Oh momma momma momma

How I am slipping away,
Lost from the path of my very own way
I am slipping on the idea of loving my father
and
I am slipping on the idea of being your son
but most of all
I am slipping on the idea of losing her faith in me

Now I have slipped to the bottom of the iceberg that is this cold world

Just know if I die today
I was never meant to stay,
Gone away to a land no religion can define
Into a world of my own divine.

I cannot find
my peace of mind,
the weight of which crushes me
and I know not where I am again.

Like being so far away from home,
the smell of clothes
takes me back to the
last time I was in them.

I trace these thoughts
as I trace the curve of your spine-
immaculate ridges like the ride of
the cobblestones on your porch.

I find my solace
in the perfect arches of your shoulders
like the hold of the hearth
that keeps me warm.

I stow my secrets
into the unbreakable weave of your ribs,
safe and sound into the vault
of your tireless heart.

And dreams I dream
to the lullaby
of your ebb and flow
heartbeat.

I see the snow fall
Its cold to my skin
But I'm warm on the inside like a furnace
My heart shines through my chest my heart is E.T.s finger tip
Snow fall creates ice but when I walk by it melts yes the winter drips
The world is cold and slippery but there is redemption when a sinner trips
You see the sun shine..winter gets eclipse
You see the son shine ..sinning gets eclipse
A beautiful reason to stay focused on the seasons
Time clocks and stop watch waiting for the Spring
And I was birthed in the summer
And I was reborn in the summer
Snowflakes in my hand can't survive in a sauna.
God changes everything like if flakes fell in the summer
To the norm differences are strange
Like the 4 seasons reacting to one another

One day, you will realize how much you love a person.

How your whole life is much like the Solar System
        where you have the one you love as the Sun—
                                                            ­                      the center of the Solar System.

In this case,
                   the Center of Your Solar System,
                   the center of Your Life.

You feel that you are gravitationally bound
   in orbit around that person,
   like the planets or the many astronomical objects found there.

I foraged
The universe of words
Seeking a few
To remotely
Define you;

But I found
None...

Love...

~ P
(#FromTheHeart)
3/5/2014

I went looking today.

I put on my red boots
and my blue pants
and I opened up the doors.

I went looking today.

I went through the parks,
the streets, the empty hallways.
I got lost looking for a lost you.

The crowd carried your scent,
carried me,
and I was six and a half miles from home.

I put on my smiles
and my cloak of courage.
My watch ticked away the time my heart drove my feet to you.

I went looking today.

I went looking for you.

I searched the corners of boxes,
under the shade of rose petals,
and in burning letters.

Because I had to.
I had to find you
before I lost my mind.

My bones ached for the home in you,
my heart refused to keep a beat continuous,
my skin began to come undone.

I went looking for you today,
only to stop before your door
and walk all the way back home

still in want.

Objects of lore,
To be
Sculpted on the Rock
Of Immortality,
Or not,
Like every dead president...

Pace the creative confines
Of painters, poets and priests
Where sermons are born,
Rembrandts unveiled,
And shackled verses released...

Have you seen
The sketches of a blind painter?

Have you read
The anthologies of an autistic child?

Have you felt
The sermon of a prodigal preacher?

Walls and words
Infused with melody, turquoise,
dogma and rhyme;

A sublime synergy of shade and song...

Choreographed for the exalted stage
Of the imagination...

where sculptors rare
And unsung wordsmiths dare
To dance....

~ P
(#SoaBP)
3/10/14