I enjoy the quietness
across from my mattress
sitting on wooden floor
watching as warm
bright sunlight flows
through the windows
where flowers bloom
into my shadowed room.
It is spring.
I wonder what it’ll bring.
3.26.2022
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I enjoy the quietness
across from my mattress
sitting on wooden floor
watching as warm
bright sunlight flows
through the windows
where flowers bloom
into my shadowed room.
It is spring.
I wonder what it’ll bring.
3.26.2022
yes, I am quite certain now
the time has accelerated somehow
smiles of warmth washed to six
wild parade of blurry matches to three
only time stamp on an old dee-ess-el-ar
revealed a trick dorment between ears
perhaps a sign to run forward faster
perhaps a sign to cherish things slower
I wave a good-bye to sunset
now I understand how it was meant to be spent
3.25.2022
you can control some,
but you must let go of some.
no matter how hard your heart is bawling
you need to turn your back from this endearing.
rejoice in solitude
be grateful for smallest constitutes
leave in peace with mind and soul
quiet in courage for challenges and goals
3.24.2022
thanks for allowing me to stay alive
so far, it’s been a good life
I am curious to know where this will flow
I am excited for the unknown
deadlines come and go
we rise and fall
but I’m glad I am on this road
for I now know I have lived it all
3.23.2022
chirping of the blue bird
a solemn song for those forgotten;
for the unsung heroes who heard
the call long forsaken
it reverberates as break of dawn
commemorates who’ve fallen
3.22.2022
brush of a fresh air with morning breeze
glistening sunrise in a crystal drop of dew
calmly, cautiously stretching branches of trees
whimpering of dogs on grass buds with poo
crisply ironed white-blue blanketing the sky
within it, the march of a Spring is nigh
3.21.2022
flash of a bang, and everything’s silent
explosions, emotions, implosions
all happening before your eyes
dumbfounded at this, I realize
my body shouts: “survive this”
but it’s not the shock that kills;
it’s the lull after the crisis
when you ponder your purpose
dissipated by the heat of the moment
that haunts you with bewilderment.
So, I pray.
I pray this journey to be a true one.
for the burden to fall on me
instead of those who knew me
I pray.
3.20.2022
just when you thought you were in the clear
it whispers its promise into your ear
“it’s inevitable, innit?”
but not the “give up already”
whether you go with a bang
or become a sandbag
for all the things to atone for
don’t think it’s over yet; for
it ain’t over till it’s over
3.19.2022
rise with me once more
into this fight for honor
no one may remember
except for songs of lore
for a man lives once
in flesh and bones
then in memories of others construed
let us soar up to the highest virtue
3.17.2022
hi it’s good to see you again
it’s unfortunate to meet in this moment
too coincidental and easily mistakable
but I say the truth plainly: nothing happened.
if you want to leave, feel free to.
of course I will miss you
but if it is not meant to be, let it be
perhaps it’s a price I pay for one of past sins
it is an honor to have met you
you’ve inspired me with your brilliance and charisma found in leader of truth
still,
it is my hope to see you again.
if ever, will I get a chance, I’ll hold onto it as dearly as I can
for it means more than ‘un million de bagels’
parce que it is Spring, after all.
3.16.2022
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