Tatazumai

I can blend in,

Yet stand out, like a conspicuous spy,

Let love into your heart once again—

Tatazumai...

Beside love that burgeoned,

And embers from flames that slowly died,

It'd be an honor to stand,

Overt yet concealed...as though hidden—

Tatazumai...

I won't be of bother,

If in your heart I'm blessed to reside,

From me you'll hear neither peep nor murmur,

In spite of the joy I feel inside—

Like a child that knows the answer,

But won't allow for his hand to arise,

To avoid looking superior in his classmates' eyes—

So, too, am I willing to oblige—

Tatazumai...

Yes, I can fit like I belong,

With that you've allowed to pass by,

Amassing into a cacophonous throng,

That, out of discord, belies its actual harmony;

Allow me to add a new voice to your heart's song,

Without detracting from what was and will forever be,

Just like an old psalm...

Tatazumai...

- Kevin B. Waring

The Closer

I've seen happy people,

And others they've made smile;

Looking back, I lament how I was unable,

To make my love for you worth your while.

Looking back...I think of what could've been,

My mind ravaged by 'What If's',

Words said that maybe I ought to rescind,

If words between us nearly caused a rift—

I never meant to writhe any unasked tension;

All I wanted was for History to note—if only for a second—

You were one person I was blessed to spend time with.

I've seen happy people,

And others they've made smile,

Still I hear the verdict...

And smack of the gavel,

From when my love brought me to trial.

And upon issuing your verdict, I stood incredulous,

My head hung low;

I knew we'd never embrace, much less share a kiss,

Once I heard you say, "No,"—

Even without handcuffs slapped upon these two wrists,

A life spent without you is like life in prison without parole...

I've seen people hurt,

Their hearts torn by those cared for,

Yet, with heads burrowed in hooded shirts,

In the rain they stand, waiting, once more,

Hoping for light to stream through cracked door.

It hurts—but you're not to blame;

Taking a chance is the chance you take,

When you play this unpredictable game,

Malleable to an unjust fate—

Despite the outcome, I don't regret the simple fact I came;

Loving you, Dear, was never a mistake...

Yet, still, I dream,

Of the unlikely scenario,

Where we dance Bachata in the umber light that streams,

Through our foggy bedroom window;

Your eyes are alive with that seraphic sheen,

As we dine by coralline candles—

Each moment with you is a ceaseless symphony

Of somnolent strings,

Forever transporting me where in only dreams I can go.

You are beautiful—

More than you want to believe,

Which is why, in light of eve's glow,

To be with you, I pray my Maariv...

I know what I want you to be,

But won't ever take for granted what you are—

You know you mean the world to me?

That, to me, your life shines brighter than alabaster?

With these analogies you may not agree,

For of your peers, you've always been the humbler...

A love for you in my heart I will always carry,

Right alongside that for my father and mother...

I've seen myself happy,

And it's because I'd made you smile,

If loving you makes me guilty,

Then may I forever stand trial...

- Kevin B. Waring

Espiritu de Uriangato

Feliz cumpleaños,
A la chica,
Tan bella como Uriangato,
Yo se, porque veia ella,
The smitten who, at her feet,
Can't help but themselves to throw,
Just to be cast in the coolness of her shadow...

You are that beautiful,
Such that the haphephobic overcomes his fear,
Only so your touch he can feel,
Too, the sensation of having you near;
Your light is the warmth people seek from the cold,
The reassuring voice friends long to hear.

Y eres inteligente,
Trabajadora,
Byproduct of a people
Whose creed is "Si se puede"—
No sabes vuestro tiempo esta ahora?
The land is yours for as far as the eye can see—
Stake out your territory now, conquistadora!

For twenty-two years you've been alive,
And I'm sure in that time you've been through,
Things that broke your heart if not thereupon
Morbid etchings writhed...
Things that strengthened your resolve to survive,
All of which made for a stronger you;
Through all things, good and bad, may you continue to thrive,
May every dream you dream come true.

