Poetry

he

in

 Temporary high I wanted to be

But he felt forced fed by my need.

High I wanted to be

But he felt forced fed by my need.

He said he was allergic to smoke

And he choked right at my feet.

 

Permanent high I wanted to be

But he did not feel fancy free.

High I wanted to be

But he did not feel fancy free.

He said he was clouded by smoke

And needed fresh air to breathe.

 

Alternate high I wanted to be

And he inhaled so sweetly.

High I wanted to be

And he inhaled so sweetly.

Until he said he smoked too much

And addiction was no good for me.

spoken or written

in

Does a poem have to be spoken

for people to stop and listen?

Perhaps I should change my focus

Create a new vision

But my art is not meant for precision

and my loudness is in the words

open for interpretation

scattered across the verbs

so the question remains

do I silence my silence

for the sake of exposure

or do I speak my speech

that will forever remain on the page?

be

in

go on

dig it up

that messy incomplete stuff

the fuck ups

the cover ups

the make ups that make up

the bruises and scar tissues

the deep rooted issues

 

go on

take a break to breathe

a time to plant a seed

to get rid of all the twisted weeds

to find out your hidden needs

to clear up any dis-ease

to breakdown the breakdowns

 

go on

be comfortable in the stains

that will surely remain

even when you find sane

allow peace to be insane

for life will never be plain

so enjoy the messes

the second guesses

the cursed cusses

allow truth to discuss

itself through you to you

and just be

be


they

in

i forgot how this life thing works

i’ve been too busy living for them

the ones that say you’re doing big things

when your face is plastered on papers

the ones that say you’re at the top

when your name is plastered to no. 1

the ones that say you’re accomplished

when your home is the biggest of them all

oh no wonder I’ve been in a constant fall

i was mentally set up to fail

having amnesia of who I am

gave credence for them to work me

but today, I sent my resignation papers

ready to go to my 24/7 job

where life can finally make a living

3AM

in

i had a love affair

with words before

but they failed to

touch me

the silent page

could not keep me warm

on the cold windy

mid-nights

emotions were sparked

the intrinsic body

of work was spoken

with each syllable

however, the heartbeat

that was desperately

trying to find its rhythm

could not syncopate

a full blooded gentleman

could never be formed

despite my imagination’s

pleas, even with a please

california dreaming

in

Water seems nice over there
The beach seems cleaner
The sand seems simple
The walks seem longer

Palm trees seem friendlier over there
The leaves seem welcoming
The roots seem fleeting
The climb seems taller

The air seems lighter over there
The winds seem to play
The molecules seem to dance
The energy seems to pulse

To a certain free falling
rhythm
That continuously go from loud to quiet
in a nanosecond

Dreams seem to wander over there
The people seem famous
Everyone wants attention
Everyone wants love

Like everywhere else except there
The desperation is more honest
Even behind its flaky facades

Yet I dream to go there
Just to go there
Perhaps from way over here
I’ll go there

Swim in the waters
Dance on the palms
Sip the breezes
So I can be free falling
Finally
Free
Falling

a heart’s stain

in

oops
you saw a mess
in the corner
i meant to clean that up
just for you
pristine presentation
is what i wanted to show you
now
i cannot mask the dirt
i am not ocd with my emotions
just protective of its looks
appearances appeal to the senses
at least that's what I’ve heard
minimalism was the idea of my design
interior decorator that was I
I wanted to share the best of my light

so please forgive me
for that smudge
next time,
it will not be there