ve been thinking lately.

I’ve been saying all these prayers but none of them seem

to be answered, saying all these prayers and verses

but nothing seems to be happening.

I just wave my hands around in bewilderment

with all of what’s happening in the world.

The terror filled streets, the killing, the dying…

Sometimes I just wonder why You haven’t decided to come and save us.

You know, we’re doing all the work down here!

But then again the last thing You need are heroes…

People are so eager to die for You

but they find it harder to actually live for You.

Martyrdom is so heroic!

Saving the world for You is so heroic!

They use Your name for their means and ends.

But they just don’t understand that whatever they do

just can’t amount to You.

You loved us because You didn’t need us.

I’ve been so skeptical about You

because of all the tragedy that befits Your name.

The more I know You the more evil I see.

The more suffering came along the way…

But it’s part of the whole picture

engraved on the stained glass.

I’ve looked all over the world for You

but I still couldn’t find You.

I’ve dared Your strength by planting a seed of

sunflower in winter, waiting for it to bloom.

To no avail.

Where can I find You?

Where can I see You?

All these years have passed

my hair has turned gray

and the world remains the same.

I look outside and see my child

playing with utmost delight.

I glance upon a mirror…

I realized that You have been there all along

my prayers have always been answered.

I walk towards the door and leave.

Bathed by the blue rays of the sky.

I end this letter and hope to write to You again.