it’s a lonely feeling to not miss anyone.
not to crave someone’s words and touch.
the feeling of security and safeness.
such a lonely feeling.
What is home? Is it a place or a feeling?
Maybe it’s a room with a ceiling,
Or a place where you learn and grow
Is it comfort that you felt from years ago?
It could be the safeness one can provide you
Everyone has their own point of view
Home is a safe haven
That makes you feel like you’re in heaven
It’s where we can be ourselves
It’s where all our memories dwell
It makes you feel cozy and warm even in winter
You know you can count on her
We are connected forever, you and I
Like Americans with the Fourth of July
No one can state facts against this
Because home is where the heart is
Theres is a freedom in writing poetry
A freedom to share of matters of the heart
To be honest and open without judgement
For me anonymity plays its part
I find it easier and therapeutic at times
To write my feelings on a screen
Post and share it with strangers
Without being known or seen
Face to face and in the flesh
Is not always what l want or need
By penning thoughts into poetry
Without judgement, safeness is guaranteed
nature thrives on bestrewn oddness.
earth is tame in its fresh safeness.
the same for the rest of the world.
yellow, black, and white are all furled.
The geese there on guavas feed.
Cows may swallow the grass and weed
ripe cornflowers peep from the rows
Whelps and brats on each other's paws
From the loud roar of the flood tide
A swell choir of birds bourns each sighed.
High-pitched sparrows nod while they sing.
As crows with coal-eyes play pied string
calm and cool waters of the bay
clear and blue in the light of day.
but when darkness begins to fall.
it is the root sea's soothing call.
Written: March 30, 2022
And so it is a new year
An ending and beginning
Is it much different from the last?
Months of discovery, travel, experience
Living in different moments, pandemic, freedom, worry, joy
And to flip from this past to the now
I await this with interest, intrigued as to what comes
It is a little like turning a corner
Not being sure what is there, but so far it feels okay
Some things remain a constant, health, new love, excitement, discovery
Here in a quiet place, a little away from the maddening crowd
Watching the virgin year unfold, blossom, yet unhealed
I confess a safeness, perhaps selfishness
Able to reach out and touch the world when I choose
Food selected, maybe a few safe people to meet
Then withdrawn reach, back to my shared shell, a cocoon
And so as the world races past to furrow a season
I can only hope a good ending to this new year
Jan 2022
Divorce
bouts as stormy
as a hurricane,
throwing, blowing,
shifting wind
endlessly around,
then calming,
quietly, peacefully
down.
enabling myself to
blend into the
peaceful surroundings,
contemplating, the
safeness of approaching
this foe or staying
away.
the final blow,
will begin with a middle
man, and on walking out
the door, we will be no more.
the blow will last
a lifetime, you and your
companion, me, and mine.
the last battle, we exit out
the door, the shadow of
our love will exist no more.
"A goodly, gainful thing"
Caribou told me
"To leave, once in a while
Home's high-ground safeness;
To roam, for what as sun-grassed
Lies in wait sweetly
Fills which need, Surprise's;
Feeds on vast Newness."
"And the most jubilant!"
Dragonfly added.
"To up and go, but now
Out which comfort zone
With that relief's burst, once deemed
Unthinkable sped!
Isle-eying, isle-engaged!
Floaty; no more lone!"
A Jacket
A safeness
To surround me
To rid uncomfortableness
As I do believe
I wear it always
No matter the weather
To protect me on my ways
My one tether
To the outside
To the unknown
Rather be inside
Back to the known
But I cannot
And comfortable I am not
Written on January 13, 2020
Imagined pins and needles
Hobbling my swarth
Homes sweet hearth cradling your whim
The sound and safeness of home farmed hands
The vastness invites in colour hued
But shadow and soul will not conform
Stepping over limbless torsos of people falling to pieces
Devil shunned faces turn inwards
As outside stays outside
I appraise the literature, as I fixate upon the scripture...
as I begin to see the Big Picture, unraveling it self to me as visions of slavery.
