#stride
Your one stride, is full of pride,
We can see you are trying to guide.
But, we still get misplaced, and
You still come back to emplace.
Oh Swami Bapa, we can't thank you enough,
for helping us get through our guf...
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
You are the one
footstep
that connects to mine.
For every stride we take,
Is never singular
But one in unison.
You and I, are a step in the right
Direction.
Never mistaken, but when we
Work together
we"ll always take the right step.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
he’s addicted to the high
from egotistical joy rides. he revels
in self pride, arrogance apparent in
his stride. but his confident exterior
is built from narcissistic lies. he can’t handle
hearing “no”- rejection leaves him mortified.
this is not the first time
he's come to me cock-eyed.
he asks for my consent, politely i deny.
he refuses to listen, preparing to defy.
my fear becomes palpable-
his desire
fortifies.
“no, no, no!” yet his hands
are on my thighs. “we have to tonight.”
his words cut like a knife.
i don’t understand why
i’m forced to comply. (this is my body,
don’t i get to decide?)
my bones calcify, my heart’s
a ship that’s capsized
i’ve been dehumanized and
yet i'm forced to act alive.
i look in the mirror
and let out a long sigh-
is it his soul or mine
that’s been demonized?
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
A meet
in hills
with locust
swam her
strain in
a frost
froze bosh
laid wish
went nil
and trail
aside her
was nothing
more than
my escape
in afternoons
of dust
bearing gravel
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
Lessons that’d keep coming throw me against rocks and stars
Vacuum the space of stories I cherished
the bibliography of another misunderstood wanderer
Fresh is today, yet dusty is mind’s wraparound
Begging the soul to hold on to the noose
to paint the portrait with wounds’ blood
Dissonance thrives
Yet roots are growing
Flurried, awaiting the washaway
from someone lovingly reaching out, understanding, acknowledging
giving nothing more but a smile of compassion
The dance awaits
for dissolution of sown death
No future will come for the waiting ones
I’ll sculpt all within and without that I can
I’ll keep on refusing to stop at the mask
I’ll strengthen what needs to become stronger
and tear down all which was never meant to be
In the end there’s only one direction
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
a golden mare
strength and power
inspiration and imagination
flowing in rhythm or rhyme
thoughts in words I share
passion moving forward in time
roads of emotions; feelings I stride
paths of decisions; thoughts I ride
experiencing; distance and abilities
within my mind galloping the margins
of my quenching desire written
running wild and free
a golden horse
the perfect palomino of poetry
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
These strides of mine are
so heavy as I am
going down on these
stairs taking one step
after another for I
am aware that
they are about to
give birth to a starving-dark
void between the two of us.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
On the wheels, I whirl, I spin, I move
Clouds too whirl, then darkness spins
A lightning bolt, then the deafening sound,
Then it pours,
N the fire flies go dim
I dont amble, I dont whisk
Opening my hand, gawking above, I dont decline
Three winks! Drenched n detached from the me wrenching myself,
I wheel as "The Lance Armstrong"
Heavy pours invite a stroll
Cats and Dogs pouring down dismay Rats, ROFL!
Oust as Prince Zuko, I stroll
Surrendering myself to the Zephyr
Same trail but with ****** looks
Hypnotic green, drenched, raise me to the Oblivion
Shimmering in the distant are two dim lights
N I ***** like " The Supertramp"
Beginning of the ultimate inception, I touch
Extending my arms to the cries of sky
Dont know the destination of this alley
Trying to think what 'm anticipating
Though without any charge on my shoulders
Flickering in the near distant are two lights
I hike as " The Aron"
'm I tears, I dont know
Even the silence has sulked
Nothing's in my head
Green n Brown, Pink n Purple hues
Repose the folioles, within
Distant lights are passing by now
I stride as " The me"
To the Aisle,
where birds peep, cheep, chirp, quaver, tweet n warble
From the stroll to the stride
's a short walk of hues n blues
The fringes have passed by
Arena's clear n so 'm I.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
Coming from nobody,
I was but an afraid little boy.
Ambition or desire meant nothing to me,
And like a mouse I hid in my little corner.
Anger and torment embedded,
While lashing out at the weakest things.
In my youth I was an afraid little boy,
But my deepest desire was to express.
When you express your thoughts,
You can free yourself from torment.
With words meld with your purest thoughts,
and exposing yourself help break away from individual personal chain,
Truly those who can look at their weakness,
They can break away from their fears,
And loving one self is the first step in healing.
My empty ambition became thirsty,
And then the emptiness became desire.
I dared ambition to consume me,
And desire to take me with vengence.
No longer that little boy afraid.
See I was never free however,
Because being Korean meant family first,
But if the king was a fool?
What is love?
Better yet what is living?
Is it true vile, greedy, arrogant people live on,
But those innocence is the very first casualty?
I could not be afraid little boy no longer,
I must become a man with his dreams,
And hunger to want everything.
When I moved from Minnesota to Kentucky,
I knew no one, and had any clear vision.
I just knew if I restarted fresh from where I stood, life would open up for my conquest to reach my goals.
So here I stand in my kingdom, with fortress in developement,
For now I am the Lord of my initial dream.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
You can skip me across time
like a pebble dashes across the water
change my
attributes,
experiences,
physical features,
the person who i once was,
until time and gravity decide for me to sink.
but no matter the space and time,
my love for you will be a reason I traveled so far.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
You can not grasp the concepts I speak,
I accept gay people for who they are,
You hold on to your dreams and weep,
Then shop the avenue with tacky stores,
You are the one who breaks into song
When there was a villain who died,
You are always there ready to go to war,
Blank faced death as you boldly stride,
You were a pillow that I would lay my
Head on, now I run from you for my life,
You were a rainbow I had wished upon,
Now there is nothing but shame all the time.
*I was the one who had a childhood to explore and dream,
Now if I am not eternally busy, work restless 8 hour days,
I fall upon my sofa and knock out after I get home,
Finally find a little time and space, there you are
To tell me I'm nothing but a complete waste,
For I'll never work out in this world until I have
Lived up to becoming a slaved out tool for money's pay.
Perhaps on the outside I seem like a disgrace, but in truth
More like a dog who never learned the tricks of the trade.*
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
I'm here
Watching you fix your tie
With the grace of a clumsy seal
Who got drunk
On the verge of tomorrow
And the brink of today
I'm here
Watching you stride out
With the hopefulness of a child at Christmas
Who won't go to sleep
For Santa will arrive
At midnight
I'm here
Watching you speak to the crowd
With the confidence of a frightened duckling
Who were recently hatched
Out of an egg
And into the light
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Gold crown of Olympus, hair crown and
Skin gown. First we throw our bodies at
One another. Heaping piles of human soup.
Bold maneuvers, hands and mouths and
Boy meets girl lying down, on top, intertwined.
Skittish moves on a tryst. Wet fingers of freshly
Tendered infinite decibel pleasure screams.
Streamers above a long rooting movement.
Overture of Aphrodite. Sparkling, glitter woman,
Legs pressed tightly to the chest,
Loose appendages intertwined. Intersticed dactyls
In rapture, soothing. Bodies build to one heart's beat.
Two muses fused together. If I wasn't afraid I'd wake you up
I'd slip on my shoes and make a tropical fruit fondue.
Stage two:
Ice cream lover's delight. Opus to brown sugar.
To swimming again, a pursed lurking of lips
In the academy of the pastoral commonwealth.
We eat at our stations of the sublime. Today which was
A day of discord- you nursed me back to the land of the living.
Stage three:
***
Stage four.
***
Stage five:
As we earn our pageantry to take
Stride on this Earth, and string a
Great bow of eager success among all of us,
You, me, them. While I continue to
Gaze at you. If not dinner, perhaps a
Cup of tea instead.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
2 days and 6 hours are all the time we left.
While you’re striding in time,
I got left 25 years behind.
Doing math here isn’t going to do me any good
As long as your beard stays prickly.
Now it is all gone
I can’t tell if the time is moving on.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC