Peacefully gazing up at the sky
Thinking of my life.
And all that as been
An passed by,
Thankful
To my mother
For every day & night.
She made them
Alright.
Now I miss my
Family.
But I have memories get me by.
If I drift to far
I just look up at the SKY,
And moments
Recaptures me
And I smile Every
time.
Causes memories
Flood my mind
Categories:
recaptures, hurt, i love you,
Form: Free verse
Peacefully gazing up at the sky
Thinking of my life.
And all that as been
An passed by,
Thankful
To my mother
For every day & night.
She made them
Alright.
Now I miss my
Family.
But I have memories get me by.
If I drift to far
I just look up at the SKY,
And moments
Recaptures me
And I smile Every
time.
Causes memories
Flood my mind
Categories:
recaptures, hurt, i love you,
Form: Free verse
I see Beauty in black & white
When i close my eyes
My color come back to me
Yet painting a picture
Of none reality
Is different
At da least we have to dread
From man or beast
Only If i can see
Before reality recaptures
Me
Bleeding on the inside
How it drowns
Out the mental noise
That floods with in me
Forgetting gets the best of me
Maken memories only
I can see.
Control is my worst enemy
The wall fold down around
Me
A life taken By the hands
Infront of me
Of pure evil and they
Had no time to even act
How sad is That
Livin life with eye THAT cant see
What a tragity...
It is too be me..
Categories:
recaptures, allusion, anger, anxiety, corruption,
Form: Free verse
sitting on a bench at the battery
listening to forgotten free jazz
on the most perfectly created sunny, blue sky day
fliritng with an older lady
watching her figure in a very comforting amazement
focusing back on said free jazz as her husband returns from the bathroom to rejoin her
feeling lonely for a little bit
then the old Chicano soul kicks in
the water recaptures my attention,
and i return to enjoying my wonderful day on a bench at the battery
Categories:
recaptures, beautiful, day,
Form: Free verse
The words in the melody
the words on the page
Related but different
the Minstrel and Sage
The music recaptures
what ink only starts
As harmony sings
from an angelic heart
A phrase and a lyric
as cousins relate
Too distant for brothers
too close in their fate
One soul with two masters
each fighting to gain
Your soul ever after
—your spirit to claim
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Categories:
recaptures, song,
Form: Rhyme
The ending recaptures,
what my beginning set free
A swan in pure flight,
—wings open and free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Categories:
recaptures, flying,
Form: Ballad
my story in a thimble protecting me from the prick of the needle
the mother gave birth to an easy baby at noon in the sweltering heat of Morocco
the lively little girl became a teenager in the grey of Paris and lost her appeal
the young adult exiled in New York stayed invisible to the eyes of the world
in the prime of her life she became wild and had to climb back the ladder
mature she thrives and recaptures the creative child she was.
Categories:
recaptures, cheer up, growing up,
Form: Bio
once again the wind will blow cold
the ice will come with months of snow
that restless feeling fills your soul
where is that place you need to go?
dreams that wrap around your mind
of mountains and starry summer nights
those days of wandering partially blind
don't keep you warm at all tonight
the temptation to just break away
the piper gone now that he's been paid
as you climbed the highest grade
with the shadow that you persuaded
you once revealed it all to me
the list you needed to set you free
after days and months of disbelief
on somethings we will never agree
I didn't pass your litmus test
never the one that you loved best
like History that gets laid to rest
you begin yet another quest
once again the wind will blow cold
the ice will come with months of snow
that restless feeling recaptures your soul
where is that place you long to go?
Categories:
recaptures, introspection,
Form: Monorhyme
Thirty years ago
many choices
opportunities
for Eden
Mine failed;
sexually:
push, pull
stop, pop
thrice
no words of love
by mutual agreement –
vacuum unfilled –
a violation of natural law;
Mine field
sensually,
wet, dry
non-stop,
no words of love
avoid disagreement –
desires unfilled –
a case of unnatural law;
No choice to leave
no time to grieve
The quake shook
wave took
my world
missing words
refilled my empty heart with hope
progeny propelled
their orbits sown
their choices
challenging social law;
I look through space
unseen face
recaptures
what I lost
thirty years ago
new opportunity
now
for Eden
Categories:
recaptures, hope, introspection, love, words,
Form: Free verse
a sibilated soul swiftly flung from two lips embowed, intended to access the
essence of its recipient and grasp on so tightly that when it is recoiled , the
unsettled reviler removes a shred. Now inadequate and left immature, the undone
immortal lashes out with irrelevance of consequence. It recaptures what was once
lost, only now to find that it has gained a piece of its opposer, It is unconscious
of the effectiveness of its actions but even now whole again, the affliction
abides.
Categories:
recaptures, imagination, on writing and
Form: I do not know?