Peeka

Peeka Jul 2014

For the first time in darkness eyes twinkled
I discovered charm, it held my pupils
Hostage
Nerves sounded out alarms we all know well
To dampen hands and make hearts swell.
For the first time a smile of sweetness, warm like the sun
Surrounded emotion in a magic cape
The mind whispered- “run”
But my shoe laces lay undone,
Caught on twinkling stars and thoughts of true love
Eyes flashed, steaks of colors painted the air
Red, what was felt
Yellow, pondered cards dealt
Green, how we acted
Blue, what we wanted
In purple we flaunted
What we found, for a while kept veiled
Then, blasted from tree tops to distant sails.
From right here right now, until the future avows
Our surrender, enthralling eyes promised vows.

#love #eyes #stars #darkness #light #colors #hearts #nerves #charm #vows

Peeka Jul 2014

The Balloon

A small boy watched his brother
Happy as could be
One spun and twirled and loved a balloon
It was all he ever did need.
Somehow, someway the balloon popped
Right in his hands
He stopped.
They stood together for a moment
A silent weep shook through
One brother saw the other's tears fall
And knew what to do.
He hugged his shoulder
Picked up the plastic remains
Walked on side by side
Sharing a single pride
For one brother’s burden is both brothers’ fight.

#fight #silence #family #brothers #balloon

Peeka Jul 2014

San Francisco Streets

San Francisco holds spirits
Of those unalike
Luscious shades of grey, sparkled stone.

Mighty bridges greet,
A plethora of wonders sweet
The smell of hot dogs, crab, Italian meats
Countries epitomized on few streets
Seven miles of freedom of speech.

Creed of liberation
To be ourselves, walk with personal strides
A passion, a determination
In the shadowy depths of a cold sea
Lurk mystery.

Pigeons coo, expounding over history
A pleasure inwardly
Lets go to San Francisco- there lies human victory.

#freedom #streets #sanfrancisco

Peeka Jul 2014

Bowling

I bowled three games tonight.
Possible paths to victory skipped rocks in my mind,
Until the ball dropped.
I won and lost.
My face flushed.
My skills wavered,
Such a tragic player.
A strike, a ball doomed to the gutter.
What did it matter?
When the lanes burst with laughter?
Friends, arcades, night bowling.
Fingers contorting.
Strange shoes and watching feet behind the line.
No passing it, no crime.
All win in the end.
Bowling alleys- hidden gems.

#summer #night #bowling

Peeka Jul 2014

Later

I said I’ll love you later
Not now, I'm in the future
Hugged you for a moment, felt a pain of shame
Why were we playing a game?
I didn't know
Who were you really?
What a dreaded flame
That bursts when I repeat your name
In my mind a thousand times.
The reason my heart is shut to countless silver keys
Saw a glitter of gold in one,
Flicked to the floor
Our eyes grew darker, I’m sure.
Because I said I’ll love you later on,
If later ever comes
And if it doesn’t, know in my heart
The present wasn’t where I belonged.

#love #future #sorry

Peeka Jul 2014

Fill Your Heart

I cried tonight for love
A love that beats and shakes hands
With strangers
Kisses them in a passing glance
I found my grasp on laughs
Crispy leaves punched out of air
Fireflies that emerge in the midnight flare.
I watched the fish on the end of my line
Decided that it was time
To push past, but keep in my heart
Live for the moment, cherish the start.
You never know where the people go that fill your heart.
They are a part
Of who you are and who you wanna be. Of things you want and what you wanna see.
Stop the tracks, place another penny
A bet on life and a pocket of plenty
The girl of your dreams or the guy that steals your heart
Hits the target with a dart.
Ride into the moonlight, alone if you want. Make friends with the moon and the dullest star.
Speak your heart, decide who you are.
That fish was caught at the end of my line
It had forgotten its mind.
Remembers only desperate times.
But freedom was the goal of its tries.
Happiness still lingered, a dream that’s kind.

#love #life #heart #dreams

Peeka Jul 2014

Westward

Sun beamed dust riding
The distant mirage is blinding
Boots melting, dirt frying
Past two cascades
Up and down orange, cracked caves.
Horses sit for days.
Rocks, trained.
Snap back into freedom
Rebel against wooden planks
Feel the wind on hooves, how yellow grass fades.
Builds back green brigades.
A fly landed in a lonely place
His wings kept beating, wanted grace.
Eyes unfocused. A piece of barley wasn't whole.
A grain of salt, a dry home.