An epiphany
A light from the inside
The dawning of a new day
I tried so hard to hide
Intellectually inadequate
Nothing to decide
Only comical arrangements
With the humor set aside
That’s the final outcome
The essence of my pride
The steady continuity
That I’ve been deprived

I was frozen in a shadow
That was evidently cold
Just doing what came natural
Revealing flesh and bone
I snuck into a crevice
Inside a mountain made of stone
To gather my belongings
In this place that I call home

My words are my shield
As the pen that I wield
Protects me and frees me of pain
All at once they’re combined
From my heart and my mind
And they keep me from going insane
My words are my force
That unbolts the course
That restrains and prevents how I thrive
They’re weapons unleashed
From my internal beast
That remind me that I’m still alive
And when I am through
And I’ve spoken my truth
You’ll know that what I say is real
My word is my bond
From here to beyond
That cuts through hot butter like steel

I wished the best of luck
To the ego of the duck
That waddled past the hunters by the day
His luck was running short
As hunting is a sport
That any fool with a gun can play
He lasted pretty long
Before a bullet came along
That sent this poor ducks ego across the bay
It doesn’t pay to strut
Then take one in the gut
Instead, duck your big fat head
And run away

My rock
My ageless Miss
Chiseled Stone
Spiritualist
To her depths;
To her silent bliss
For eons she’d been put to rest
Now awaken
She doth contest;
That we lead her march
To her conquest
And bring this world;
“This forgotten mess”
To justice
Under false pretense.

Making Waves


You’re too young to understand
There aren’t enough supplies to equal the demand
The growing population has gotten out of hand
The earth isn’t big enough, we need to expand

The world is a conglomerate
Companies own the land
They draw our attention
They’re the ones in command
If you don’t fall in line,
They’ll tell Uncle Sam

They’ve got us by the *****
I just hope to withstand
The strong violent nature
That I’ve seen firsthand

Go and buy their solutions
They’ve got all the name brands
This is how they drew it up
It’s all gone as planned

Keep the rich rich
Don’t let the poor take a stand
Keep them repressed, confused, and bland

Every single day, I pray and I pray
Wishing there was something I could do or say
That might make a difference
Where there’s a will there’s a way

It’s time we set in motion
There’s little time to explain
Let’s take a page from the ocean
And go make some waves.

I walked a hundred miles
I even ran for one or two
For the one and only reason
To get back home to you
I waited all four seasons
I timed it to be fair
Then I danced across the dance floor
Like a poor man’s Fred Astaire

‪Watch the canvas come alive‬
‪As the painters paint strokes glide‬
‪A visually and captivating scene ‬
‪Of storm clouds and a sea of green‬
‪What’s more, if you look closer still‬
‪You’ll notice the ocean water spill‬
‪Now, with the living room all wet‬
‪You begin to wonder as to the artists intent‬

How do I heal
From the words I can’t feel?
When I just can’t relate
With what I write or create?
When the moment is fleeting
When my hearts filled with hate?
Because the love that you gave me
I couldn’t reciprocate
The passion, the care
The protection from fears
So I sink to the bottom
Drowning in tears

How do I talk to an angel?
How do I touch feathered wings?
Fallen, from the graces of heaven
To live as mere mortal things

Why does the sun rise over the mountains?
Why does it set to the bottom of the sea?
Far off, in the distant horizon
Come dive into the answers with me

This life is so much more than yesterday
Tomorrow is a promise we can’t keep
Right now we’re inhaling forever
Truth, too strong for the meek

I keep asking myself
Keep wondering how…
How do I talk to an angel?
How do I touch feathered wings?
Fallen from the graces of heaven
To live as mere mortal things

The sun sets, the stars shine, the night falls
As wings are the grass roots of earth
There’s nightlife, and moonbeams, and raindrops
If I could only remember my worth
When the moment finally arises
Do I stand up tall on my feet?
Do I rise to meet the occasion?
Or wallow in my own self defeat ?

