Posted in New Work, Poetry, Random, Self-discovery and growth, Thoughts and Ruminations

High on Life

I put it to my lips,
inhale –

Suddenly,

a brand new world
full of color and light,
Gaia and her decolletage
glowing graciously;

Seasoned hostess
of all life’s natural events;
Mini festivals,
Celebrations of existence
everywhere we are…

If only we made more time
to keep time’s capricious pace,
even if just for the briefest of moments.

Sailing high on the knowledge that
a simple look around
expands perspective,

And potential
reminds that we are
our only

limitations.

29 September 2019
Posted in New Work, Poetry

Heart Lingo ♡

My heart writes in invisible ink;
You can’t see its lingo
with simply a naked eye,
but you can feel its songs
if you get close enough…

If you only touch,
you’ll find the drumbeats
your fingertips are always playing
and the rhythms
our souls dance to.

Posted in New Work, Poetry

Heavy Too Long

Don’t be so heavy,
drop those burdens you bear…
They’re not yours to carry alone;

Your humanity is your heroism-
but even heroes can’t save them all.
I’ll lift you lighter –
some of these cannot stay.

All you have to do
is release them,
let them go.

And this time,
breathe only to free yourself –
let your own peace of mind
carry you far from where
you been heavy too long.

Posted in New Work, Poetry, Uncategorized

Pheno(t)menally Okay

I am not okay…

…but I guess I’ve wanted to be for so long
that I pretended I was.
I function.
And often, I’m even happy;
Smiles, rare conversation –
y’know…pleasantries.
But when I look at my life,
I realize how many of the things I own
first belonged to someone else’s collection –
of thoughts, ideas, innovations

and I’m flustered
at my lack of ability and motivation
to create my own collections –
Have I ever really owned
any of the pieces of my life?

To think, for myself –
I once wanted the world,
but only so I could give it back
to its natives
and its guardians.

Now, instead, I’ve assimilated –
and donate my ideas
to unworthy organizations
for mere pittances;
any salaries received
less than my true worth;
insulting to my value –

– My intellect could build nations
if I just focused it
on making changes
rather than making small change.

Just [enough] to get by?
But it’s not…enough.
Enough to simply coexist
when I should truly live.

My mind is encrypted
and at rest;
Its data valuable.
At ease, at attention…
I soldier through endless days
using my intelligence
to feed artificially-generated
consciousness.

Existence is a given,
life a gift –
Though I own my existence,
I’ve given too much of life
to those who don’t value
humanity.

And it’ll be now
that I reclaim my own life,
and create the future
I want to see.

I remain limitless
boundaries can’t fathom me.

And so, I’m not okay…
But I am pretty phenomenal.