Poetry — When the sun goes down She comes alive, a lioness from her den Ready for the night and its wild games Yet another trip to the world of seduction. Burying yesterday’s wounds Her perfumed hands searching for a cigar Just to hide her innocence behind the smoke Just to pretend…

A tribute to all those souls who disappeared silently from the earth succumbing to sexual assaults. — Oh, what have you done to me? you made a mess out of my body now, when the fire is down can you feel my cold lifeless skin? Hello, maybe it is time for you now to get up and run before the dawn wipe away your stains from my groin lest they…

(Warning! Sensitive content ahead!) I am a dragon fruit born in the desert on a thorny cactus life was harsh on me unfair advantage on my childhood innocence. I never knew why my fingers were sticky in the mornings after cold rainy nights you borrowed them for a tamarind sweet guiding me to a warm hole I…

This world is just another fucked up place. let us not pretend everything is alright abandoned long ago by the forgone gods we made this land into a piece of shit stinking and prostituted to the core she is raw and bleeding from the wounds. Overfed ducks, bruised guinea pigs de-furred…

Morning glory blooms, Dewdrops glisten in the sun, Nature’s symphony.

Falling down Rolling over Crawling up I can only sigh into the sky Gazing at the distant moon Shivering in loss and pain Fumbling in the darkness My broken heart is grieving For a little love Lying naked on the grass Bleeding all over my body Stained in sin and shame Struggling to clasp my hands I let out a silent prayer A prayer for your healing To set right a misplaced past To wipe away the tears

Celebrating Inclusivity My first attempt at reading my own poetry to support inclusivity as Purple Parade celebrates its 10th year anniversary. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Friend… Don’t give up your race Don’t slow down your pace Pick yourself up and run again The precursor to healing is pain You are not…

Hello Do you remember me? I am Noelle The Lord’s Birthday Hanging on the tree Innocence crucified Bruised and bleeding I paid the price For your wickedness I was all love and light A little girl with big eyes Loved to sing on winter nights Collecting feathers and hearts Hugging…

A rainy evening A steaming cup of hot coffee And you across the table Silent conversations Looking into your eyes Losing myself in the moment Exhilarating, intoxicating My elevated soul Dancing on the moon We both become statues Frozen in space and time Oblivious to life all around Dissolving into one another…