The day after the storm,
Where the winds have turned to whispers,
Wiping away the last of the tears from the trees
Who bore the wrath of heavens.
The chirps of warning the day before have become
Songs of comfort for those who were frightened;
There is no longer reason to fear.
Flowers bloom and greet the sun above.
Creatures appear, surveying the landscape.
The grass shrugs off the aftermath — collateral damage was minimal.
The stillness in the air is of peace,
Creation no longer holds its breath in anticipation.
The world is quiet here.
I believe that sometimes,
Things just won’t go your way, and you,
You just have to be okay with that.
I believe that Michael Jackson
Was one of the Baddest entertainers to ever Thrill us.
Do Your Remember the Time he made You Wanna Rock
As you watched him dance like a Smooth Criminal?
And while some thought it was Off the Wall,
Others knew it was just his Human Nature…
The last time I stood here,
You shook the very earth beneath my feet,
Destroying what we had built together.
Walls, fortresses, cities, we had spent years solidifying.
You tore my world apart, and left me in ruins,
All without lifting a finger.
Moving through life at the whim of the world.
No intent. No aim.
Just gracefully floating along.
What I bear is expensive and costly, so I wear it with pride.
No makeup or covers,
But I shine with glory and splendor.
Though they tried to hurt me, to put a stop to what I was capable of,
With a body that shows how I came through the fire,
So know that you can do it too.
Your scars are beautiful.
Show your battle wounds.
Even the very death breathed from your lips give me life.
And the beautiful thing about it is,
I love you.
Though I’ve never met you,
I already love you
I always have.
My life, has been a series of moments and events, preparing me for the rest of my life with you.
Hi, I’m glad we could finally meet.
Eyes. Telling stories.
Enough to fill a thousand
Pages. Let me read.
For a venue I can go to where I can wear my own shoes and know that they are the right ones.
Where I don’t have to hold my tongue and not make a sound,
Or know that my hands are not bound
Where I can stand proud with my head — and not my hands — up
And have nobody frowning or looking down.
A place where I can rest easy knowing that I don’t have to stress seeking what I have already found.
A place where I don’t have to hide or pacify what’s inside,
But I can demonstrate it with pride.
I am not looking for a place that is perfect.
I am looking for a place that is mine.
For a decent period of time, I had stopped writing and performing poetry. The creative activity was pushed aside, apart from very special occasions. This poem, while only part of it stands here, was a piece that I wrote for the first time I performed at an open mic, and the first time performing in a few years. So while I don’t think the it is the greatest, it does hold special significance for me.
You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream – C.S. Lewis
I just want you to know,
If tomorrow you failed to arise from the sweet embrace of slumber,
If your face ceased to be kissed by the sun — and we learn that you and the dust of the earth have once again become one;
You would be greatly missed.