Here’s to rebels, misfits and outcasts
Here’s to those that never turn ‘shoulds’ into ‘musts’
Here’s to individuals; unafraid to tear off the masks-
That society dictates one must wear to make the cast.
Here’s to weirdos; those round pins in square holes
Here’s to the stand outs; pearls in pebbles
Here’s to those who break rules and test laws
Here’s to the black sheep in a people of no flaws
Here’s to the fearless and the brave souls
Here’s to those willing to dare and fall
Here’s to those not happy with the status quo
Here’s to friends of change and mediocrity’s foes.
Here’s to game changers; Forces that cause life-quakes
Here’s to those not raising glasses before they raise stakes
Here’s to those more afraid of reluctance than heartbreaks
Here’s to visionaries; dream chasers in a land where the ‘self’ never wakes
Here’s to you if you are tired of being on the wrong side of circumstance
Here’s to you if you decide to seize opportunities and fight for half a chance
Here’s to you if you choose to live while others settle for existence.
I’d raise my glass to you. But there’s more stakes to raise. Now get a stance!
Keep Smiling
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel mighty powerful
Like a god among men with these words I use
But thinking deeper about it, reveals-
How I'm just a pen in the hands of my muse
.
I twist syllables, wield similes and craft metaphors.
I make stale letters unite into something beautiful.
But beyond that, I'm just another tool-
Like this lifeless stage or the mic I recite through!
.
So, what's my worst fear, you ask?
Well, its that I crave the roar of hands;
That to earn ovations, I write on demand.
I fear falling prey to the desire of my fans
.
Interpretation is the true beauty of art
And at the core all true art, is expression.
Well, until you strike a chord and make an impression-
That demands you to beat expectations and gain recognition
.
But there comes that awkward moment-
When the crude nature of art dwarfs logic
The moment when the fan and artist don't clique-
Cuz the artist's message just won't stick
.
I am a pen in the hands of my muse.
But you're not my muse, you're my ink
We're different, but beautifully in sync
So I hope each poem I pen tells the world what you think
.
I hope that you're not rooting at my witty words-
But the way I tell your story like it is
I hope you're not just hoping I entertain and please-
But that I also show the world the sight of you nobody sees
.
I am a pen in the hand of my muse
I'm inspired by the things you love and fear
I'm moved by your strengths and your tears
But, alas! I'm too human to not be inspired when you cheer
.
I am but a pen in the hand of my muse.
But #TeamXander isn't complete with me alone
You're the ink. Time is frail blank pages, not tablets of stone.
We can't engrave our tale, so we write on every page till its known.
.
I apologize but, sometimes I won't appeal and wow you
Yet again, that's your job. It was never mine
I only hope I represent you in my every line
Cuz truth is, beauty is only experienced when all its facets align.
.
Keep Smiling
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
I was a star and you were down to earth
So I withdrew from the throne of nightly kings-
And plummeted head first with one leap of faith
You were worth falling for. You were amazing!
.
I braved the heat and zoomed past asteroids
I crushed into better judgment and sound reason
I sped past every sign of what lay ahead; all I was to avoid
I felt Superman strong and didn't care if you were made of Krypton
.
The time our worlds met and fates collided-
Was magical! You were more than just my crush
Our moment together soon faded-
But I was lucky to have you, even for a flash
.
The moment I was in the warmth of your arms-
I shuttered to bits and collapsed in an instant
The moment I was with you was no cause for alarm
For in those few breaths was everything I'd ever want
.
Men look at the crater of poems and wonder-
Why would a star cause so much chaos just to falter?
I was a god of words, reigning with verbal thunder-
But fell to have one moment with African dust's daughter
.
I knew we'd never have a happily ever after
But I lived. I dared. I loved. And soon, my life started anew.
So, as you stand in this crater that inspires both tears and laughter
You'll hear em say a star fell here. I hope you recall, it fell for you
.
Keep Smiling
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Cheer was like the evening breeze
Sounds of merriment and pleasure
Liquor and food laid on our table
But you were the best of treasures
It was as if by some foreign force
How we leaned toward each other
In an instant, life's clocks stopped
As your lips drew closer and closer
It was poetic; our souls connected
Blissfully; t'was the shortest moment
Through which we shared the most
Of unspoken feels sincerely meant
It was epic; like light meeting earth
For the very first time ever; sweet!
