you said something sacred the other day
something along the lines of freedom
happiness and dreams we’re chasing.
it’s a lot steps toward the ideal.
it keeps changing.
it’s a moving target.
but we see it.
no matter how far,
or what disguise it’s wearing,
it is so very clear.
we see you.
the universe has a way of not aligning
suppose this is why we keep fighting
for justice, equality, funding and freedom
loud words graffitied in ears to hear them.
who will listen when money is kin
understandings through exchanges, returns
and layaway bins?
the moment grew quiet,
tense, warm, heavy.
you looked into my eyes.
i looked into yours.
And you said it.
I said it.
We shared our souls
Together, as one.
My heart filled
With excitement
Then fear,
Then hope
& belonging.
underneath naiveness
is the greatest gift,
of knowledge.
of shedding skin
to reborn and rebuild
into newness.
not young again,
not innocent,
but, free.
This wasn’t for you.
The passiveness.
Looking away.
The subtleties
My voice whispers.
Are you really gone?
I hear you, sir.
Flying about
Without any doubt.
Up and down
You make that sound.
Buzz. Buzz. Zzz.
What do you need?
Is it to be freed?
Here, the door is open
Go outside, then.
Spark that ignition.
The unseen force
Magic to discover.
this morning I woke up
with a little songbird
singing the sweetest melodies
perched outside on a tree branch
he sang about his hopes and dreams;
a peace on earth
calms all our wildest hearts
and unforgiving souls.
observer of nature,
he knows no boundaries
of what is impossible.
After days of darkness,
A small crack of sunlight
Spilled onto my face.
It slightly opened my trust.
To believe in magic and miracles.
scooping yourself up from a dead end street,
your legs are tired from aimless destinations,
swearing under your breathe, seeking a response.
hopeless wanderer, you are, you are.
off to one destination to the next.
seeking hope in the miles you walk
at the edge of the sun as it sets for the night.
Just as quickly
The balloon flew
Out of the child’s grip.
The air inside
Carried it far, high
The grass below a tiny
Patch of green
Next to patches of blue water.
So long, holding on,
Frail, fragile, light.
leave the doubt on your way in,
take off your shoes, relax.
it’s okay here,
ill intentions do not exist.
we’ll eat some nice dessert,
watch some mindless television
and chat about life’s deepest questions.
trust is given
happiness is forever
loving is as natural as breathing.
This photograph was taken earlier this year. Unfortunately, the flowers are no longer around, but the stems are still hanging strong!
It’s unclear
When the end
Is the end.
But our roots stay
Through eternity
By the stems
We grow
And the mark
We leave behind.
Invincible is you
Build like pieces
Of Lego blocks
Assembled, then torn
Scattered and whole.
Strength, not perfection
Is seen through actions
Valued and meaningful
Through broken hearts
Mended through love.
Was it something I said?
Insecurities flare
From the distance.
Teenage angst formulates
Passive aggressive simulations
Stop motion of emotions.
Drama in several acts
Cringe, embarrassment
Blush daily make-up routines.