Feliz cumpleanos,
Una vez mas, a ti,
El espiritu de Uriangato,
Vigilante,
Someone's secret hero,
You've stood strong like a lighthouse
Keeps watch over the sea;
And despite the ebb and flow,
Thereof, yourself you always manage to buoy.

P.S. Since you are someone's secret hero,

Your secret admirer must be...


- Kevin Waring

Paradise

The rainfall,
It's soon to begin,
Would you be at my beck and call,
If, like rain, I could sink beneath your skin?


Alone on this here island,
The trees swaying frantically,
Say you'll hold my hand,
As we stroll where the beach meets the sea—
Whatever you want to do, I'm sure, together, we can,
If you forsake that which inhibits & let your spirit linger free.


It's gotten dark,
The wind, knifing with saber's edge,
In the midst of the shadows that lurk,
To love and protect you is my eternal pledge.


Through the break, a faint light gleams upon your face,
We stop walking; you turn to me and say,
"From here to the distance, let us race,"
As though some voiceless decree stemmed from that very ray—
Surely from here to wherever your hale bounty I'll chase;
Lead me to your love, Dear, show me the way...


Rain has begun to cascade,
Whatever light that was,

Has further begun to fade,

While we, alow, celebrate simply because.



Again we stop, drenched, barefooted in the sand,

Looking at each other, we know,
The grains on the argentiferous shore, even,
Won't equate to the number of miles we ran,
On the crazy world below,
As, once more, we take each other's hand,
And I thumb a rain bead from your brow.


Come rain or shine, no matter where we go,
We'll always have shelter in each other's shadow...


You're beautiful in the mist,
Body glistening like the sun sparkles upon the bluest ocean—
Every pore begging for my kiss,
My only quandary not knowing where to begin,
It's hard to believe...
My star fell from the sky before I was able to make a wish,
And now I sing to her—to you my paean.


The rainfall,
It's about to end,

I will be at your beck and call,

For, like rain, I've sunken beneath your skin.



Though the storm is over,

The S.O.S. sent,
Let the helicopters above us hover,
As for my repeat transgressions I continuously repent...


(Let's stay in Paradise...forever.)


- Kevin B. Waring

Faith

I've never been lucky,

The beneficiary of good fortune,

But when things don't go my way,

I look to He...

Through whom I've already won.

It seems the light shines on everyone,

In every city,

Whether it be the moon or sun,

Neither of which has yet shone on me...

Yet I know another Son,

Who is the light and the way,

By whose hand I'm lifted from the depths of my depravity.

Buried beneath it all,

I am my own treasure;

Sometimes my own name I must call,

And rescue myself from misadventure;

I'll excavate the crawl space and once again stand tall,

Forsaking the pain that won't plague me anymore.

I've never been lucky,

The beneficiary of good fortune,

Impoverishment is a malady,

Away from which I've sought repeatedly to run,

But I must have faith in those things I cannot see,

Believing God will deliver me in the midst of my situation.

So I live...for a better tomorrow,

In spite of what I feel,

Now's not the time to consummate my sorrow,

But instead letting go thereof, allowing myself to finally heal,

Hope lives in He that is able,

Extending to the horizon, past the foothills;

Before He can take control, you must first let go,

Prostrate your life...when before Him you kneel.

I've never been lucky,

The beneficiary of good fortune,

But I believe things will soon go my way—

As it is in Heaven, let His will be done.

- Kevin B. Waring

For You

Impeccably wrought by Fate,

Called to be special,

God Himself thought to send from halted state,

One, beautiful angel,

Thus you descended the staircase…leading to Heaven’s gate.

It was God’s hand, not celestial debris,

That placed those dimples upon your angelic face,

Contrary to what many believed,

To happen during your conquest of time and space,

Long before we were set to receive,

The bounty that befell us from that mystical place.

