I close my eyes,
I touch my chest that stands between my hand and my heart.
I link my mind, my hand, my heart, my soul.
I dig my feet on the wet sand,
the ground holds me.
I breathe,
I step,
I see,
I contemplate,
I give thanks.
I'm no different than many, I think.
I want to love with the freedom of birds.
I want to smile with the colors of the flowers.
Years of black thick oil on my bones.
No wonder the heaviness.
Countless dreamless nights:
I had forgotten how to dream.
I was faceless,
I was blurry,
I was ice -- the one that would never melt, only freeze.
Now.
I look at the wide ocean,
I wonder if there is someone looking at the other end.
The breeze gently brushes and tickles my neck,
Such beauty to be seen and felt.
The truth is I am a gentle fish.
Currents pull me in, and sometimes drift me away.
I too swim.
I swim to clear waters,
warm waters,
where I can feel strong,
at ease,
in peace.
I'm a gentle fish with a lion's heart.
A creation of water and fire.
My lion is my truth.
My lion is my strength,
My blood and heat,
my drive.
Yet do not be fooled-- I cry.
I cry and melt and bruise and woe.
I walk the sand,
Dream the ocean,
Breathe the salt,
Smile the sun.
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Silence
Silence.
Silence the words of those who rattle.
Silence who speaks the unnecessary,
Silence the buzz.
Silence the cold hearts who freeze those around,
fearing warmth,
fearing truth.
Silence the eyes that look for shadows,
that see what is not there,
but incessantly seek the dark.
Silence the touch of pretense,
the hand that does not really touch,
just burns.
Just lay in silence.
You'll find the world of colors,
share the universe of peace.
Silence the words of those who rattle.
Silence who speaks the unnecessary,
Silence the buzz.
Silence the cold hearts who freeze those around,
fearing warmth,
fearing truth.
Silence the eyes that look for shadows,
that see what is not there,
but incessantly seek the dark.
Silence the touch of pretense,
the hand that does not really touch,
just burns.
Just lay in silence.
You'll find the world of colors,
share the universe of peace.
Saturday, July 8, 2017
WARRIOR HEARTS
The heart of a boy,
A boy that smiles with birds,
Dreams of oceans,
Laughs with crayons.
The heart of a girl,
A girl that stares at flowers,
Dreams of flying,
Laughs while dancing.
Two hearts in a billion.
Two souls in a zillion.
Cheated, once.
Crushed, once.
Meet.
A hand,
A thumb,
A stare,
A choice.
Two.
But how many?
Passed?
Will come?
Two.
Followed the birds,
Faced the oceans,
Stared at flowers,
Prayed to stars,
Stood beneath the moon,
Got lost in the green,
Dug their feet in mud,
Drowned in their tears,
Breathed until it hurt...
Two.
Dreamed...
Dreamed...
Never stopped breathing,
Believing:
One day it will be different.
One day it will be different.
Faith.
Two hearts.
In battle.
Unstoppable.
Defenders.
Guardians.
Warriors.
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