So I keep asking myself
I keep wondering how…
How do I walk with the angels?
How do I gain feathered wings?
Risen by the graces of heaven
To become royal queens and great kings

A new coming of age
When you feel you’ve been betrayed
By the person you love most
Putting you in a fit of rage
We formed a bond we built on trust
Now I’m curled up in disgust
I can’t look you in the eye
But I have to, and I must

Gentle whispers on a breezy eve
Past the amber trees and leaves
In the cloudless meadow by the brook
Planted firmly inside a hollowed nook
It’s there I dare to seek out dreams
And eye the fish that swim upstream
I watch in awe
As they persevere
And reflect on all I hold most dear

Poetry are words
That cannot heal the pain
They can describe it, well, in full detail
Unshackled, bound by chains
If used proper and correctly
They can change a point of view
Attain what they’re after
In whichever form they choose
But that defeats the purpose
Of their task, their common goal
That holds with it, the meaning
Of every living soul
A comparable ambivalence
On a common level ground
That echoes what’s inside of us
And lifts us when we’re down

You looked away
As I stared into your soul
Peeling back the layers
As far as they can go
Searching for your inner you
The you that you control
Waiting for the answer
That only you could know
Like a flailing human torso
Swaying to and fro
A natural born disaster
With a shiny bow

I came with thoughts to serenade
Just along the promenade
In her dress of purple suede
With a smile that I wouldn’t trade
I picked a spot under the shade
Over rose petals, freshly laid
I gave to her a ring of jade
As she listened to the song I played
Steadily wooing her with my words

There’s beauty in a silhouette
Despite the eyes I’ve never met
Her form takes shape and screams neglect
From lack of love to great extent
There’s the shadow of a marionette
A puppet on a string quartet
A solo act in-lieu of a duet
For someone who’s been heaven sent
The surest thing, the safest bet
The highest highs, the slow descent
Of lofty goals and warm sunsets
Instead, exists another ill content

You left me here to starve
Hungry for your love
I’m famished, yet resourceful
When push comes to shove
I’ll get the fire going
Make sure to stir the ***
I’m craving every morsel
I have or haven’t got
You tantalize my tastebuds
Yet you’re somehow bitter sweet
Tenderized and savory
Like expensive meat
You’re delicious and delectable
At least, I imagine you to be
You’re sugar filled and delicate
And a million calories

They speak to me of love
But I’ve found nothing of the sort
I had great expectations
But life is way too short
I was too stubborn to settle
So I ended up alone
Reflecting back on memories
And the chances that I’ve blown
Though, I haven’t given up
Yes, I still have hope
Of finding my true love
So we can run away; elope

Impressive blue hues
Over breathtaking views
In leu of small clues
Of yesterday’s news
Predicting the weather
From small drops of dew
A pair of old shoes
That the laces are chewed
Thrown in the waste-bin
For something that’s new
To feel the same thing again
As if I had déjà vu

If it were only for a kiss
Together with your face and lips
I’d let it all fall by the wayside
When I got what I wished
And although it would be missed
It’s still high up on my list
To give her space
And comfort for the void

It stared me in the eye
On the mantle in the den
An old disheveled photograph
Of four distinguished men
One looked too familiar
Whom I know I’ve seen before
I had a need for answers
I wanted to know more
My host was kind enough to oblige
Now you rest assured
Our relationship has mended
Orders now restored

The bones are in the casket
The cross is in the ground
Their prayers all went unanswered
Turns out silence is a sound
The creaking gate
The doom, the gloom
Another loved one gone too soon
The squawking crows
Where time was froze
Under the fullness of the moon

There’s strength in solid roots
That grew from a small seed
They grow up tall
But beneath it all
They’re in dire need
Of affection
A tender touch
The precious air we breathe
Not cut down to build playgrounds
But maybe that’s just me

The quest
To seek and explore
Armed with his binoculars,
A writing pad, and more
To excavate and accumulate
Treasure troves galore
But the hardest part
Is the start
Once you open up the door

