I unfolded a melody
tears swam in the margins

candles of war, unrequited love, and poetry
winked at me
from the ink

H-o-p-e
spelled out
penciled in
the faded ink, deckled edges, tiny wooden flecks
marginalized, coated on paper

of the book
I hold, now close

That foot
goes over there
Arm tilted here
Chin up, square up

Pounce, bounce
Swish, swoosh
Feet squeaks against the greasy floor

The ball drips with sweat
jostle, muscled

arms tauter than string
or rope

she reaches, dances, jumps, SCORES

twenty-FIVE    toooo    sevenTEEN
blares, the ref, roars

citizens -1, netizens - none

I look down at the water
fluffy clouds and solid trees
a glorious crystal sun and a silent pale moon
stars sprinkling their glitter across the heavens
a white butterfly flutters and blushes
my soul sings somber music
For what do we all have to do
to get that peace?

-ing flowers
wrapped around me
hidden thorns

beauty?
true happiness?
life?

often we find them (though not all)
as the fiery catalyst for our choices
our future
and for our dreams.

of a root
squirts blood
droplets;
splattering.
the white floor stains
thin veiny twigs
pops from thin saggy skin
A **** of green unfurls

a fluttering weakling
Yet immortal, unextinguishable
a gentle candle, hypnotizing you in the dark

It can heal a heart, save up a life
It is an abstract work of beauty given life

It resounds in one's hearts, beats to one's heartbeat

hope
is a fighting beam of light

the red paper heart
oozing thick black blood
drops onto the ground, thud

little creatures of shards of red form
Searching for
other hearts broken
like their own

he sparred a silvery mist into melodies
danced and danced,
as roses sprinkled into the air

scattered petals rained down onto jubilant hands
As they fell, a light pattering of rain darted between them

but I didn't sneeze?

when else are
we presented with
present one other with
a previous  
blessing?

abundance upon abundance,
let us seek

Was on the Cross
nothing can compare

We are life's greatest mystery
'biology' 'anatomy'- just terms attempting to define who we are
One of the things that truly defines us
is just being us
My heritage, my language, the color of my skin
your heritage, your language, the color of your skin
All the more, it makes us
who we are

of God
Crashes over me
like an eternal
infinite
ocean of waves

Cold empty halls,
protective equipment
can it protect
the never ending hurt?

Besides teachers,
doctors are planters

Life is a fragile thing to toy with
but not too fragile
that it can't be fixed

you can't help it
if you're born the way you are
if the world is being cruel to you about it

shatters crystals against
circling curves of white
dashes a sprinkle of hurt
against the rye
whispers gloom, into
the black-blooded night

she unsheathed her weapon
her inner contents ripped loose-

Black blood hissed on her clear, sharp blade

She disciplined their ignorance and hate

Blood droplets rained, footsteps drummed on the floor
Who needs a knight, when you can slay your own dragons?  

She let no-one move her.
but she.

The blue bird trilled
'oh, what a wonderful, jubilant day!'
a baby bird is hatched

"those tourists"
Sneer at the foreign language you think are blasting
harshly
in your ear

Would they think you

any better?

Creative power
punches through in
blues
funk
rock
disco
'n' hip-hop

Passion bleeds out and through chants
still, and in beat

Jazzy gospel blues filter through the heavy rain
uplifted voices, they soar above the canopy and waving arms

AFro-punK

endless drops of time
clink
into other people's glassy mason jars
but did this predicament
help you give a little more love to yourself?

I sit numb and cold
The hard chair bites me awake
Time flew- 1:30 a.m.

tastes like sugar
made of the moon's shine
and the crust between its craters
The powdery flour
bursts into the air
flakes falling softly
as the footsteps of astronauts leave behind permanent indentations
sweet-ener
fake sweets swirled in a papery blinding smile
bits of teeth shavings, ***** soup of century-old snow
sliced
tiny cubic centimeters of white
particles dusting the wooden table
falls
onto the sea of churning black dots below

Trust to spread your arms like a bird,
a trill singing from your heart
falling back back
onto
a comfort of feathers and tears

a long ramble
and jamble
Talks to self in the mirror, pep talks
You see, you're
still in the stage of finding yourself.
I don't know who this if for,
but what I know is that you
can change the world.
No, it is not a matter of 'can', but a matter of
'will'?

shines and snags your mind
drags it into
the world of poetry

artificial sleep
What have we dreamt?
artificial trees
artificial lights that can't compete with the Sky's glitter
artificial rivers
and homelands
and spontaneous desires

Artificial pleasures
and things of this world
Hopefully
although they weren't pleasant, they
were just "sweet dreams"

beautiful

when the rain's a-pouring
and your keys ditched you for the gutter
and your heart's trodden by pig trotters
your mind soggy
your eyes drippy

let the sky's tears soak you in

Even when I don't see You
Even when I can't hear You, can't physically touch You
I know that You are there
You are here
You are here
Amen

Realistic apparitions float
tied in between the misty gloom
A budding trickling stream of words
erupt from sodden books
A raging pent-up fire explode
Tiny fiery sparks kiss my nose

in the bloom of the moon,
tears of a fragile lamb,
whispers of the oak trees,
and the flickering lamp
of life-

a Snicker
of Magic