For all of the MINOR races, who's ancestors fought for their safeness, their children, their names, and were freed from the slave ships, how, how then can we be so faithless, live so tasteless, unjust!
For we would not have won the fight, if it had not been for a power, A Power greater than site.
Selah.
We are Unity, all those who can see the supreme light. We shall be bestowed with the inheritance of the earth.
Meek the Mill's of Glory will turn the curse around.
Admire and Praise your neighbor or brother
because loving your self is a skill to love another.
MAN "HE" shall not guide you,
the right direction lies with the source of the power, that relieves oppression. So a power may be bestowed but yet with a user discretion.
But a power none-the- less. The power is your strength
the powers you hold to conquer what others can't.
sometimes i feel suspended in a certain type of chaos
i end up lying to myself thinking i'm the only one
i make a trek to the freezer and pull out the snickers ice cream
i wash it down with ten cheap bottles of water trying to break up the gas in my chest and back
confusion is like an abandoned twinkie missing the creamy feeling safeness
a constipated cloud picks me up and blocks all passageways
i come down as rain but come back up as an unsatisfied homosapien
my brain is in a new york alleyway but my heart is lost somewhere on a beach in the carolinas
my bubblebath is a kiss from her and whatever comes after
i come back from said suspension knowing better and doing more to help myself
we the people make hard what could be so damn easy
time is an impatient waiter with no menu for man or woman
Soft lazy clouds push down on sky
Clinging to the heavens with solitary resolve
Heavy wet blankets the oblivious wind
Spreading an icy breath of discontent
One Deceptive Snowflake leads the exodus
Leaving the safeness of sky
Praising in dance new freedom
Giving tow to weary stitches of white
One and more descend into morn'
Following in blissful ignorance
A sea of look-a-likes
Crashing into a wall of color
Masquerading as equals
In denial of their uniqueness
Land in rest
On heels of the charge
Helpless in a frozen wall
Wishing only for thaw
When warmth melts betrayal
Into wells of forgiveness
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
One second, two seconds
And it
won't
stop
Every minute counts, ever seconds that is passing by I see the time being wasted over nothing, why
Why
Can't I stop the time
Just to rest and to take in my surroundings
To gain confidence and set up a sense of safeness in my mind
As if the future is gonna settle itself down
As if there is something such as a saved future
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
I'm still talking, time's still passing, I'm still crying, time's still laughing
Shoving in my face those seconds I'll never get back
What I could be doing right now instead of writing this down
Building my future up, letting my walls down
And it's ticking and it's tocking sweat is trickling down
I could knock down pull down tear down every single clock in this town to the ground
But time won't stop
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
His kiss was genuine
His hand gesture was pure
It touched with grace
Heated the room with soft greatness
His guise loved with harmony
He spoke ideal sweetness
He breathe impeccably
Held me close
Impressed true likeness
Tattooed tender kindness
Penetrates true love
Kiss true happiness
Whispers true I love you
And this time he means it
Cause I could feel every bit of wonder
He gives me the love the love of possible in impossible
Hes the true definition of passionate lover
And make you feel like Juliet on the balcony scene
Only for him to whisper Shakespeare in my ears,
"The brightness of your check would shame these stars as daylight doth a lamp"
Which is true can't you see
His tongue slurs with sweet joy
Holds with pure safeness
Seals the kindness of true
Had I never saw your smile,
Had I never tasted your lips,
Had I never felt the warmth of your body,
Had I never felt safeness in your arms,
Had I never fell in love with you and gave you who I was.
Had I never needed you the way I do,
Had I never held your hand,
Had I never trusted you, Had I never collapsed in you.
Had I never done these things.
I would have never known what love was in the flesh.
Because I have done these things,
I have been given the chance to know happiness.
I could never put into words,, the way I love you.
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