Failure a ruthless painter splatters my soul with its tainted brush, Staining the fabric of my hope, Shredding the canva of my ambition. Eroding the castle/ fortress of my desires, it washes away the footprints of progress. I am left stranded in bottomless sea of missed opportunity collecting the shattered pieces of my expectations.
As comes the night And the stars shine We sit in our balcony And switch on the fairy lights. We talk all night long And maybe banter in between, A smile playing on our lips Never seeming to disappear Yet remaining unseen. It's relatively cold But we don't feel the chill, Because our hearts are warm And our eyes so bright, That would dim even the moonlight.
A stranger stole my heart left a mark I can’t deny I never got to touch you but I feel you everywhere with me It’s like our souls are intertwined Isn’t it strange, stranger Or should I call you beloved stranger who stole my heart You’re not a stranger no more You have a place in my heart I saved your love notes incase this is the last time you’ll write to me I saved your voice notes incase I never hear you voice again You said you’ll be back when you’re own you own two feet I pray to god you find your peace
Its a sweetgrass serenade singing up serotonin through the cavalcades and ramparts that I have been using to barricade my heart
It's a sweetgrass serenade when I let those sweet words slip off my tongue just like syncopated honey into the three-stranded braid of me and you and Him taking us into those outer places where we can occupy other spaces
It's a sweetgrass serenade on our journey to the moon where I wonder who is following me cause on our way back
I'm feeling the exodus of my past, you know the part that no longer serves me.
And in its place...
It's a sweetgrass serenade singing up serotonin filling up that empty pocket with a force of positivity.
Looks like I found a Lifeway time to let it shine and step into deep play
Written in August 2019. Performed at open mic night at the Owl with the Lethbridge Poetry crew on August 29, 2019.
hard at work to afford life’s bless what is the time worth we drink with the stress we smoke with relief we pray with belief we die in this grief greet death with everyone time is matter in deadbeats our soul perhaps is forever in debt with heartbeats
I don't know if you are in love with me or not Can the wind blow my feelings to your heart and you will be loved? I only know one thing, and it is enough for me, but, I don't know if it is enough for you Because there are many ways to seek a true love But I am not smart enough to learn what I feel So, if it is true, you may notice nothing Because I love you in silence That sounds like a loser So do I Here I am, and where is yours?