s[weep] s[wept]

tears far more than gold
he wept for i felt unloved
as we walked
he walks with me
brought forth foreign love

u n c o n d i t i o n a l
he wrote agape
on the scarred skin
from rages brute blade

he said, "i worship you,"
as i inhaled

he is the rain
in the drought

his arms
the home the angels bring me to

orbiting
waltzing
eternally my muse
he is my ink

dalit.       untouchable.              irrefutable
unstoppable.         undeniable.      immortal
unmistakable.          infinite.        unforgettable

rising


once helpless        fallen heroes
can no longer be ignored
no longer cornered
the holy whole
full
ripples


even the king's bow
taught
put in place
cannot deny what is the essence of you

healing broken spirits
suffering shattered
fusing failures
mending misfortune
vengeance vanquished
simple twist of fate
                             fleeting
fickle change of fate's course

unexpected miracles
r e a r r a n g e m e n t
spreading
contagious mutations
of once hopeless despair

language of anguish muted


faint soft sighs
deepest gratitude praising towards

I'm talking to myself again
Pacing enthusiastically,
Flooding frustration

Take my warmth and
Shoes once more
Trying to take my
Soul with them

I'm talking to myself again
Eyes burning,
Barefooted again

The city pulls just like the tides
It listens as I find myself
Treading on its grounds

Castles on the other side
Infinite fish bowl on mine

I'm talking to the fish again
Explaining death but
Intending to save them
crossed outI didn't*

The ocean breathes shallow, heavy
The Moon plays her disappearing act again
I'm talking to them both again
They whisper and they sing

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Reflection and poetry are synonymous
To be a poet
Is to be reflective in nature
To be a poet
Is to disperse sparks of wisdom
Within the space of letters and lines
Through moments of inner monologues

silence in heaven
stillness; struck
unforgettable

revere the majesty
spirit's truth speaks
to the meek
                                 their inheritance

vindication established
the substances nourish
sincere desires for redemption
gifts received
upon maturity

heard word
meaning beeming
promised purpose
there you are