Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I am not these things
I have made myself from stronger substances.
Wielded my roots deeper than what you see
Shaken my hair in places you cannot return to
Screamed my feelings with words that will never be reordered in that same structure.
- I am raising my voice from sounds roaming only in my heart.
Lessons I have bore into my soul I do not share through the clothes I buy, the food I eat, and the way I do my hair.
I have been too tarnished by publicity, media, those who I thought were cooler than I should have thought, and pictures I think I comprehend.
But I know better than to believe the spackled surfaces I face to make me feel incomplete.
I am a hopeful person. I share with you, what I hold, from the engrained rings, that ripple out bergoening within my raw, capsulated, free standing, and concrete being.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Eyes of Tigers
Heart like a weapon
That swooped in
mirrored my soul
I foolishly let go of my consciousness
And fell into your sight
Your innocent demeanor keeps my attention
As your words devour my breath
Breath in, I must, to stay awake
And to make my own swooping
I bat my eyes and play it cool
But, your presence near, makes it hard not to feel hot
I breath in, again
I remember this is only the beginning, and if temperatures are bound to rise, I must blow on the waters to stay in slow mode
We spark a connection, and we see where it goes. Though my heart is racing, I can feel us both glow
Cheek to cheek, we sway with the mood
Nothing else survives
When, I look into those tiger eyes -
Just dancing here, and holding tight
I don’t want to let go - of this time, we caught - tonight
(written Oct 29, 2009)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
"Listen to your heart", I've heard before
But what happens when your heart says listen to your head?
Some things need another perspective
So I listen to my heart, to listen to my head
It says, Don't take chances with your life
It says, No matter how wrong it seems, it's right
Keep it cool
Keep it cool. Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
So I live not knowing what this love could be
Wondering, Can I find another love to set this garcon free?
Love is cruel.
Love is cruel. Love is cruel. Love is cruel.
It's not enough to go on ignoring
Pretending is a rocky stream.
Somehow I know I get on by
Saturday, March 7, 2009
...We gotta stand in the middle of the room.
Clear our heads of nonsense to peace.
Protecting our bodies with arms spread.
Ready to bear fruits or fight full fledged.
Feet planted firmly. Winds will only sway us but will never knock us down.
And if they do. Remember where you stand.
In the middle of the room.
Yet the moon and the stars will remind us there is still light.
And though far it may be, the sunrise brings new possibilities...
It's a long road if you bring on the bear necessitites... Extra baggage only distracts us and leads to more stops.
No matter who you are knowing how your own car works is invalueable and dependent on how driven we are to educate ourselves.
The destination is only a blessing. Whereas unwrapping the road is a present in itself and inspires us to make what's ahead come even more alive.
Even if I see nothing. I am alive.
Only in the darkness do the stars come alive.
- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.