"Making friends whom we may never see, whose hands we may never shake, but a friendship none the less, that is spread throughout the globe, and the thoughts that will always be there."
From my piece, "Strictly an Opinion", October 20, 2014.
being the topper in the class, he developed certain pride that the envious derided, ignored flatterers on his side.
the first bench was his permanent place from where shone his haloed face when the teachers spoke seemed it thus there was only him in the whole class.
all questions he took the answers he knew solved hardest sums others had no clue not once an intruder could invade his space he shined in glory of his flawlessness.
from him was never unfinished homework ruthlessly made on exams his mark was taken for granted he would win first place the rest of the herd would just run the race.
the teachers indulged him the pride of the class but you know all fame are fragile like glass it so happened a new teacher joined the school unbiased he was not to blindly toe the rule.
he asked the first boy if he had ever flown a kite played marbles on road picked up a fight if ever he had walked barefooted on the grass stole a look at sky bunked even one class.
if he had ever chosen to close the book hid him alone in the scariest of nook scanned the horizon to catch first moonrise counted the stars bamboo grove's fireflies.
he looked nonplussed didn't utter a word anything than studies he hardly bothered had he answered it would all have been *no to him most precious was his place at front row.
he bowed his head down with ashen face for the first time in class he failed to impress what happened next was no riddle to guess that teacher was gone without a trace.
It is my theory that we are all connected. From the thread around your finger to the ribbon on her wrist and the rope tightened on my neck. Every action has a consequence, because when you pull on the string; *something unravels.
Twinkling leaf resting raindrop day star in the Sunlight Such is how thirst is quenched by a tiny life bearer Star dust invigorator food for the inner-scape of hearts
A bashful sunrise peeks through the curtains as we greet the dawn beneath satin sheets creating our own glistening dewdrops before a wide eyed *blushing horizon
i see you again waiting for the man ***** dollar bills crumpled in shaky hands your veins would collapse if they weren't running sand high risk life, low demands
unaware with a vacant stare of your surroundings, like you even care there's only one reason as to why your here and it's not to admire yourself in cars passing mirrors
with the man running late the time ticks lunatic fringe not knowing he's laying dead in some junkies den the life style he lived finally did him in and you with no idea soon you'll be following him
because the life of a ****** is no life at all one step from the ledge with the needles drawl milk blood to make sure you get it all one last time before last call...
The universe is immeasurable, we are merely infinitesimal machinery keeping pace, as churning cogs tick wildly transmitting within allotted time, attempting heartbeats' cohesion clocking our own honed destinations, accumulating illusions 'tween mass waiting to return as a speck of dust in the never-ending saga of inexhaustible collectives amidst systematically creative contrivances
Trying to dance in a sawdust enclosure Finding the moon disappears on this night Hearing a song though there’s nobody playing Asking the stars if they’re wrong or they’re right
Taking a drink from a glass now half empty Quenching my thirst on a warm summer’s eve Sharing a glance with a mirrored reflection Someone I know or at least I believe
When through the door walks a beautiful lady Dressed all in white with a belt made of gold Kicks off her shoes as she starts heading towards me This is a story about to be told
Now in my arms as she moves very graceful Floating on air is now just how it seems Lips painted red how I wish I could taste them I hope I’m awake for this feels like a dream
Spinning around as the world is now watching Following steps that I easily trace Slowly we slide ‘cross this dance floor of heaven Long ago moments so soon to erase
We are like breaths sighed in harmonic whispers Effortless motions so silent and free Like wearing wings made of gossamer feathers Such is the feeling awash over me
Falling in love with this wonderful woman Something about her just touches me so Hot coffee hair and her eyes nearly matching Holding her close as to never let go
When just as quick I now find her departing Why must she leave on an evening like this A brush of my cheek with her fingers so gentle Then with a smile she gives me a kiss
Watching the door as it closes behind her Feeling my heart now is breaking in two Then as she soars neath the glow of a halo Blinking my eyes, can’t believe this is true
A few things I know as I stare out the window I’m still not lucky at love or romance That woman in white was all I have prayed for, And I’ve now paid the devil his due…