come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
finally, you’ve arrived!
I feared your shadows for so long
I am relieved to see you while I’m alive
our meeting will be remembered in songs
yes, I know you are meant to harm me
yet I am glad to meet you finally
now that I have been immunized against you
let me take a closer look at you
so that’s how you wrangle the head
tickle the throat with phlegm
it’s quite fascinating; what you’ve become
but make your leave when your time comes
4.7.2022
caffeine induced insomnia for four nights
woke up, realized now is to start to write
what I felt, what I believed in my heart
before the day gets long to see the star
over the head falls the rain
perhaps explains the pain
one that might not be understood
as those who were not heard would
cry, cry all you want
tomorrow, after the storm, it’ll be calm
3.31.2022
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
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