Don’t call me black, Call me by my name, call me by my humanity. “Black” is one of the many colors found in the crayon box, the ink of a pen, the darkness of shadow; a shade devoid of character or light – Yet, I am full of light. Colors are ideals driven by perception, …
High thoughts higher dreams, elevation. The physical plane can’t clip my wings. My flower a gift to life infinitely expanding, exploring, floating along my thought streams. Nectar, so sweet rare taste of magic… Trying to imagine the whole of life at its core bends the mind almost achingly a brute force majeure: hurts so good, …
A sage soul once said When you hit rock bottom,there’s nowhere left to go but upand up. I always envisioned this asdiving feet first into the ocean;Maybe the deep end ofa pool – never fully do I reach the bottom;Even as gravity tugsand despite its insistenceI’m already buoying back to the surface… A question: Did …
There’re occasions when I spend more time with my wishful thoughts than my realistic ones, Because sometimes I wish things could be different; Also because…wishing isn’t wrong, as long as I’m able to accept the possibility that wishes won’t always meet reality in the middle – Still, I miss the times when everything was so …
Can’t be my own person by your perspective standards I’m too weak, too naïve, too unoriginal to think for myself. It’s only when I disagree with you that I’m wrong, such contradiction – you disagree with who I am and feel justified in doing so… When will we learn that double standards do not equate …
You like to push buttons detonate triggers, throw switches. You like being surrounded by chaos and confusion; Volatility – Your victims never see you coming because you mask your intent with pretty words and intermittent affection to get what you want… means to ends – We were only friends when you had something to gain …
In all honesty,I can’t handlemy liquor – Even in pure consciousnessas clouded understandinggrows thicker… There are no meatballsin these forecasts;Even substantial chunks of logichaul themselves upat half-mast. Laughter resonates,fuel for thought pilotsof hopeless bombast. Free as finality,so they say,free at last,bright as the day. And I… Release allthat’s not worthwhile – even admittedly, I smilemuch …
We never notice when the ice melts; And through feigned annoyance at the precipitation on the glass as the water mellows to meniscus; Somehow we miss the naked glory divine in the simple, prepense cycles of the life that we declare inane and eventually leave behind.
Evening, Ma’am, Sir. Evening walks to nowhere in particular and everywhere I’m going. Evening coffee, evening meal… Evening matinees awaken the sky, as sun sets horizon alight with gold and orange; rose and wine and blue. Evening – shadows. Moon is rising the wanes of Gibbous in half… Evening, crickets – how melodic your trill. …
Clock always ticking but I can’t catch the rhythm in its tempos, I’m always just a little off. Hours keep hostages; Small cells into which are squeezed essential bits of life. But I don’t like the constraints; [To be] ensnared in eternal judgment by encroachments of minute captivity where there are always seconds… Perpetual measures, …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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