Dolce Vita

The Aftermath of New York

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There’s darkness within me.

Oh, my heart!

So full yet incomplete

The world has taken its toll on me,

And left us with only steel.

Silent minds are often shallow;

Asleep beneath the false sunlight, they hide away.

There’s darkness within me!

Oh, my heart!

Hide me from the livid trees and groves of entropy

Dolce Vita,

The rich man goes first,

And the rest are soon to follow.

Charcoal black is the afternoon sky

Dolce Vita, we all shall die.

10/23/17

A Simple Poem 

The Aftermath of New York: A Simple Poem

To know 

that when I look into his eyes 

I will see no monsters lurking in the depths 

that wish to turn my veins to ice

but instead a sea of morning light

with a warm “welcome home” sign the color of autumn leaves 

means more to me than I could ever describe in this jumbled poem.

To know his hands  

will always be careful

not to tamper with the thin fabric of my heart 

that has been torn like the “take one” papers at the corner store

or unlock the diaries in my mind without permission

that hold words such as these  

but filled more so with ink stains 

that haunt me while I sleep 

means more to me than I could ever jot down on this paper.

To know that when he holds me close

his heart beats steadily for the art of love

 to tame the monsters of the dark

to sew the fabric of my heart

to hold his breath 

or even watch his step 

to ensure that I sleep soundly  

means more to me

than just a simple poem. 

-Peace to the Piano Prince.


Originally Written: 3/27/17
Revised: 7/6/17

Run Like the Water 

The Aftermath of New York: A Simple Poem

Run.

Run like the water in the stream.

Seep through the pores of the earth, and find its darkest secrets,

But don’t run away from me.

Trust in me. 

Trust me like the waterbird trusts the tide. 

I will not let you fall beneath the waves when we set out to sea, 

But don’t float away from me.

Water will wash us clean of troubles, of fear, of insecurities. 

It will rinse our eyes free of tears after late night calls that distance miles apart, 

Or cool our boiling blood when the world will not listen to the peace we sing. 


Water will carry us through the trials of time.

Our love will be forever preserved in the crystal glaciers of the north, 

Or in the bellies of parched children on another shore.


Let it forever live on.
Without doubt,
Without drought.


Love me. 
You are my source of life. 

7/5/17