Best Inhabit Poems
First, understand that sorrow is a room
with no furniture, only echoes.
Every word you speak will return to you
slightly changed,
like a photograph left in sunlight.
Learn to sit still in emptiness.
Your body will protest,
it was built for movement,
for purpose,
for the illusion
of progress.
Ignore it. Stay.
Notice how grief has weight but no shape,
how it fills the spaces between your ribs
like water,
how it makes you both
heavier and more likely to float away.
Do not rush to redecorate the room.
People will offer you curtains, rugs,
paintings to cover the walls.
They mean well.
Refuse them gently.
The emptiness is not a problem to solve
but a truth to inhabit.
Sit with it.
Let it teach you the grammar of loss,
the syntax of what remains.
Eventually, and I cannot tell you when
you will notice a door you hadn't seen,
not an exit but an entrance,
leading somewhere you've never been.
You will hesitate at the threshold,
understanding that moving forward
means leaving something precious behind.
This is correct.
Step through anyway.
The room will always be there,
that echo chamber of what was.
You can visit whenever you need to,
but you no longer have to live there.
From the depths of love you came
Bearing gifts that's not the same
Putting my.heart in a whirl
Without much effort am your girl
Love holds no boundaries
No seas no countries
Distance an imaginary gown
Covering flames being worn
Many miles we'll be crossing
Sheets rumpled from tossing
Hearts racing lips yearning
A solid ache thoughts intertwining
You pledge to take me to the moon
Waiting eagerly please come soon
Know l am Lord
Know I will
Know I initiate
Know I know
Know I keep my promises
Know I give
Know I love
Know I live
Lord
Ideas, thoughts, feelings
inhabit space and time,
they come to mind .
Baggage one carries throughout life is but an evil spirit,
it kills, slowly, the soul, is the enemy that keeps one
from being free, is the bondage – like Bob Marley’s chain -
that is dragged across one’s subconscious memories,
upon life’s experiences, weighing down one’s brain
like millstones, from long ago, wrapped around the throat,
forced to carry around the neck until drowned
- for those not strong enough – in the waters of living.
These pieces of a past – be it yesterday, today, tomorrow
or from yesteryear – drive down the spirit, the soul of women,
of men into the depths of an abyss, a hell, and into the rivers
of a life best left in the gloomy darkness of the past
from whence they came, after being brought to life,
into the light, into sight, to be touched,
to be acknowledged and understood,
to release the heart from being wood.
They, these shadowy pieces, should be given wing,
set free after having spoken their piece, letting the heart sing
of their passing, as they pass into the darkness, into the either,
from whence they creped, like a snake, so that neither
the experiencer nor experienced need handle that baggage,
- live out their troubled lives in a cage, full of rage -
nor carry that baggage, but once, to some waiting train
or given wings, leaving the shattered soul and this plane.
Give that baggage a well-deserved vacation!
Walk away – forever – never again set foot in that station!
B. J. “A ” 2
May 3rd 2002
You have such a rare uniqueness
Filling you up with such sweetness
There's not one bad or mean bone
In your body that you own
Your patience is off the charts
You show more restraint and heart
Than anyone on this earth
You were a special baby birth
That this world so badly needed
You accomplished and succeeded
To bring out the and show
How to have an inner glow
Helping those who need it most
Your heart light shines coast to coast
Spreading into souls and hearts
Your doing the biggest part
To make the world a better place
And bring smiles to the face
Of those who need a turn around
In your caring, this they found
Never let it slip away
This rare sweetness you display
Inhabit me,
my vertebrae are bond in worms
and my eyes on the inside,
you could discover that much light
And the colours seem to have been reinvented.
Inhabit me,
In my ear drum,
will feel a tingling almost from the soul.
Inhabit me,
lose oneself in the drunkenness of flavors,
You may desire the ingredients,
When you slide jerky
Into my fine veins.
Call me when you run out of breath,
My blood has infinite powers.
When there are guests.
Touch the doors of my heart
Hide in no matter what room you're in,
I love to seek you out,
Wherever that is.