Not much to decipher
In this godforsaken place
But the thought of ever leaving
Leaves a bitter taste
The land is on a reservation
With spirits free to roam
Which can be disturbing to some
Yet, we still call it home

What seemed to be misunderstood
Wasn’t nearly as such
With translational importance
He seemed so out of touch
Reality was of no consequence
It bashed his ego hard
With dysfunction at an all time high
His reputation became marred

What occupies my mind
Is all the waisted time
When we’re not even guaranteed today
But carry on we must
In matters pre-discussed
If you can find the trail
that leads the way
If you leave, then go
Take both your feet and toes
If I can’t convince you otherwise to stay

If my mind is where my thoughts are kept
Then the gutters where my thoughts get swept
Down the drain beneath my feet
Blatant, yet discrete
I push forth, though I go without
To me it’s all been one big drought
It’s still all I ever think about
Yet it eludes me all the same
I hope to one day settle down
To be happy when I look around
Feet firmly planted on the ground
Not feeling any shame
I’m not sure of what’s in store for me
But I’ll be ready when I need to be
It’s not as easy as one, two, three
But I guess I can’t complain
I’ll look for opportunities
For things they’ve done for centuries
I’ll re-organize my priorities
Whether in sunshine or in rain
I’ll put my savings in a trust
To do everything I must
To be taken serious
Not for riches or for fame
It’s the person that I want to be
The person staring back at me
By avoiding a catastrophe
And breaking free from chains
It’s the vision I see for myself
The picture of perfect health
I’ll play the hand that I was dealt
And finish out the game

Picking up daisies
Pulling petals for fun
Does she love me or not
Could she be the one
Lush lavish landscapes
The knolls and the brooks
It’s her endless kind nature
And her blatant good looks
That draws me near her
That pulls me in
With a gleam in my eye
And the biggest of grins

Skies of blue
And a reddish hue
Lights the horizon up in flames
Just a hint of daylights rest
Is all that now remains
Darkness falls overhead
Like a curtain on a stage
But the bridge linked to your beating heart
Will never be the same

He was tempted and bold
He couldn’t wait much longer
Weary and cold
Warmed by internal fires
Spread throughout his aging body
Extinguished by the chosen few
Who could get close enough to touch the flames
With nothing more to do
Then to cover up the pain

I long for your effervescence
Your charismatic soul
That void you fill with laughter
That completes me as a whole
What I feel I know is missing
But I can’t seem to control
That lingers on for hours
And in the long run takes its toll
I’m counting down the minutes
As my anticipation grows
Searching out each moment
That you’re most likely to show
As you enter unannounced and quiet
Balanced on your tippy toes
To surprise me with your presence
All wrapped up in a bow

You’re my inspiration
You’re my lock and key
You’re my lover and my teacher
You are my everything

My muse for my creation
You have my utmost admiration
For the gift that keeps on giving
For the entire presentation

I stood for the duration
At the railway station
Traveling around the world
In complete anticipation

Righting all my wrongs
For fear of my damnation
6 feet on the ground
What in the tarnation?!

I was given my probation
I’m parched; need rehydration
I just need a little patience
With my vocal *******

And when this thing is over
I’m taking a vacation
Just imagine my elation
From letting go of my frustration

I am the seeker
The master of thieves
I spew propaganda
With the greatest of ease
I’m out on the cusp
Propped up and perched
I looked all around
I scoured, I searched
I found what I sought
Covered in dirt
Further from me
Yet, closer to earth

There’s crickets in the garden
The young one’s sound asleep
He gathers by the fences
And watches the sheep leap
On the pillow clouds
With air beneath his feet
He’s able to fly
To the stars in the sky
And collect all the stars just to keep

A tiny little drop caught my eye
Drizzling like heavy mist
Falling from the sky
A torrent to an anthill
A prehistoric level gust
Sitting at the table
Purposely discussed
Hidden in the thunder
The lightning and the rain
Are unnatural occurrences
That are forever unexplained

