I’ve spent my life burning bridges
Standing idly in fear while new ones are made
I’ve spent my time watching people burn
Wishing that my match wasn’t ignited in flame
I’ve developed a hate that festers and grows
While people around me are learning to love
I’ve evolved into horns and lost all my faith
That I hold the rains and have never let go
So now when I walk while I stumble and trip
And faces of old are disguised in new looks
I look for my box and I find that its empty…
X was happy
O was O
X lived with XX and O lived with his soul
X married young and O wondered what a relationship was
O wondered what a relationship is
O wondered what a relationship will be
O went wandering and fell on a boat
And fell on a plane
And fell overseas
With no lifesaver
He started to sink
The gray skies followed him wherever he went
Thud on his shoulder
Splat on his back
Pitter patter on his hair
His soul soaked
Class
O was distracted
O was confused
O looked right for aid
O looked left for aid
O looked forward at screen, next slide
O looked left again for aid
X was distracted
X was bored
X looked right for life
X looked further right for life
X left class when time was up
O and his soul levitated on a dolly
O asked for help and X obliged…
O fell on a plane
And fell back overseas
Together with his soul
He sat in the chair at his desk in his room at 3 in the morning
O looked left and O looked right…And X was nowhere to be found
Sometimes I have dreams
of riding alongside a blue whale
and breathing under water
holding it for support
I am close enough
that I can see him
close enough that I can see his eye
his little eye that is just as big as me
I fell in the water one day
after being lost away at sea
for the past couple years
and there the blue whale was
accompanying me
like a friend I should have known forever
but had only just met
The blue whale moaned
I took that to mean
Lets explore the sea and not worry about tomorrow
Sounds good to me I said in my low weak voice
And after he breathed and the force of water made me stumble
I held my breath and descended into the journey
It
Alongside
Me
My eyes used to be blue
and now they’re green.
I used to think that my eyes could see seas boundless
where my irises bloomed in an endless summer day
giving definition to colors that I hadn’t seen and never knew.
And
there was even a time where they changed tints shades and hues
collapsing and caressing new dreams and stage cues.
That blue of fresh water that is now liquid nothingness.
They used to be gray
but they aren’t anymore.
They used to cling on to a dream and stay hopeful
for the magic that would
one day kidnap them
and drop them off somewhere else.
La vida is now Vida
Blue.
A lefty with a one point eight four earned run average
which
gets you so much more.
La vida is now an oasis
of vibrant trees emerald that no longer breathe
surface area with no meaning
life moving
but not living
with branches that lead to healthy despair
with veins that lead to nowhere.
My eyes used to be blue
and now they are green.
I’m not so sure what to think anymore.
Mercury
I can't stand the heat
I'm sweating like a stole something, second guessing like I know something, and the sun rays from the August summer day got my soul cussing
Spike Lee has taught me that a high noon of an oven hot can change a sane man to a patient man doing never do's and the will nots
Sweat beads like jewelry swing sad trails to a salty tongue and there she is... standing there...while my heart speeds like Flo-Jo
Love...
Maybe so
But my Romantic eyes tend to be blind
She whispers, she exhales softly, slowly, my oxygen supply
It's complex the ways apartments wind...of course she lives on the final floor
Her lips speak unintelligible lines, my mind fine, my knees weak
I CAN'T HELP IT!
Allow me to think while I throw my education out the back door
She's right there, I'm right here, her vibes attract me I can't ignore
She's shoeless
I’m drawn to her slender feet
A dress on
I'm drawn to where her thighs meet
Waists never wasteful, so much waist that I'm waist deep
I CAN'T HELP IT!
Her face is indescribable
Caramel, mocha, chocolate, coffee
...yea, I know.
And the reddish brown tint of the curly hair flies, but like my thoughts raced it now rests
Blink. Close. Blink. Closer. Blink. Kitchen. Blink. Tray. Blink. She. Blink. Me. Blink. Bedroom. Blink. Close. Blink. Kiss. Blink. Blink. Clothes.
Now...to do the right thing
With my tray of ice and my Rosie Perez.