Corazón Condición

"A silent explosion in the back of my mind burst open a wall that was carefully constructed through meticulous mental exercises that go by the names Ignorance and Obliviousness.

"El amor es realmente ciego... Pero, ¿por qué importa?

"Settle the dust that has been kicked into the air. Focus beyond it... Through the cloud... See what floats on the other side. Try what might not work. Hope it will. Hope it rests. Hope it settles.

"Mi corazón condición... No es tan frágil... Qué no mata lo hace más fuerte...

"Try, try, try. Hope this isn't one-way. Seek approval in affluent alliteration. Prove power in penned phrases. Avoid annoyance. Stay away from irritation. Strive to maintain a steadier status quo.

"I am not fluent in Spanish by any means. This is not a message. This is not an idea. This is the fusion of my heart and my mind. I hope you understand. I don't mean to sound dramatic. But they need to be separated."

Days

It seems like that day once spent with you
Will happen for a second every day until the end

But I loathed the idea that you would become
A tradition to spend for relative eternity

You are not to be a number lost among the days
Eleven twenty-eight is not my burden

Birthdays make more sense to me that way
To mark the progression of our age
And you don't have to wait
You are conscious of nothing

Your mind is nothing but you are part of mine
You are in my today, my tomorrow, my steps onward

Remembrance of gain over reminiscence of loss
Why is it instinctual to cling so tightly?
To protect one from becoming a forgotten thought?
That kind of grip wrinkles and distorts

I said goodbye to you, my friend...
I am not going to hold on...
But I will meet you when you walk again...
And catch up on days between us passed...

Synchronicity

Perfection is another world
Outside our state of mind
But in our moments of synchrony
It is not so hard to find

In those brief moments of ours
We discover immersion
I perpetually endeavor toward
These helpful diversions

You hold onto memories...
I love the way you hold them...
Gripped tightly, yet fondled gently...
Careful not to fold them...

Perfection is an embellishment
What can we be but emulsified souls?
Together in wonderment
Synchronicity within our molds

Question

Poised to form a question
Too early to ask
I gather hesitation
Still, the moment

It is filled with you
It is entranced
A question would off-set
What is balanced

But someday the question
Will escape from my tongue
Out through my mouth
From empty lungs

The silence will stun
You'll be stunned, too
The question, I won't regret
But what about you?

Distractions will have passed
The question ever lingers
The silence won't last
Behold, the moment...

...And trembling fingers