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Road From Perdition*
Assemble a thousand shooting stars With A dozen hours of intercession Alongside a collection of Horseshoes, rabbit’s feet, and Wishing wells filled with coins that speak my dreams. All of these… And maybe then we can be. Close my eyes. Cross my fingers. Cast a spell. Chants and rain dances. Prayer and fasting. Ceremonies and Séances. Clutching my rosary beads The Holy Bible As...
the way the wind blows acclaim follows suite. i would rather stretch my frame underneath the persistent sky. though it varies in its hues it will never change its shape, still as infinite as before. steady in its faithfulness and ignored still. so i will pay attention and allow the sky to teach me how to be great without being applauded, how to run from popularity with a clause, and...
I am satisfied That you always get what you want From me. Don’t take another Glance at me and wonder. Your peripheral is enough I’m fulfilled when any part of your eye Is on me. Whether or not you give I am satisfied Still Don’t worry about Seeking to give as much as you take From me I am not petty So I will gather the scraps say a prayer of gratitude and burp loudly from...
Toast To Undergrad
Here’s to: an equal number of mistakes and cover-ups. Baggy-eyed mornings and Bright-eyed Fridays. Being wealthy in knowledge and rich in loan debt. The influx of community and the realization of solitude. Watching friends come and go And the surprise at those who stick around. Here’s to: Peers as life coaches Professors as friends and Enemies as teachers. Forever...
Quite amorous this thing, Love. The sound of eager palpitations And the quiver of a butterfly’s wings In my liking (That spot snuggled underneath my stomach And nestled on top of my womb…) Disobey the instinct of human hostilities. Quite aggressive this thing, Love. The sobering sight of nameless community heroes Connected to heart-monitors seconds from Showing flat-lines, And forlorn...
Every morning I brainstorm On new ways that I can Be better. I muse over dreams from the night before To calculate their divinity. I breathe deeper To clean the air for my fellow man. Stand up straighter, On tip toes, So that I can get a better view of the sunrise. Smile with Eyes closed And Laugh with Head back, So that You can see That I feel Your gaze… […though I am sometimes too shy to look...
His mind wanders But is never lost Broken and focused Into eight different conduits Of purpose. Trekking towards Caution on paths of regret And seeking love On paths of passionate emphasis His highest hope is that Which lies at the end of it all Is a stark comparison of where he started. Head in the clouds Calling for angels and God Upward, But his eyes are focused forwards and backwards The...
Hard Times Require Furious Dancing (Inspired by...
I face difficulty In insurmountable amounts Enough to gag the cheeriest disposition But my hope is still breathing Pain tried to ravage my soul So, My hope now resides in the soles of my feet Prompting them, One after the other To shift Slowly at first Tip-toeing in a tap shoe fashion To skirt off the initial discomfort of life Then more rapidly To tightrope across my foes, And my own guilt and...
Silver Lining (Haiku)
I must not forget: there is no such thing as pain without a purpose.
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i really enjoy reading your poetry, its real….its not enuf to read once…thanks for good words