Don’t Pretend
June 28, 2009
I don’t pretend
To pretend I know
Where I’m headed
Or need to go
If I live life too fast
Or live too slow
I don’t pretend
To pretend I know
All these thoughts
That come and go
If I live for today
Or for years ago
I don’t pretend
To pretend I know
What seeds to plant
Or seeds to sow
And once they are
If they’ll grow
I don’t pretend
To pretend I know
How or when
Harsh winds will blow
What I should keep
And what to throw
I don’t pretend
To pretend I know
But this is true
Yes, this is so
It is through God
Who all things flow
it’s complicated
March 18, 2009
i know your love
should be the only thing
that matters but
how can i truly KNOW that
when i’ve heard of nothing
in this entire universe
dependent upon a solitary necessity?
even a flower needs
sundry more than the sun’s rays
like chlorophyll and shit
when the fairy dust has settled
January 21, 2009
i marked the
inauguration with
feelings of trepidation
let’s remember that
“change” is not a magic
word made of sparkles
and dust, rather one
spelled with sleepless
nights, burning words,
and blood
let’s remember that
the “Dream” is not
a finish line to be
crossed, rather a reality
we must construct
first in our minds and in
our lives
and let’s remember that
our leaders cannot be God
sweeping down from the clouds
(or the White House) to pluck
you from your own troubles.
The Bus
November 17, 2008
Don’t look my way
It’s too early in the day,
Your soul is not tucked in yet.
Romeo coughs at the back of the bus
Here comes tuberculosis.
An old Juliet shouts repeatedly to herself
“Shut up! Yes God I know. I know. Shut up!”
Dorian, the unaltered beauty, sneers
Give the lepers their bells back
So they can sing their melody again:
“Unclean, unclean, unclean…”
Jane scratches her invisibility cloak
blood under her fingernail is the same
ghastly red as the “Stop requested” sign.
The metallic box spits two people out
While Tarzan bites his nails thinking
“I hate my mother. Does it me make evil?”
Inside the bus, one happy thought lingers,
“At least I’m not suicidal…”
And outside, it’s better to hate God than your mother
Otherwise, you better have tales that would make God vomit
and reconsider his creation.
The Odyssey For My Self
October 22, 2008
How I try to perceive you
How deep down must I look
How long must I search for you
How treacherous are the waters that I must cross
*
How many calls must I make
Of joy and love
Of sadness and fear
Before you hearken to my words
*
How may I examine myself
Without an inner eye through which to look
How many errors must be made
Before one can tear down their guise
*
How many breaths of air will I take
Before I breathe in you
How many mornings shall I awake
Before I know the name of you
*
What is a heart without a voice
What is a mind without a soul
What is a body without an essence
What is a man without a goal
*
How much pain must I suffer
Of myself and this earthly plane
How much fear must I survive
Before the judgment of our name
*
How many triumphs must I take
And walk away with tears for the defeated
How many defeats must I claim as my own
And still gait away with dignity
*
You are the essence of my being
You are the thought that makes me real
You are the desires of the heart
You are the ghost within my shell
tanka
October 19, 2008
putting on my shirt
the scent of last night lingers
smoke from the fire pit
around which we all gathered
revealing our thoughts and lives.
Love Letter
July 6, 2008
I love you-Goodbye.
I’ll always remember you-inside.
Of Mind, Body, and Soul-like the rest,
Mind and Soul I’ll remember-of you the best.
I’ll always know you were the love of my life
Through the sickness, the pain, and all the strife.
Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I hope to ever do,
I could only wish that it wasn’t to you.
For you raised me lovestrong.
Now I wish I could say-God’s will is wrong,
But faith in HIS plan is right,
Whether you do or don’t-survive the night
Mother, I love you-Goodbye
