You are my peace,
When chaos rises,
When conflicts storm,
When winds and devils rage,
You are my safe place.
Let me retreat.
The past is not to be repeated.
It is to become history,
And the future, a mystery.
Full of dreams, hopes, some sadness and love;
But never the same love twice.
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…
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.
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.
When I was a child my dad would count to five,
Say “you’re alive” and I would die –
of laughter of course – and be filled with so much joy.
I feel that way when I am with you.
Even though I am just a boy,
And you are a girl, and we are friends.
I think about the time that we spend together and I don’t want it to end.
End with you going home, with or to someone else.
If I could be honest – if I could find the words to speak,
If my hands would stop sweating and my stomach would return from my knees,
I would muster up the courage to let you know,
You and I
As he steps through the branches and dried leaves, moves past the trees with ease,
he sees his means of ascent.
A set of steps,
waiting in silence,
as if they were holding their breath.
Patiently laying still until the thrill of being used was near.
he just wanted to be free.
To see life from the top of the mountain instead of the bottom of the valley.
Spent so much time down here.
He took grip of the rail and made his move.
The steps released their breath under his weight.
Exhaling, groaning, sighs of relief:
This is how it was meant to be…
Craft this creatively.
Let it be painstakingly slow if it must.
To the point where it should collect mold, and rust;
Turn to dust if handled incorrectly.
Do not rush. Handle with care.
Prove that you can still dare to put words into the air
And give them weight.
Heavy as the trunk of a tree that crushes a car.
Brace for impact.
Let this breath, this pen, these words, be felt.
This hand that I have been dealt,
These grains of sand,
I will take them.
I will make them work.
I want you to be okay with being the exception to the rule.
I want you to be okay with not always receiving the praise and credit,
even when it’s due.
I want you to be okay taking the spotlight and having the attention,
and being humble enough to know that it has been given to you as temporary loan by the one who is seated on the throne watching how you handle it,
so do us all a favor
Blow the lid off of every opportunity.