In the last ten years I had a marriage end in divorce.
Keeping my family together at any cost wasn’t something I could force.
In the last ten years I found a new love more than a few times at that.
I learned once again relationships can quickly go flat.
In the last ten years I lost my mother way too early.
I Live
For the night I fall asleep and awake with you on my mind
For the remnants of our first kiss on my lips
For the seconds minutes and hours
I hold you in my arms
I Live
For the moment, we intently look into each others’ eyes
Knowing it is the end of you and I
Oh USA
What happened to you?
There was a time when you were an equivalent for freedom
Freedom to express whatever one believed
Showing respect for whatever one achieved.
By boat, by plane, or car taking route 66,
the land prospered due to a people’s mix.
It did not matter where one was born.
Now immigrants are greeted with shocking scorn,
tolerated to execute the dirty work in all visibility
but just not good enough to earn their legality.
And fleur Digitalis,
with petal sweet and rare,
did line the walk
with stately stalk
our pathway to prepare.
For in that flowered spring,
I first did know my heart,
then did my soul
on seeing you
I would breathe
if I could but
that would mean
letting you go.
So I hold a
gala for you
in the echoes
of my mouth.
As you dance
across my palate
I begin to savor
the sweetness of you,
Forgive me when lightning plays on the keys of your sorrow
and there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet.
Still, know that I am here when your inner light
of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat
and I will listen through your tears.
On those days when life feels like a flying bird,
do not feel sorry for reaching out
to enlightenment as your lover, please know,
that I understand your need.
There are miles of bedlam that I would love to turn into flowers
on those nights when your sea tumbles restlessly
and those dragons of madness make you burn
Plump and fluorescent skin
And eyes with bottomless wells of life
Scan this world without regret
Supple hearts that swell
With charcoal-filtered love
Strike strong against virgin chests
Ernest ears that hear only
Poetry and peace, perk to
The direction of their mother’s whisper
Sour we are, we no longer water the roots to our fruitful aspirations.
How are we all stuck in this condiment of indignation.
I’m scared for my generation.
When walking down my own street I catch a bullet for my pigmentation.
And we scream black lives matter creating a tumultuous pattern
Like we’re not the ones doing the eliminating.
Women sleeping with men to fill spaces that have long been vacant.
Men sleeping with women whom they find better naked.
The redundancy order
Of a tireless occupation
We desire a quick fix
More than the desire to make it.
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