Poem 28

I remember you; sitting with me at the top of the hill, which lead down to the meadow, we arm in arm, talking about life. You said of me “that I was Strong, Beautiful and Courageous” you said “That I would be ok”. You, 33 years old and I 9 years old, oh how so long ago that was. I now 42 and you since passed (longer than I ever knew you), with me not knowing that this would be the one last conversation with you I would recall.

Strong and Courageous, stoic indeed, and yet none of these traits are becoming to me. I wish you were here to help guide me along, to let me know how to be courageous and strong. For, courage was yours and mine to learn. My beauty was taken along with you, mom.

So there, at the top of this hill, I will remember you most, living by sheer will. Taken, all that was life and creating a whole, never dividing your heart, which it would be told, I’m told of your love, your grace, and so to this day, this is what I hold.

Freely

In my weakness – you made me strong – you lifted me – you carried me long – you held my head high – when all hope was gone – you stayed steadfast – as my days were long – never failing to guild – my way through the storm – you draw my lamp in close – so others may see – the light that you give – and share so freely 

Broken Guide

Sadness surrounds my heart and soul
Within my heart beats only one goal
To help you make your life once whole

My soul it breaths your sighs of pain
So you can gasp what life may bring

I am haunted by the futures toll
Uncertainty brakes my casted mold

With nowhere else to run and hide
I scream aloud a broken guide

Upward gaze

Swirl sounding engulfing silence

People engaging expectations lofting

Surrounding silence piercing souls

Expectations dividing leaving cold

Engaging the mind uncommon toll

Lofting upward expectations hold

Declining swiftly source in hand

Foundation lacking

No place to land

Ugly inside

The wrongs we do to one another

Not knowing how to shelter our brother

Letting out the ugly inside

Holding on to fear with pride

Showing shame in deeds we play

Then say have faith to the weaker creed

We divide and conquer with show of hand

In this we control all the lands

Who are we

Is the question I will ask

We toil each day with pride and greed

And with force we create Democracy

Slam

I came here once to bare my soul

Reading poetry was my goal

I was so nervous and distressed

I guess I forgot

To picture you’ll undressed

Well I pulled together

My ego and pride

And thought to myself

What the hell

I’ll give it one more try

So

I’m sorry I have to do this to you now

But I think you’ll get through it somehow

And if any of you feel the

Way that I do

Nervous and distressed

Go ahead I’m already undressed

Longest Journey

I wander in the depth of my soul – searching for the human toll – I seek – I search – far from within – to find - from where I must begin – Seeking deeper – inward on – the longest journey – from where I belong – never knowing – what I’ve lost – until - I began to count the cost – I seek and search – in hopes to find – a spirit in which – long did I bind – long ago – so not to feel – when I close my eyes  at night – my life played – on movie reel –visions unfold – only seen by me – on hidden screen – and this is where my spirit – still does dwell

People Disguise

So – I wonder what you see – when – I look at you – looking at me – Do you look through open eyes – seeing all that eyes – don’t hide – or do you see my people disguise – the one that says – I do not want to run and hide – I wonder – what it is – that’s me – and am I – what you want to see – If you look beyond the gaze – will you peer deeper – into my maze – So – it is – with games we play – the ones we think – will make others – stay – we play each other – out of fear – never knowing – which is real – the people disguise that is hiding me – you do the same – I know that’s – true – if it were not – the games – would be through – I long for the day – I can stand – naked and bare – long for the day – when people won’t care - to see only what – they want to see – the people disguise – that’s hiding me