You’re still an angel,

Even without wings or halo,

Or any other cachet of the celestial,

For you need neither to fly or glow;

When you move, you defy Earth’s gravitational pull,

Your radiance that of white, glistening snow.

Like any good thing,

You came to me unexpectedly,

The undeserved blessing,

God bequeaths to the unworthy,

It’s unbelievable how much change one can bring,

A divine abrogation of all affliction and misery—

Such is what you’ve become to me…

You transcend that place...thaumaturgic as a spell,

And the fact you're here now has no bearing—

None whatsoever...on your God-given potential;

In this life you'll shatter many a glass ceiling,

As you ascend the moral plane back to a Cielo,

Past the conformities of conventional thinking—

Oh, the places you'll go!

These words I’ve sought to eschew,

For their power is beyond measure,

And, depending on whose lips they pass through,

Are ofttimes subject to censure,

But I unabashedly say that…I love you—

I love you deeply, all the way to my heart's core.

Moreover, now that it’s been said,

Know, too, I love you as a friend,

Both loves are as though inbred;

Neither with beginning nor end,

In light of all things, may we always have amistad,

And room to grow…should, to the latter, we choose to append.

Te amo, una vez mas...

- Kevin B. Waring

Worlds Apart

I, worlds apart,
Who perambulates this pied-à-terre,
Am at night stilled when I see that distant planet—your heart,
And I know only your love can take me there…




Once upon I time…I didn’t know you to exist;
I thought I was living life, but must’ve been doped off some hallucinogen,
Until my nerves found succor from the seeping of your mist,
The girl through whom the evanescent finds life again,
The sight of whom spurs the Laodicean from his perch of listlessness,
Possibly saving him from a harrowing end,
You—you are the reason...for my being so assiduous,
For I want desperately our story to not be one of fiction.




I, worlds apart,
Who perambulates this pied-à-terre,
Refuse to believe—no, I simply cannot—
That you just don’t, nor could ever grow to care.




Time fleeted with no respite,
Leaving you with little to no memories of me,
Like trying to recall a dream from the previous night;
It’s hard to fetch that which hasn’t availed itself to Memory—
Honestly, Gen, you forgetting me is a sore fright
And I pray every day for that not to become a reality.




You, angel afar,
Alive with such effulgence,
To reach you, estoy listo embarcar;
I’d streak across a thousand galaxies, leaving in its tracks my imprints.




For far too long...I’ve been kept at dreams’ reach of you,
Bound by the perimeter of this fantastical realm…
While I, in my frustration, brood and stew,
Thinking how I can wrest Fate of her place at my ship’s helm—
Would I have to stage History’s greatest coup?
Or do I have to depend upon that which is more seldom:




You coming full circle—is that something you’d be willing to do?
Could you save me from spending the rest of my life in these doldrums?




Unwritten is the story of you and me,
But I’ve seen the cast, the plot—
The tale of one man’s emotional plea,
To the woman he’d someday hope to besot,
In the end, though, Love would claim yet another victory—
In contrast to past stories, a more favorable dénoument.




Alive to me, still, is our story yet to be written,
Yet to be pantomimed on the world’s stage…
However, I can’t force the ink from this here pen,
If you don’t want your name beside mine upon this blank page.




At the end of each day, however, it’s about what you want;
I alone can’t will myself to your glory,
Nor would it behoove me to continually haunt,
With shades only apparently I can see…
Maybe it’s not you I’m destined to gallant—
But I still believe in the place…renown for thaumaturgy;
Still I play sycophant,
To He whom performed His first miracle at the wedding in Galilee,
I know when you first said no you were adamant,
And even if you are, still, whenever you’re ready...
God will be in the midst if and when we come together and finally agree.




I, worlds apart,
Who perambulates this pied-à-terre,
Am at night stilled by that distant planet—your heart,
And I’m hopeful that, someday, your love…will take me there.

- Kevin B. Waring