engulfed

It's difficult to stay afloat when you desire to be beneath the surface.

yearning

my mind and heart are constantly one step ahead of my reality.

renewed

In a little quiet corner of an empty Chinese restaurant, we sit and exchange laughs, looks and lives. A time stolen to reach beneath the surface and fill the spaces of our knowledge of each other.

It's a cyclical pattern, this life of mine. It's good to de-rail, get completely lost, and find myself again.

Thanks babe.

dual

It's not the flowers or the poems,
the never-ending drama stories,
compromises or disagreements...
not the Kodak moments or cuddles,
late night long goodbyes or butterflies...
not the insecurities or reassurances
fights, spites, kisses or misses...
but the constant knowledge of companionship,
a comfort of being carried in another's thoughts.

higher than high

Your legs move, driven only by the pulsing sound of the system that drives your heartbeat. Your body is tired, but you just can't stop. Not now. Not yet.

Too much excitement to release. Too much intensity building. An overwhelming connection with strangers who possibly have nothing else in common, but their love for music; their love for soca.

roaring

I can tell you're not sad anymore
from the way your lips move
and the tears streaming from your eyes

I can tell you're not depressed anymore
from the lines in your face
and the sounds of your sighs

I can tell you're not angry anymore
from the forceful sounds you emit
and the way your voice cries

I can tell your spirit is lifted
because you laugh hard with me

the slightest chance

It is the unknown that keeps us going...

a hope that the time we have not yet met
will be different... better
than that we have already left behind;
that our circumstances will change;
that we'll impact someone somewhere;
that some things we hold dear
will continue to keep our interest,
and that we too will continue
to keep the interest of those we love;
that we'll someday live in a moment of peace;
that people can in fact change;
that we too can change... for the better.

stages

I walked to the tree and stared at its greatness. It intrigued me and I wanted to be a part of it. I started at the bottom and made my way up, slowly and steadily, enjoying the climb, enjoying the view.

As I got higher I started to appreciate what made the tree so great, but was also high enough and close enough to see its flaws. The higher I got, the more acclimated I became, the more the novelty wore off.

I've made it to the top of the highest leaf, and though the branches sway, and the leaves shed and change, there is no higher to go. But I miss climbing and I miss the challenge the tree once presented ... and so, unwilling as I am, I must leave the high branches of this explored niche, and find another to climb.

my lullaby

my green lullaby
soothing me to sleep
as the leaves gently sway
in the breeze of a hot summer day

my green lullaby
blades tall and slender
caress my face
and leave their scent
as I lay starring at the sky

my green lullaby
fading into the distant
slowly drowned out
by noise of sharp blades
by concrete, steel, and ply

my green lullaby
faded and worn but not fully gone
sitting on the inside
of a precious little seed
waiting to be set free

forever friday

I looked forward to you...
that time of bliss at the end of a busy week,
to the things you held for me to do
the places you had waiting for me to see,
there was never a dull one,
for though many were spent inside
they were hardly ever spent alone.

Now I still look forward to you,
to the end of a less busy week,
to the potential things for me to do,
the people for me to see,
but far too often, nothing happens
and you simply become like any other day.