What are these thoughts inside
my mind that keeps me up
throughout the night reminiscing
about you, your green eyes
a radiance of light, a constellation
of shimmering shapes.

To look at your smooth peachy
cheeks and touch various worlds
of inner dimensions, embracing
rainbow bright skies of remarkable
rhymes, hypnotic, soft as the suntanned
sand in the sunset, thick wavy eyebrows
glowing in the night, a true existence
of stillness.

The contours of your lips diving
into mine sets my soul on a high,
a flight of rising rivers across
the horizon, a stark shadow of
dreams gleaming in sight,
the way sparkling fireworks
light up in the night.

You are my heavenly harmony,
a delicate sweet song over
midnight walks in the park,
a fragrant tranquility
brightening within, warm
romantic moments sifting
inside each other, lost in
the stream of glorious wonders.

I can hear the waves speaking to
my soul, swirling rhythms of blue
light beaming in my sight, a smooth
bridge of poetry rising all over me,
a bride of glory and passion nudging
up against me, sparking creative
inventions and insights inside
my mind.

I watch the sun shine in its
magnificent kingdom, glittering
cheeks of goldenness, sweet
tunes of enlightenment filling
the landscape, as the puffy
clouds float in a bed of brilliant
seas.

And as the afternoon fades away
into the evening, I can see the
deep glow of dreams rooted
in this space.  The great white
pelicans soaring above me,
distinguished creatures of
dominance and depth.  The
river of trees blowing in
the breeze.  The vivid
purplish hues carved into
the sky.  The dream chasing
perfection rowing across
the skyline, as my heart
is reawakened in this
world of thrilling creations.

Above the grassland the sun
shines upon the landscape,
a colorful wonderment of
creations, a twinkling beam,
a shimmering brushstroke of
infinite heartbeats.  

I watch the body of trees sway
in seamless motions, an arm
of astonishing bridges, incandescent
leaves, the brilliant face of the sky
an illumination of escape taking me
towards towering flights.  

I can breathe in the wings of love
hovering in the air, the hands of the
whipping breeze beating my chests, as
I stare at the sparkling red birds soaring
across the horizon.  

There was an iridescence of tranquility
in this place, a beautiful sound of
pure melodies touching my cheeks,
brightening my brown eyes, while
I simply smile and hold my head
up to the sky.

You are my sweet sunshine in
the summertime, the one who
warms my heart and takes me
into various worlds of enchantment.
Your body language turns me on
throughout endless moments, your
hazel eyes shining like gleaming
diamonds, like the shining stars
that hovers high in the sky.  

You are the light and moon inside
my soul, the smooth rich harmony
rising in my sight, a shimmer of
golden radiance, a sparkling
sunflower, a luminescent mountain
of love, the face of many dreams
serene as the bright bold stars
in the night, smelling of vivid blue
ocean, a still sensation shining over
seas.

When the dead dies and leaves
your side, the pain shall fade
away in mere time.  The raw
tears that you cry will sink inside
your veins until you shine in sight.  
Those were the words that my
mom told me as a child.  But as I
stand here by your grave breathing
in the dead taste, the awful sounds
of scorched hearts lingering in the
distance, painstaking drums rumbling
gray smoky songs, I can feel the hairs
on my flesh lifting in lonesome depths.
I never thought I’d see the day I’d bury
my mom into the ground and watch life
drift away into untimely mazes.  
I’m trying to be strong and solid
like you raised me, the days
you lectured to me about the role
of a man, how to be bold and brave,
a genuine creation full of power
and insight.  You were an astonishing
gem, a glittering ocean of iridescent
poetry, an inner rhyme harmonizing
inside my mind, a strong working
woman willing to make a house
a home.  You sacrificed everything
to see my dreams come true,
the day when I graduated from
college and made you proud, the hard
work and determination you instilled
inside me so that I’d grow into a
magnificent man.  Now as I stare
at your existence beyond the grave,
the yellowish trees stuck in sorrow,
revealing the deeply crushed diction
beneath earthly dwellings, I know
I must be brave and continue
moving forward in this world
of spinning waves.

Down at the barbershop where the
upbeat finesse fills the scene,
hypnotic basslines and smoking beats
rise from the radio into the
jazzy air.  

Various boys and men come
by to get close haircuts, fresh
fades, and dope designs.
Harmonic flows travel across
the shimmering space, bright
waves of excellent taste, a
thrilling serenity of light,
as the barbers create magic
in the brilliant place.  

Biggie’s lyrical anthem, Big Poppa,
blazes around the room,
hip-hopping jams full of
deep spins and breaking booms.

Groovy barbers rap to the beat,
spitting fire flaming diction
in glowing dimension, marching
in glorious rhythms, as the
whole masterpiece becomes
a supersonic sea of incessant
boogying and wavy arms,
snapping ankles and dancing
feet, an engine racing extravagance
moving in high flight.

I watched the professor from the back
of the room lecture about the depth
of poetry, how its deep diction intensified
within your veins, its raw rhythms
an igniting burst of energy filling the air,
a genius creation of massive equations,
shifting chemistry, every perimeter a distinct
kingdom of greatness and glittering mountains.  

Her dark brown eyes studied the various
expressions on her student's faces,
most deeply engaged and jotting
down notes, sifting inside the windows
of delight, the spinning light of dreams
running in exhilarating escapes.  

Her smooth cheeks shifted in different
degrees, iridescent lips moving in
an upbeat motion, her hands making
slight gestures every second, as I sat
in my seat taking in all the marvelous
teachings.

And as I stared at her poised presence,
her body a wave of compassion and thought,
knowledge and power, truth and reason,
a waterfall of high beating rhymes singing
in the sky, there was meaning in her
vivid words.

The slick and well-crafted inventions.  
the orchestrated alliteration and metaphors
rising beyond brilliance.  The perfect seas
of similes swimming in satisfaction.  The
splendor and glorious personification.
Everything was exquisite and profound.

And as I continued listening to her
speak, there was a sudden spark
that touched my heart, a gleaming
constellation of galaxies swirling
towards infinity.  I could feel the
spectacular poet inside of me coming
to the surface, a changed man born
again into a world of new beginnings.