Lately I've been thinking of you less and less.
Further away from the memories we shared for so long,
lately the sun shines through the dark clouds
that guided my direction
For so long. Lately ive been remembering the chains that held me captive for so long,
Lately I think of running toward you less and less,
and standing against you as a soldier of war.
Lately, death becoming life.
As the days go by and time surely flies,
the farther from you my desires reside.
Lately my dreams are no longer consumed
with the nightmares you left me alone to endure,
enslaved to a love song
that was nothing more than a figment
of my imagination.
Lately you no longer hold my admiration,
seemingly trapped in a mirror
that is forever shattered.
I've been thinking of you less and less.
Lately, the chains that once held me captive
have been set free.
I've been writing like you lately
I never really tried to rhyme in my poems
I saw it as an easily avoidable obstacle
But now it seems if I'm not writing a free verse or haiku
It's a rhythmic poem about you
I was never really one to write poems about love
But now it's almost like you're all I think of
From the moment I wake up to the moment I sleep
You are the memory I keep
Why are so many Scientists—
Falling—without a Sound—
As if the Mind—once kindled—
Were Treason—when unbound—
They walked among Equations—
Like Gardeners of the Truth—
Yet Something in the Silence—
Has marked their Passage—through—
No Thunder—announces Ruin—
No Banner—bears the Blame—
But Ash collects on Notebooks—
And Dust forgets each Name—
Perhaps—’tis not their Bodies—
But what they dared to See—
A Lantern—held to Darkness—
Invites—Hostility—
Or Knowledge—like a Fever—
Unsettles those at Ease—
And so the Cure—is Quiet—
Administered—by Degrees—
Yet still—amid the Vanishing—
A stubborn Spark remains—
For Thought—cannot be buried—
It blossoms—in their Brain’s —
I’ve been seein u in the stars lately
ur eyes, ur pupils dark as night baby
darn lashes whipping lesions o’ me
giggle pretty like the whole city
Baby you’re my life, my goal
Ball and chain, no parole
You, you’re my life and soul
‘til we’re dust and mold
Promise I’ll treat u well
Won’t let you fell
Through all of hell
Without a yell.
baby
Love what is love when you’re not here with with me,
Still it grows and it grows so remarkably
And the taste of your lips, the curiosity
Gets a hold of me… and honestly?
Confession,
Baby you’re my most prized possession
Overseas, long term boy obsession
I think Overall pretty great selection
You’re worth gold and silver mountains
I’ll work hard for u, sweat in fountains
Cuz baby, now and the state we were found in?
We’ve come long, despite surroundings
Soon we’ll have each other,
More than words but arms, rather
And life will have a lot more color,
When i’m no longer your long distance lover.
Hustle guided by unseen forces,
Linking me with like minds,
Dollar signs fill my headspace,
Overthinking the next grind’s designs.
Patient while cents can’t buy slippers,
Gripping heavy loads with hands missing fingers,
On painful days, we’re out and ready,
Empire building, slow but steady,
Even when my chest feels heavy.
If the weight on my chest
Is a rock from a gold mine,
Tell Endurance I’ve passed the test,
Let the gold I’ve acquired attest.
I know endurance, but around Hawkins I’m just talkin’,
Till he gives the strategist a plan,
Pulling gold nuggets like magnets,
That’s my marketplace, dollar and rand by rand,
Hustler as I am, I built my empire grand
Have I told you lately
That I love you lately
Well, let me take this time
To say what's really on my mind
'Cause we've been busy, baby
We lose track of time
Man, where is the time
Lost never to find
I'll tell you now and forever
That I love you, just in case
We've become consumed by life
And forgot to pump our brakes
Love walks in like it’s always lived here—
barefoot, unapologetic,
dragging sunlight across the floor like a blanket
it refuses to fold.
It opens all the windows at once,
laughs too loud in the quiet moments,
starts naming the plants even though
they’re probably going to die anyway.
Love doesn’t ask permission.
It rewrites the furniture layout,
puts your favorite song on repeat
and says, “This one. This one forever.”
It leaves tea rings on the table.
It kisses your shoulder in passing.
It forgets the umbrella
but remembers your laugh exactly,
as if it were carved into its palms.
Love is not careful.
It overwaters the basil.
It cries during commercials.
It texts you at 2 a.m. just to say:
I couldn’t sleep. I thought of your face.
It’s ridiculous.
It’s relentless.
It is you,
showing up in everything I touch,
like static,
like sugar,
like I finally understand
what the songs were trying to say
this whole time.
God always cares for
if you have noticed lately
want to be cared for
Cool waves and green foam
Zest in crisp morning breezes
Pink clouds float along
Sunrise splash into gold sun
Chill thrills before day's begun.
Yellow-orange zing
A stroll in warmth since the dip
Blooms on green catwalks
Stained skies are fading to blue
Another mauve rendezvous.
Been a little
Seen a little
Dreamed a little
Cradled a little
Cried a little
Loved a little
Lost a little
Been bitten a little
Bought a little
Sold very little
Been happy a little
Been sad a little
Felt pain a little
Joy a little
Been belittled
But rarely of late
Say
Little meaningful
Or
Nothing little
Consequential at all
When little matters
Most of all
" Touche "
Fiery, sunset days of crackling autumn, such colors in trees-
birds of every hue, not to mention vibrantly, cascading leaves!
The bittersweet season's lingering, like moonlight on water.
When I found you in bed, you had just died.
I wept; my grieving lodged inside my head;
you clearly were gone—I was horrified!
As you lay still in bed, utterly dead,
the huge shock I felt could not be denied,
as tears gave way to muffled sobs and dread.
Mother, I always had longed for your love:
you loved the one who never for you wept.
When your tired spirit had risen above,
I knew my tears were hopelessly inept;
meanwhile, we all assembled to remove
your slumbering corpse as it quietly slept.
Hours passed when we all gathered for your wake,
a solemn event that was neither good
nor sane as we all tried (for pity's sake!)
to offer our condolences if we could.
You laid there like marble—no more awake.
A victim of fate, I felt like deadwood.
The final day arrived: the ceremony
was on Sunday, which was dark and sunless;
dream-like, bizarre, and strange, all was eerie.
Distraught, I was overwhelmed and bloodless!
As they gave your last rite and obsequy,
I, too, died more than words could ever express.
"I'm just like a rainbow, and I don't know where ever I'm going towords within myself."
-Ds-
Lately i've been thinking
Am i blue or am i pink
Am i living out this life in real time
Or merely following the highlights
Can i or could have indeed done
anything different
Made better choices gone right
instead of left
Or is it and was it all predestined
And i just a passenger or guide
Here is where i am
Where i was simply unavoidably
meant to be
Until my clock expires and so do i
Not a second more or less to buy
Where i stand is where i die
Lately i've been thinking
I think to much
Wishing what limited time
i have away
Complaining rather than
being grateful and relishing
All the thing's i am bound to miss
Thing's i wish i should and could
have done
But put off in favour of doing
nothing of consequence
Worthy of a single memory or
anecdote to last me or keep
me company for eternity
If someone was in death to ask
Lately God has been showing me close-ups
His cross right in front of me
His face, his thorns
His eyes
My heart
3/17/2021
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