I've written poetry since I was a kid. Many times, it is easier for me to express myself through my writing than through verbal communication. . I believe that we are one and others are experiencing much of the same things that I am. Some of the things I write about, I haven't experienced myself, but, I've felt it through my loved ones intimately. I write as an expression of the human experience. I write because I believe we all have our own answers within
I’m afraid 2 love you too much
I feel like I’ve lost touch
All I can think about is you
I’ve never known a love so true
I’m lost in heaven’s kiss
My joy has become love’s bliss
You make my hair stand on its ends
Intoxicate me with your heart’s elixir again
My love transcends words I might say
Watch me show my love today
Your smile sings my heart’s melody
I’m afraid to give you this ring
I’m afraid that you might want to leave
I’m afraid you’ll just abandon me.
That is why, I push you away
Love does not know fear
Love gives, knowing More is always near
Ignore me, my soul needs you to stay
Trust and Commitment lead the way
It’s time for Fear to run away
Grace opened the door for Love’s new day
If I wasn’t afraid 2 Love you too much
How you gonna shoot us up?
What’s your revolution?
Militia man fighting a war with your ego,
You ain’t following my constitution.
Carry your gun in your house, not in mine.
I know our life is divine.
I ain’t got no beef with you.
Your war is with your mind.
Put your Genie in a bottle and
Cork that shit!
May you find peace, in time.
Song, Sing my soul Soul, Sing my song I have waited far too long I have subverted my very being Seeking, but never seeing Remembering past criticisms And Believing the Hype They were wrong God was right My belly is bursting My skin is ripe Ready to create New life That is authentically mine
Have you had your pain today? Does an apple take the taste away? Are we here to push the boundaries or float upon the surface? Shall we dare to drown in our fear only to come up for air violently gulping a piercing knot of pain into our gut? The pain is never enough. My desires are fed by the searing pain of not-enoughness. I shall forgive my parents for not giving me everything that I want. No, I thank my parents because that pain caused me to achieve my goals of college and entrance into the world of work. I embrace pain. I clench my fists and grind my teeth in anticipation of the pain that will allow me to swallow my pride and guide my eyes to all that is right. Wrong cuts like a knife and then there is pain. My sweet, beautiful, bloody pain that seeps into my heart out through my pulmonary valve to feed my soul. Ahh… there I grow again.
I must Remember that
I am Overflowing with
I will Give
What do you do when you lose?
Do you wallow in your losingness?
Do you paint a pathetic smile onto your face
Even when it is not OK?
Maybe you just brush yourself off,
And keep on going.
The fact that you don’t give up,
No matter what,
Makes you a winner.
Mounting the colossal heap of madness that existed in the paradox of my mind
I implanted the flag of victory, waving gently over the landmines of my soul.
Madness had suffered another blow.
Reality glowed with the newness of the sunrise.
Hope glistened in the shadows of my doubts.
If only for a moment.
I was standing there,bored, playing with my cell phone, at the DMV in Los Angeles. I was preparing to wait for at least an hour, since I neglected to make an appointment. I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and met the eyes of a young man. “Did you work for Los Angeles Unified School District?”, he asked. I nodded, “Yes”. It turned out that I was his 5th grade teacher.
I had only stayed for half of that school year, yet this man remembered me?! He told me that I was his favorite teacher in all of his years of school. Amazing. As an educator, one never knows the lives that they affect. Everyday, you just do your best to impart a bit of knowledge. Most of the times, the children teach me more than I could ever teach them. It’s an exchange, a give and a take. Each class affects you differently. Nonetheless, day after day, year after year, you teach and serve the children.
I am honored to be a part of such a noble profession. I’m grateful to be able to have those exchanges of knowledge with the children. Hopefully, we’ll all be better because of our interactions. My wait at the DMV, suddenly felt timeless. All I could do when the young man left my side, was smile. It’s a wonderful life.
I am about to have my 30 year High School Reunion! It’s official! I am middle aged. Crazy?! I also understand how incredibly blessed I am. 30 years ago, both of my parents were alive and I wondered what my life would turn out to be. Now, I know and I feel like I’ve just begun. I have learned to embrace change and more importantly, to always be true to and embrace myself.
I now know that, I am good, I am great, I am grace and I am love. It will never be to late for me to be all that I came to be.
Here’s to many more healthy, happy and fulfilling years for me and the wonderful classmates of Edison High School Class of 1983!