How brave of you to cast your
tears at your enemy,
and how whimsical to invite yourself
to Jupiter during this leap year—a time
for dancing to honor a fire in your
grandmother's name. I understand
how you forgave her, given the many
desires she had that you could not fulfill.
Perhaps you consider all the painful secrets
and blinding smiles she endured,
so show her grace as she plays the vinyl
of her favorite song on repeat, without dropping that penny.
Remember, music is the baptism
of every religion, and there should never
be a chip on your shoulder, knowing you are God's creation.
We are a cherished old town, full of potential to rise above our past.
Let’s gather in the meadows of daisies and extend a peace offering. While we still have dreams tucked away in the cupboard, we can sense that the shutters on our windows are in need of repair, reflecting our desire for renewal.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
For over 1300 Sundays, I've been coming here -
an eternity of absorbing the fundamental words and actions of others.
In the back of my mind, a patient poem inspired by you awaits.
This lounge of lizards hosts a wonderful jazz trio.
The bartender greets me with a smile, "What'll it be? Maker's Mark and Coke on the rocks?"
Of course they know me.
The first poet steps up to the mic, spitting an abstract verse.
How the earth balances between sunset and death, dandelions and breath.
Rooted at their feet, the trees stand still as the wind spins on vinyl, never skipping a beat.
Poems judged, we sit on the edge of our seats to hear the slam winner.
And the abstract writer with the butterfly tattoo takes the prize.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 4:53 PM UTC
Whenever we hold hands my heart flutters with joy.
It is a shame he doesn't feel the same way about me. Rather than receiving the love and affection I crave, he handed me whatever he had on him at the time, then said goodbye without a second glance.
He is shielded by a lush rainforest of metallic black mirrors that seem to stretch on forever, protecting his heart from those who would seek to claim it. And winning it is no easy feat.
I found myself in the depths of despair, yet I managed to draw upon a hidden reservoir of resilience and courage. I summoned a holocaust of hope as I watched his version of love slip away, a tightrope walking without a net.
His words echoed, a haunting refrain:
"In time, what will be will be."
A dirge, not a love song, but still I hold on to hope,
my heart refusing to surrender.
I won't let silence keep me from speaking
the truth my heart needs him to hear.
What do you do with a heart that refuses to give up or let go,
a heart that's lost its way? Yet still, I nurture hope,
persistent as twins vying for space,
endless as the wait for an opportunity.
One day, I'll teach my soul to reflect sunlight,
to hold dear the words dear John never spoke.
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 10:19 PM UTC
Science holds keys, doors,
Black holes and symmetry.
Science is the gatekeeper
When it comes to facts and logic.
There is no place for science in the
Universe of imagination, science
Don’t own a paintbrush and could
Never be a Picasso or Van Gogh
No matter how many starry nights they glaze at.
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
My black body unhinged at the seams
half of me laid out over concrete puddles
My Achilles heel set out on an adventure, which can
lead to my permanent downfall
My shoes are gold mines in retrograde trying to walk to the
rhythm of an out of tune heartbeat
Most black bodies are new born poems, they need a strong
foundation and constant work so the writer can have a leg to stand on
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC
I looked far beneath the surface
of your face, I found pain and blood boiling
like an ocean
that can't swim away.
I found beaten bones
and so many unholy wars of
yesterday.
Tell me, have you seen your reflection lately?
Did you see us all
honey and purple wildflowers?
Hiding behind the only halo
we hallucinated and worn in others memories who denounced us.
Remember how we
wrapped them so carefully
in paper ma-shay pearls and perception.
We found how effortlessly
it is to play hardball
with imagination.
I wish our worlds didn't
fall apart and break so easily!
I Wish purgatory wasn't
attached to our grave stones
that reads here lay the
two olive branches never extended.
I wish we weren't left to die
If only they knew sage and a hug was our cure.
Then we could of done
the shadow work only
performed by God.
Now we will never know how
the Elohist befriend
its demons and not **** them.
Maybe in some strange way they
know this is the only thing keeping them alive.
I wish tomorrow wasn't already dead,
Like fresh cut roses
with buds of innocents.
Death knows so well
how to mirror life
It placed warning signs on pedestals high enough so that all may see, but what I see is
we are the journey and not on one.
We are a continuum of blurred lines
Drawn in sand and sky.
Dying wasn't the problem
And living was never the answer.
I never asked to be delivered from evil
I just wanted to know why
Was it created.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
What I have mastered is the art of love, and the
understanding that some hearts are worth fighting for
and some are not.
See here the scares love left, when it left.
See how remorse has its limitations
when it came to you.
I still see the imagery when I think hard enough
how I once smiled
like full-grown sunflower under moonlight.
I also see how your love vandalized what I feel for you.
How I trusted you, not knowing my
faith would need an accountability partner.
Now your eyes sickened and contrite, ruled by
Venus and lust, which caused my
tears to look like diamonds in the rough.
If only tears can talk instead of just fall.
They would probably tell us what love sounds
like underwater.
this pain isn't poetic it is just words
massaging deeper wounds.
"My heart is a powerful stanza Standing all alone"
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
Disrobe the rhythm in my heart.
Let it ceremonialize its own unsympathetic departure,
in the dead of winter.
Let it yowl like a pack coyotes.
Then let the wind take the
melody to Jupiter in Capricorn.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
She plunged to the lowest level
of the ocean and grabbed
a hand full of the mermaid ****
She flew back up and
smeared across the sky.
Holy ****** butterfly wings
Batman. What happened to her
standoffish mind or her cry for
help. Who accidentally slipped a
roofie to her heart. She's
flying she's flying she's gone!
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
Stand close to the statue of roses, it's friendly and doesn't bite.
Your Lego block legs are strong and long as the night.
Take one free fighting hand and wave it goodbye.
Your friends are leaving, and you are not sure why.
Maybe they got tired of standing so they left.
You know there is a sit with your name on it that is left.
Stand for as long as you can.
become your own biggest fan.
Don't be moved.
Your song is playing let them see you dance and grove.
We all have a space to fill.
love, magic, patience, and pills
will help you see the fake from the real.
Can you stand it?
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC