Larada

Larada Mar 2018

Untitled

My compulsion to love you pumped it’s way into a dark place in which my thoughts are no longer applicated in reality.
They weaved their way into my dreams and within those dreams I find myself in a tranquil state of being content with a version you I’ll never be able to see

I then awaken,
Angry as hell
Because I never got the chance to love you at your best

Larada Mar 2018

White Wakanda? (Draft of many)

It is a coffee shop
With the signature aroma
Of a Fresh Roast,
Hazelnut,
And a hint of
First world problems

The clientele
Were so dense
And oblivious in nature
That sheer Caucasity
Would be the only viable explanation
For it all

It was a place that operated in the name of exclusivity and the exploited labor of working class peoples.
It was a Starbucks.
It is White Wakanda.

Larada Mar 2018

David

I believe in Magic.
The kind of magic that
Enabled my father
To transform into
Whatever whomever needed him to be
For the time being
in an effort to adhere
To the needs of us all

I believe in Magic.
My father was
A shapeshifter after all.

Larada Mar 2018

Leonardo

My muse is a distant being
Roaming along the grey areas
Of my recollections
And understanding
in mere silence.

My muse is the stimulus
That drives me
To paint
The Art Of Forgiveness
with hues as pragmatic
As my sensibility will allow

Larada Mar 2018

Couch

I once believed
that my favorite
song
was a ballad
sang by a soprano.

It is now
every word
you speak
with such
sweetness
and thought...
composed of the sound
of your baritone
and the consistent
beat of your heart

Larada Mar 2018

A Space For You

Without leaving room
For ifs, ands, buts and ultimatums alike
I’ve designed a space for you.
A space where
The walls are painted gray
Such as the lines we walk
With a hint of letting go.
A space that allows me
To miss you dearly
And acknowledge that distance
Is where fate led us

I’ve designed a space for us
For you
For me.

It’s called
The Middle Ground

Larada Mar 2018

Middle

I believe in reality.
The one where
Love is merely
An action
Not solely a word
Amounting to nothing at all.
The one where
Understanding and forgiveness
Can coexist
With hurt and disappointment.
I believe in reality.
The one where
Subject matters aren’t always characterized
As black and white
But grey too
On occasion
Because that in itself acknowledges that humans are multidimensional beings that have no business
Residing anywhere else besides the middle ground.
I believe in reality.