Tuesday, January 27, 2009

poetry, poetry, poetry

words, sounds, music
letters, scores, lyrics
verbal, mental, physical
crowded, lonely, individual
verses, stanzas, phrases
lines, paragraphs, pages
sour, bitter, sweet
cold, warm, heat
stage, platform, lights
noon, day, midnight
islands, cities, continents
foreign, local, inhabitants
odes, epics, haikus
ballads, narrative, senryu
rap, alternative, neo-soul
reggae, jazz, calypso
artist, performer, writer
eyes, audience, listener
feeling, breathing, beating
story, telling, speaking
heart, soul, mind
poetry is the universal breath of mankind.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

what i feel.

if i could only reach you
teach you the inner and
outer workings of my heart
hold your hand from start to
finish, smile and let your
fears diminish...
i would.

if i could only let you feel
steel melting into gold sands
that trickle through hands
i long to feel embrace
my soul and erase all the ashes your
fire has left...
i would.

if only i could make you understand
man and woman together, is musical
in any weather once the chords are
right, light is bright, the grips are
tight and the loving is, you know,
dynamite! love can be the new
drug...
i would.

i would.

but i have closed the door
on those memories that made
me soar on wings of forever more
i have walked a mile in my mind to
separate the time and place where
we met, yet, i just can't let myself
forget the music...

if only i could reach you
send telepathic messages
to you to make you
understand what i feel...
what i feel..
what i feel.

Friday, January 09, 2009

intersect

i got a call on my phone today
from a man named mr. brown
said he could hear my weary heartbeat
halfway across the town.

"oh, you've got to be kidding" i said

he said "i kid you not!"

said i'd woke him out of his sleep
since half past 2 o'clock.

"so what is it that troubles you dear
as i'm already up
i'm willing to let you talk off my ear
till your weary heart shuts up"

"well, mr. brown you see it's that
i've been dragged down to the ground
i've lost the music of my soul
and the cool jazz in my sound"

"do you know the secret" he said
"to inner happiness?
it's found in recognizing the beauty within
and the wonders you possess."

"it's in the smallest of things
the atom of a sunrise
it's in the knowledge of recognising
truth lies within one's eyes."

with words like these i started to feel
like i could make it through

"Mr. Brown i'm so very glad
my beating heart found you"

"now rest your weary heart my dear
and let you mind be free
with a soul so pure and precious as yours
you will create your own melody."

"remember that you are beautiful
your essence is a rare birth
don't ever settle for a glass half empty
when a full one is what you're worth."

"thank you, thank you mr. brown
your words i shall forever keep!"

"and now that your beating heart has calmed my dear,
i think i'll go catch up on some sleep!"

the end.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Everyday.

i think about you
i pray for you
i long for you
i make wishes for you
i laugh for you
i write to you
i sing songs for you
i smell like you
i breathe for you
i sigh for you
i get mad for you
i frown for you
i clown around for you
i beat for you
i speak for you
i am for you
i sacrifice for you
i lie for you..if i have to..
i think of you
i think on you
i think about you
everyday..

..bubbles...

floating across
the clear blue sky
i see you
somewhere between 
my needle eye.
we hold onto
that same gaze
and get lost in
this purple haze.
of magical wonders
and weightless dreams
and flying saucers
and moonbeams.
i see you
standing
dressed in white
your silhouette dancing
in the moonlight.
i often wonder
why you creep
into my thoughts
when i'm asleep?
floating across
my mind's eye
and whispering
lullabies.
sunlight's beauty
dew drop
splendor
honey comb drips
between my fingers.
i see you
everywhere
in my mind's mirror
reflecting the light
and making me quiver.
i see you always
in my heart's gold
forever dreaming
until we're old.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

like the wind...

my grandfather is...
drawing his last breaths
taking his last steps..
my grandfather is..
weak, finds it hard to
completes his sentences...
my grandfather is..
losing his drive
every morning could be
the beginning of the end of
his life..
my grandfather
hardly talks
chasing life he stalks
all day.