Poetry

The Levels

You deserve more than just the
beginning of thoughts
of romance
you deserve more than the start
of what should be passion
let me wash your feet and your hair under a waterfall
kiss your body while you receive a massage
you deserve more than conventional
more than traditional
you deserve to tell your friends
what is the new standard
of being swept off your feet
a mix between what some might call
old fashioned
yet
we can add in a little of the
new age appeal
you deserve to experience love
from all the eras
at their finest hours
songs created for you
not blasting through a boom box
heard from your window
more like
whistling through your window
the piano keys
the microphone
the lyrics from a song written for you
the lyrics that happen to have
flown in your room
Have your moment at a poetry night
becoming not only the object of attention
affection
but becoming in an essence
the portrait on the canvas
spoken word
music
and artistry all in one
dedicated to you
with you as the subject
how would you like to become fine art
while listening to the arts
not just becoming a book dedication
but the main exhibit in an gallery opening
Just a couple of small ideas
from a picnic in the park
to dinner on a loft balcony
from breakfast in bed
to taking care of illness at bedside
you deserve more than just the beginning
you deserve continuity
from start to finish

 

Poetry

The Waltz of Melodies

In the midst of the all the noise
there comes the faint breeze
in the midst of all the heat
there comes a soft touch
in the midst of the freezing cold
there comes a rhythm
the music enters
and lives
it dances
it twirls
it makes calculated
step
after
step
spinning and whirling
feet moving faster than thought
heart moving faster
than sight
take care to hold
on tightly
the sensation builds as the music
crescendos
soon the floor feels as if it left
from below your toes
floating on air
being dipped from their arms
feeling their heartbeat on your chest
and then opening your eyes
to see the notes
visualizing the dance
you just had in your mind

 

Poetry

Life’s Stage

Act 1, Scene 1
and the applause immediately begins
for she is not just a player
on the stage of life
she is the star
the reason
for the in depth
monologue
she is the voice of a nation
the nation she is soon to
mother
to nurture
to create
and to reside in
with dignity
and with truth
with class
with style
with her own manner
of stealing the show
tearing down the house
she will captivate your hearts
she will enchant your minds
this queen of the stage
this beautiful player
of life

 

Poetry

A Yearning Talent

For most they have dreams
aspirations
destiny and fate that they seek
for others
it is ripped away
stolen from them in a moment
and they are left
alone
feeling weak
Those who grow up realizing they are unacceptable
rejected
dejected
and
in their mind
they no longer exist to those around them
so they seek out favor
by growing in behaviors
that merit attention
hoping that with the intervention
of excitement
intrigue
and appreciation
that inclusion
with follow
so we learn to sing
we learn to dance
we learn to act
we gain strength
we gain coordination
we can endurance
perseverance
we gain speed
quickness
the ability to jump
the ability to flip
the ability to write
the ability to speak
and speak in a manner
in which we are heard
it is not that we did not have a voice
the voice we owned
was not listened to
was ignored
My writing did not begin
due to the inability or lack of desire to speak
it began out of the necessity to be heard
and be heard in beauty
sometimes the truth of talent is right in our face
it comes from the depths of our soul
from God
from that untouchable place
that place where He says to us
“live and grow outside of these walls”
walls that society built around us
walls that peers
family
the lack of friends
pain, struggle, and abandonment
created for us
sometimes the reason
why someone can be good at so many things
is because they are seeking
to be encouraged
to be accepted
to be loved
and most of all
they are still seeking
their dream.

 

Poetry

Darkness to Light

Verbally I am just spilling my guts
letting it all fall out
releasing what all spew in my mind
this pain in my stomach
this tightness in my chest
this white that covers my eyes
this pounding in my head
all symptoms of a broken body
a shell of a man
shattered heart
failing kidneys
pierced liver
deflated lungs
love broken and destroyed
pain in trying to stand tall
unable to filter out the madness
struggling to breathe through it all
metaphor on top of analogy
and you find within it
my poetry
these stairs I walk up to and pause
I rather sleep outside of the memories
of my bedroom walls
too much I felt within that small space
feels like sleeping
lying in the bed
is the same as a water
washing my face
a place of peace
is just another reminder
that no one fights for me
no one stands for me
not only am I an orphan as a child
no mother, no father after a short while
I am an orphan in life
always feeling like I should disappear
into the night
I break my back for those I love
those who came into my life
from past reincarnations
I fight and keep fighting
even when they never threw a punch
and when it is all said and done
I am the one
sore
beaten
and bruised up