Push. Broken walls and shove into shattered dreams. Glass strewn across paced feet. Disrupt any clear thinking and Dissolve any hope of the future. Wasted tears, Wasted years. Push. Shout out into screams and yells Harsh tones and echoed Wedding bells Photo memories thrown into a flame Smoke filled air, a cigarette to blame. Push. Shake the vibrating truth Have misery seat itself in lies that are mute Dare to speak living in enclosed walls Feel nothing in skin, emotionally starved. Push. Shove. Push away have no clearance for embrace Shove me again, to the arms That will take. Push. -b.r.rivera

Your kiss made me experience advanced linguistics. Crossed the line and enticed the spiritual reminisce in the swirl of the tongue, delight of a dance, moment of endangerment. I recite unknown adjectives and strange dialect Secret musings and told reverence. and I dare you. Dare you to re-enter the atmosphere summoned by the gods between a vibration of tongue and surrendered indulgence. Wave a white flag, lick my lips and set me free I am a prisoner to  your sensuality. I remember. Your oratory storytelling of electrical sparks pulsing veins re-charging nerves and tendons Where muscled neuropathy left feelings in the dark Wakening from the emotional comatose state Relying on time to tic toc our little dance on fate. I dare you to remember. Dare you to come into my world and brave the dusty soil Thirsty earth and shallow oceans. Be my cartographers dream walk through foothills and valleys unknown draw new lines in the regions of my thighs scale the lon

Does a hope inscribed begin with subtle little lines engraved in shallow letters and hardened dreams faced with cursive lines and silent pleasantries How can a borrowed memory Become a shadowed past Fuzzy with details distastefully described In purgatory of Jacob's Ladder Worlds collide and clash and within, I find lies.   When a love letter becomes a complaint Where two wrongs become a right falls play to victim and Heavenly Saint When excuses become statements fallen from the lips Where complacency holds no wrongs because ultimately ignorance is bliss Where entering a home becomes a hostile territory When opening a lock becomes synonymous with dread from the flick of a key Does hope inscribed begin with subtle little lines Shaped as certificates that mean nothing Rings that are not eternal and dreams that give birth to become woeful funerals Anniversaries as impending doom A interruption to something- A toast to life, raise your glass Two young lo

You invade me. There is no hidden offbeat path where I can dust myself off from rubble and shattered dreams. Bury myself from conflicted wounds and organized chaos that inevitably surrounds me. I wave a white flag. Simply surrender to the noise created from empty graves, beckoning scythe and Hail Mary's fingers approaching forehead, rosary laid to rest in heartless coffins. You are here. You hear no bugle horn calling its falling back, no wave of retreat into the dusk falling over the horizon. I have no place to go, no place to hide, no place to run Only a dream of what simple freedom felt like before the day disrupted cadence entered my life. -b.r.rivera