How your thick lips had bolts of energy
That traced my spine's length complete
The way your lips crushed into mine
Would have changed time's direction
But in that moment, life was for us
We were beauty's personification
It was magical; how the butterflies
That had been extinct in me awoke
Then reincarnated into fiery dragons,-
Breathed fire and melted my fear's lock
It was paradoxical; it was bittersweet
I could taste the liquor on your tongue
But still felt like it was my first kiss;
Like a sweet tune to a strange song
Its a beauty like never before seen
How two lives joined to form one
That particular frame of destiny
Was hotter than 469326396 suns
It was sincere; how we then realized
That we had the same things to say
And thus resorted to using silence
And listening to our thoughts play
It was memorable but now, it hurts
That all that's left is fading bliss
So once again I will shut my eyes,
And lick my lips cuz I miss that kiss
Keep Smiling
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Yesterday's long gone; burnt down to bits
Fragments of bitter and sweet memories
Tomorrow is like a bright but distant star
Like a race against the whispering breeze
Our hands hold no mass in gold or silver
But there's more to treasure in right now
The day is as rich as the night is young
While our hearts beat and our lives are
While our dreams surge and slowly burn
We'll try once more to shoot for the star
We'll challenge our reality; face our odds
We will live like kings; live like its our last
We'll steal moments from destiny's hold
And fabricate our own fate if we must
If our future should melt to a pool of lies
We'll take pride in this truth; we have now
We'll run in the wind; kiss in the breeze
We'll dance in the rain, play in the sand
We will wish upon Africa's noonday sun
We will conquer distance hand in hand
We'll smile longer. We'll laugh harder
Enjoying every moment while it's prime
We'll fight stronger. We'll dream bigger
While we still have the might and time
We'll live in the best way time will permit
We have all that we need if we have now
We'll scream louder. We will aim higher
We will hold tighter. We will learn more
We will grown older. We will be prouder
Cuz in the arms of us is what we look for
We'll love like it's all we've ever known
Cuz all that matters is we have right now
Keep Smiling
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
Fragments of empty dreams meant he-
Was crumbling inside, but not accidently.
Hurt severely, but he still trusts plenty.
"Alas!" The onlookers say. "He's just 20."
So naïve, he perceives devils as sainty;
A fighter of fate that lost permanently;
He battled on though hoping just faintly.
He's young; in his prime of times. Just 20.
"He's more average than not, apparently."
They suppose, "In the moment when he-
Speaks swift like a ride in a new Bentley-
He attempts to conceal that he's just 20."
But as my fingers tap these keys gently-
I hope I'm inadequate but not evidently;
That you don't smirk and ask, 'Ain't he?'
Cuz deep inside I am more than just 20.
Keep Smiling
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
Birthed purely of Godly intellect.
Words of a language, perfect;
Curved from the divine alphabet-
With not a single flaw or defect.
Like wordy pieces of fine fabric-
Not too light, yet not too thick,
With every rightly purposed stitch-
Making me more and more unique.
Like the footprints of fate's pen-
Trekking down pages of life's lane,
I'm those words; that mark; that line-
Fathomed solely by few special men.
Fluent rushing blood, surging dreams,
Like waters down divine streams,
Hopes and wits like emptying seas;
Into lifeless pits through many limbs.
I'm the very primary meeting spot-
Of ink and page, deed and thought.
The expression of genuine mental might,
The last puzzle piece, the connecting dot.
I am food for thought in every verse.
The right for wrong the better for worse.
I am a reflection of power and greatness,
The written miracle, the lift of a curse.
I'm a sweet ballad, penned just right-
With a touch of metaphorical insight.
A metred meal for a hungry mind,
Corrective lenses for mental sight.
I'm the union of ugly and beauty;
The matrimony of wish and duty;
The product of pollute and purity;
Black on white, from God to men,
I'm poetry.
Keep Smiling
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
But today, I just want to tell you why.
Why I had to ad lib this wack status.
Why I was convinced to go freestyle.
Why I'll pen every word with no fuss-
And it should only take a little while.
Why I will not use reference for this-
Block of lines that I dedicate to you.
Why I'll insist on calling this a piece-
Despite the fact its not so beautiful.
Why it seems like random thoughts-
Unraveling from a messed up brain.
Why it kinda is like a couple of dots-
Connecting to form a ****** chain.
Why I appreciate who you are to me-
So much that I say 'I really love you.'
