Leaves of Grass towards Inspiration.

“Know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.”

For the past couple weeks; I have been lost, floating from day to night, night to day. The two have blurred together and I do not know who to thank more; the moon or the sun. The sun lights up the sky for all to embrace in the day, the moon is what still shines even through the darkest of hours. The more I pursue this endeavor the more I remain in my state of being, which is, to be in a constant departure while always arriving, it has helped me save time on introductions and goodbyes; things I feel that are almost never necessary. My experiences tell me I will always have a flux of people in my life, some that I share the sun with and others i share the moon and some I share moments with and some i fall in love with. Those that I share the sun with I will always remember them as smiling. Those I share the moon with, I will always remember the insecurities we shared that made us better. Those I share the moments with tend to be in the right place at the right time. Although, those who I have fallen in love with, are those I feel who have experienced the sun, the moon and the snap-shot moments. They will forever own a piece of my heart and soul and I will never own them. They are meant to be appreciated as ends in themselves, forever cherished for the significance they held that made me feel truly alive but I have found it is best to believe if you love it, set it free.

“Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe Me.”
Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.”

“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, disagree with tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”

written: 5/29/11
(Quotes from Leaves of Grass)

I saw the birds flying in the V of love, I had to free myself of the baggage I carried upon my back, heavy and wet.  I traveled to the village which was called "the dreadlocks" in which I currently resided.

I found the mirror of the sky only to find I was blind; blind to the tenacity of the hills which contained the air I breathe in levels of which I felt the aura; both high and low to realize I was only human.

I saw my reflection which only occurred in this dream, the path of discovery was laid out for me yet I clouded it with smoke.  After awhile, the mirror became clear only to find myself staring at someone I once knew; this person was me.  

And all I could hear was the whistling of the wind only to be comforted by her presence, her dreadlocks.  

In order to make this right I must continue on and leave those who have helped me thus far.  The clouds left a hole in the sky only to show me the man on the moon.  I am fortunate to have my senses which I once buried, 6 feet under.

I came to the playground and got on the swing, pumping my legs and body so I could get higher.  I saw the reflections of the past and left them behind, got to the top and jumped and left the nature of our kind.

Many set in search for the American Dream,
appears to be not all that it seems,
Full of Love, surrounded by Hate,
Kept on smiling but it was too late.

Stuck in a life, full of control,
watching the clock take its toll.
Winding down, times on a roll,
trying to figure out what happened to your soul.

You show me your love,
in which I was blind.
Look in your eyes, feel your mind,
a woman like you is hard to find.

It kept me alive,
while I felt like I was dying.
Especially the one day you called me
as you were crying.

This was the day that I felt your love,
you are the one and only dove.
Spread my wings and fly away,
even though I wish I could stay.

I look in you eyes and can't look away,
I see your soul and you see mine.
Let us let the tension undwind,
make love to you in due time.

A man came up to stand by me the other day

As I was smoking a cigarette, wasting time away

He walked right past me and I never saw his eyes

Looking back I think it may have been a dark disguise



I believe he was a person that I may already know

He may have been ****** up, this he wouldn’t really show

He stood next to me and crossed his legs, headphones blaring

I don’t think either one of us realized that I was actually staring



I tried to speak to him but proceeded to be ignored

Paranoia crept in, thinking I was gunna get floored

I finished my cigarette early, slowly walked away

Was I leaving him in his world of pain, misery and dismay?



I keep thinking to myself, maybe this was a sign

A way of someone higher showing me he knows I’ve felt that bind

Showing me a person that truly seemed lost, deaf and blind

Reminding me to not fall in that misery, which can be easier to find



If its one thing I’ve learned its easy to be in doubt

And it’s truly hard to stand up during such a drought

You may feel weak, lonely and tired

Being lost in this desert with no one to admire



This image continues to keep burning through my mind,

Me standing there staring, trying to figure out his kind

Was it I that was tested, to be the one that was found?

By a man whose pain and suffering seem to bound


I don’t know for sure if I’ll ever see him again

But I have a feeling I’ll see him walking around that same bend

I’ll make sure he looks up and try to see into his eyes, his soul

There’s no need to fear, I can reveal his disguise, his role.

I rose to the sun, mountain side, under the tree of life as I lay in the blues and greens of the whistling prairie grass.  thy lady beside me nestling gently on the dent of my right shoulder.  

The sun shines through the spaces between the leaves as it halo's her head in her beauty sleep.  Her hair shines brightly as her locks cushion her resting head as she opens her eyes to mine.

'twas only a dream.

It goes to show; I will be exiled if I do not unite with Him in existence and claim Him as my savior, I would suffice to the power of Lucifer, the fallen angel, and forever be ******.  I must first travel and transcend through the stages of man before I will, once again, be united with God.  However, I feel as if I may be able to surpass this process, if and only if, I would be able to remain pure throughout my endeavors.  If I do not remain pure, I would leave myself suspect to another one of God’s plagues, I would fail him as a disciple, and I too, would become a fallen angel.

(Conclusion from my paper on my idea of heaven and hell on earth.)