Simplicity in art
Does not gauge one’s skill
It’s a reflection of the person
That manifests its will
The will to be transformed
To encompass as a whole
The fundamental need
To always have control
Also for the echo
To not feel so all alone
Reverberating messages
To an elevated soul

The sun rose without a thought
An uneventful whim
Casual and nonchalant
For the day to now begin
Hovering the horizon
Amidst an amber glow
Shedding light on the earth
The true star of the show

After us came loneliness
After us came grief
After us came melancholy
But it brought me pure relief
I longed for our departure
I longed for inner peace
I longed for the setting sun
That fades into the sea
I hurried to my calling
To the echo in the night
That rang inside my eardrums
And took away my sight
I ran to it with eagerness
To consume my inner soul
So that the darkness that surrounded me
Could take over control

Uncovered in the rain
To help saturate the pain
And watch as all the teardrops
Go swirling down the drain
Packed up in a suitcase
Where the precious cargo soaks
Will they drown in innocence
And dash away all hopes?
Or have a brighter future
By getting shown the ropes?

He traveled to the mountains peak
Without a word
Without a peep
To meet his idol
Seek relief
A promise that he made to keep
The upward climb
The downward steep
A notch above
A giant leap
Never to except defeat
Or run away, fall back, retreat

The moon, my favorite muse
That steady rock to climb
That stays firmly on my mind
The moon, though never overused
Stirs up feelings in me and you
On a lake in a canoe
That’s wear my heartbeat’s found
And causes it to pound
Like thunder on my palette

Medals of honor
Of allegiance and pride
Fought for, or earned
A recognition of lives
Of performers, performing
Their duty, through pain
To be adorned and admired
For goals achieved and attained
Through hardships, struggles, and toil
They still produced change
When they could’ve stood idle
Dormant and tame
But the lion inside them
Was ferocious, and roared
It demanded attention
It would not be ignored
The renegades, the heroes
The legends, the lore
A celebration of people
Who went beyond, and did more

Using a metric unit of length
We were all mystified by such courage and strength
The strength that it took
To forge on beyond
And grasp hold of the friendship;
The unbreakable bond
To carry themselves with dignity and with pride
Standing up to naysayers
That would have pushed them aside

When you’re gone I’ll visit thee
And replay all our memories
In the forefront of my mind
Your body’s gone, but your spirit thrives
Just as if you’re still alive
For now until the end of time
You are who I gave my love to
And now you lay in your tomb
Yet still, you are mine

I’m broken, need fixing
But my body’s resisting
I’m at the threshold of losing my mind
The pain’s unrelenting
Constantly testing
My will to continue to strive
To get up and move on
Yet I still remain calm
Because after all, I am still alive
So I struggle and manage
Despite all the damage
Because it’s still no excuse not to try 

It was music to my ears
The words I wished to hear
When you said the two words “I do”
It made me want to cheer
I’d been waiting for this day to come
For us to be a team
And now I get to call you mine
The woman of my dreams

Atomic and cosmic
I orbit into space
Having never seen before
Such a pretty face
Elegant, yet casual
Personified by grace
I mustn’t let this occasion
Go to any waste
Fair skinned and beautiful
Imperfections, not a trace
Her flowing hair and emerald eyes
Help to justify the chase

It was his sacred duty
To harvest inner beauty
To bring together both a woman and a man
He searched throughout the city
Found someone more pretty
Than any other in the city he had planned
He relished his new findings
Saw the silver lining
And knew they would be highly in demand
Then he set after a suitor
In hopes to find a wooer
And join the two forever hand in hand

Storm has come with an outdoor glance
Loss of power leads to candle wax
Summer heat and sweet romance

Lit up like a jack-o’-lantern
Down the hallway comes
Spooky with an orange glow
And an unfamiliar hum

Caught up in the evenings plot
To have and hold or to have not
The warm airs circulations got
No other place to go

So we wait out the savage storm
Ferocious danger since it was born
Furious is it’s chosen norm
And runs it’s course till dawn