Why I will always praise your beauty-
Though your persona's more beautiful.
Why I wrote you a poem but kept it-
Cuz I am not PrinceCharmer enough-
To explain my feels to you complete;
Why I have to cut this status in half.
Why I always count on your advice.
Why I believe you will have my back-
And thus endeavor to pay the price-
For someone who really knows Jack.
Why I think I'm sure about this one;
That you are smart, caring and wise.
That you understand Alex as a man-
Who dares but also smiles and cries.
Why I don't know how to be a poet-
Enough to write down my emotions.
Why suddenly our 26-letter alphabet-
Seems to be needing major additions.
Why this is where I will sign off from.
Why I wish I'd speak from my heart.
Why this status is just like any poem-
Without all 'why's to end from start.
Keep Smiling
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
A fairly knowledgeable traveller, I stand;
A ****** path extending on either hand.
One coated in the rare hue of divinity,
The other colored with angels' beauty.
I will narrate a tale of choice; of odds.
A true tale of time; of these two roads.
Evident 'fore the other, the first of the two-
Roads was long and desolate, but beautiful;
Its light soils, not too soft, yet not too hard,-
Were like an invite to keep pacing forward.
Staring down its length, I could see it all;
Every up, every down, every rise, every fall.
The road was luring. It couldn't be wrong,
But the thought hit me, this road was long.
I was on the verge of taking the long track,-
When a second appeared to double my luck.
I had a choice now, to take one of them.
But in the end, the two seemed the same.
The second was much shorter and clearer;
Like a goddess' image in destiny's mirror.
I was to take it until I made the realization;
That the second had a different destination.
A few trees, some birds, a cool air current.
With less sights, but it was more apparent.
I would take it, but my strength froze;
Upon the thought, of how dark it was.
I couldn't tell, but any could be of gods-
Or man, or demons; of these two roads.
Freezing the moment, I turned to the first,-
As the feeling of 'right' my mind nursed.
Alone; it was colorful, long and worth it.
With the other; longer and more sweet.
Hoping for better, I turned to the second.
The path that angels' voices had seasoned.
Direct, short, twas indeed a dear treat.
But with the other, darker, less sweet.
On me, it dawned, to trek down either-
Would be in effect, to leave the other.
It sure meant all the difference now-
Which road I took, why or even how.
Twas either bliss in full or pain in loads;
It had to be one, of these two roads.
If twas that hope weighed more than trust,-
Then I'd know with which my joy would last.
But if simplicity was a superior virtue,-
Then there was but a choice, not two.
If beauty had dominance over certainty,-
I'd conquer one's distance for eternity.
But if to know was better than to learn,
The I'd permit my love for one to burn.
But ultimately, however my choice; its modes,-
I could only take one of these two roads.
Keep Smiling
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
I see us strolling along fate's street,
Walking in harmony's glass slippers.
We're never about how good we fit;
We're our finders. We're our keepers.
Neither faith nor chance, all we have;
Is our rare complex; Our crazy love.
Our love at first sight was too blind-
To see how you and I could really be.
Sight or not, you're ever on my mind.
My shut eyes can still see you vividly.
It was your body before your heart;
I loved 'what' you were; what I saw.
But thinking back to our crazy start-
I don't see how I could not see it all.
You've got that rare, funny laughter;
The one that somehow kinda echoes.
I cannot see our happily ever after,-
Cuz our love's book can't ever close.
You did not steal my heart complete.
You made your hands its safest place.
Loosing my guard was never defeat,
It was the start of a worthwhile race.
With us, rather than bliss, I boast of-
Our unique complex; Our crazy love. You're
literally a world away from me-
In a much more metaphorical sense.
But that only hurts when I miss you;
Namely, upon each proof of existence.
Our love is against odds? That's odd!
We are not victims of circumstance.
Not close to a goddess and a god,-
We just fight hard for every chance.
Its funny the things we do together.
But its funnier cuz we know not why.
This is quite far, but we'll go further,
Cuz 'enough' is extinct to you and I.
A steady pace, not in the human race;
This is more like our love marathon.
Had we been features on earth's face-
We'd be the reason it'd not be common.
We may last forever, maybe beyond it,
And make it wish it would last as long.
But, if we should end 'fore we re-meet,
Know that our love was never wrong.
We've found a fit tighter than a glove-
In Our unique complex; Our crazy love.
Keep Smiling
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC