Bright-eyed young girl, Curious and crafty, Let’s start a project and learn to crochet. Tiring quickly, She abandoned the lesson. She couldn’t see past the first stitch- Obsessed with chains, with growing taller, The neverending line of connection So easily unfurled. Chains, chains, chains. Chains everywhere and every day. Quickly and carefully created by this crafty girl And unraveled even faster, The impermanence of childhood Displayed through her repetitive ritual. She lost interest as quickly As any other once-inspired child, And many years without crocheted chains passed Before a spark of inspiration woke her from her daze. Timid hands picked up threadbare yarn, dusted with age. Fingers moved as if possessed, Creating chains came so easily And her inner child was elated by the familiarity Of her once daily routine. The desire to unwind, to unfurl Pulled so strong within her, But the necessity To create, to give life, to build something that matters Overcame all else. She kept making chains. She made chains and then kept working. She kept building on the foundation To create something strong Something useful Something beautiful for herself. For herself, she kept creating.
Happiness
Change
Coming to terms with
How fucked the world is
Assures a trend.
Never give up hope for
Good. It is everywhere-
Everything.
In search of utopia, humanity
Strives for perfection, not harmony.
Feeding egos and wallets is
Only superficial and temporary. We need
Respect for humanity and our home.
The fate of our
Homes lies in the hands of
Everyone.
Be the change your
Eyes desire to see.
Seek greatness for you and your home.
The future is ours to make or break.
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Ocean Waves, Part 1
I yearn to be in your presence,
Feel the warmth you provide
Just from being near.
Cleanse my soul
While I drink in your essence
Upon my return
And soak you in.
I promise to visit soon
And we’ll converse
In our own language-
A code
Made up
Of whispers and secrets-
I’ll tell you of all my travels
And listen to your tales
Of everything you’ve witnessed
From around the world.
I can’t wait to see you again…
I’ll catch a glimpse of you in the distance
And you’ll wave,
Just like you always do,
Welcoming me home.
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Warmth
You are irresistible with
Those thoughtful eyes
That shadowed smile
And the way you say
“I love you.”
A treat.
Comfort.
I’m drinking you in
Like a warm mug
Of lightly sweetened tea
On a cold winter day.
Cuddle up with me
Like a weighted blanket.
Warm my body
My mind
And my soul.
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What Next?
I thought
I did all there was to do
Yet here I stand
On unsure footing
Stopped on a road…
Leading where?
Wanting To Be Alone
I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
Ricardo
Ricochet
Into my heart
Crashing fatally
Against my ribcage.
Resuscitate me. Bring me to life, but
Don’t disrupt this fantasy
Of you and me.
The World We Live In
Straight past the busy street
With cars as fast as a shooting star
Blurring past you in the night
To the quiet neighborhood
With houses lined up side by side
Sleeping next to one another
For warmth, comfort, strength in numbers.
The dull glow of the street light
Takes place above the neighborhood
As if it were a glowing planet
Keeping watch, keeping us safe.
Turn right down the winding road
That slithers like a snake
Passing more sleeping houses
With the occasional dim television night light.
One more right will lead you to
Transplanted palm trees reaching out to the heavens
With birds resting in the palm frond fingers
And cats prowling the trodden earth
With hungry eyes- disturbed by the
Put-put-puttering of an old
Busted white Chevy blundering down the street.
Pass the park that preserves youth
And you’ll find yourself at a crossroads
Ahead of you (and even behind you)
Lies a quiet neighborhood slumbering
Looming in the unknown darkness.
Look to the left, now to the right
And see the street stretching before your eyes
Overpowering lights reflect from your eyes to my own
As you stare at me with wonder
At the beauty of this place where we live.
You take my hand and together we are
Launched into space on a trip to the unknown.
Elope, We Shall
Again, I fall for that wicked smile
Like a glimpse of sun
On a frigid winter morning.
Perchance your hands will warm my heart with
Elation as they grasp mine in the
Church of lust and no return to the
Island of insecurity from whence we came. I’ll
Abandon my life in a flash for a chance to have a future with you.
The Unexpected
It is cold
Dreary damp and dark
Nothing to keep me company
But the absence of
Your smiles as a tickle touches your sides
Brought from unexpected fingers
Your eyes as they stare deeply into mine
Telling each other secrets of their own
Your hand grasping mine
A lifeline holding me next to you
Grounded in our world
Your laugh as it sings melodies into the air
A tune I would often long to hear
You. Only a memory
That I can’t hold on to
Beyond this journey
From life to… The unexpected.
You’re alive while I’m here.
You are lost to me
But I”ll be here
Waiting for you to join me.
Greet you with
All the joys we once shared.
You will find me
And we will
Never be lost again.