Sunday, January 15, 2017

lofty eyes...

the life of all rhythm comes from wonder....the underbelly of stance is no matter..foothold is not a step in any, plants...slipping away, as if to sketch your feelings on pavement is a method to skate into tomorrow...waltz, a force of pattern...why not surf in directions that curve?  a new dance has you...thinking...wondering...the air is different and takes the eye of the clouds to bless your vision...these love lost steps.....into a new rhythm....

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

walk along

the stare of you drives the dark in me...
you remark......a mark
a scar within clouds..fellow rhythm and floating
a floor can crash...seed  some love, tomorrow remains imagination

Sunday, June 12, 2016


Walking a hallway, with walls as dark as earth, Tesanto’s eyes bled with rhythm….awaiting each step……so cautiously placed with gentle affair.  This oaken floor cracked, with a thirst to speak.

An intruder was near but the darkness was venom, flooding and drowning any line of sight.

If only a glimpse could draw the moon through taunt windows….a path could open and a cut to the chase. 

Carry the worry of this rhythm in stride…….brave and demanding.
Tesantos buried emotions in this line of thought, this situation, and plodded forward.  

No longer caring about the floor, where boards chattered and spoke uncertainty.
A stir off in in the dining room, a breezing curtain swayed awkward amidst its intended staredown.

Tesantos approached, now an open window, granted with the most, faint street light, enough to squint through but not focus on and understand its blur.

One last step forward and a trembling peel of the wandering drapery….at windows edge…Tesantos saw a shadows wisdom as breath brought a brief glare to the air, its door exposed….

It was a waltz within a room, ending…

Monday, April 25, 2016

safer in danger....

Saturday, April 23, 2016

lift a hand, close a fist

this will tell itself....

Friday, April 22, 2016

her ever

she longs then feels loss...she breaks me down
her soul questions mine
why she just breaks me this way
her ever just works me into a sad space
the hurt was there and she knew it all to well
I walk with

what I hear from her heart is it me or is it her?
Ive fought for existence...all in failure....left for dead thoughts

Monday, April 4, 2016

a venture of must...pure lost escape.....

i missed this in my life..........and now, i desire