On a plane ride
going sky high,
traveling to Chicago
joined by others
with the power to fly
Through time and space
displacing
struggles with rhymes
embracing my issues
while I choose to turn
internal conflict
into public news,
Sharing how I make it through
when moments seem unbearable
I wonder how to care any more,
Wondering what the boarding pass
to life would be
when time’s often spent
boringly,
instead of seeing
this life as a journey
every breath of oxygen
rewarding,
finding infinite peace
between the bars
of songs praised for
emotionally following along,
as if my words
have already been said
understood and turned into music
before this moments laid to rest,
Lest we forget
every soul we haven’t met,
To know living life to the fullest
is not only the ultimate bet,
but the boarding pass
to gain a past
we’d never wish to regret.
poems
Shifting Perspectives
With this propensity
Proclivity to write constantly
When I put things in a rhyme
they just make more sense to me
So I’m constantly repeating
what I’m trying to make myself believe in
Tired of crying needlessly
when it’s the perspective
that needs shifting
Not just sifting through
the pieces of the puzzle but
Altogether viewing it differently
cause nothing’s really meant to be
Coincidence mistaken for fate frequently
This universe can’t be plotted
Until you see this you wont be free
Still free to disagree
with this philosophy
regardless of the cognitive ease you
experience when every sentence
feels a part of some flow
as if I meant this
wording arrangement
to show you that greatness
Is simply meaning created
of dreamt up words
strung into a smoothly consumed statement
The Best Way to Act
Enter the park
And feel the
breathing of trees
As if nature
too
has a heart
Beating and free
This is what I feel
when breeze is revealed
Time slows down
I can see what is real
and of that which repeats
In the past, present, and future
An inner Gratitude happily weeps
Jubilant dogs and families
Passed by runners
And bicycling partners
Enjoying an ever fleeting summer
All moving past
A baseball game
in its last inning
Of the same game
But different players
How is life not a game
When it can be split into frames
Of win and of loss
With rules just so carefully
Placed out of our grasp
Thrown on an initial path
With too little time to do all the math
To look up and see
we’re all just people
Clueless on the same track
Often too scared to share the fact
that we don’t really know
the best way to act.
Thoughts Raised
How many nights
have turned to days
in ways
that make each
phase a haze
Out of mind
and in a daze
on auto pilot
on this
space-borne maze
There’s no variety
in the Sun that we see
So what makes a day
A day lived free?
Who decides what best
for society?
What room is left
for you
and for me?
Life’s a Mix of Green and Blue
Often it’s the inspiration
That overcomes waning motivation,
It’s something outside that
Keeps me from wasting
Time supplied,
Yet time still waiting
For the energy to move,
To be able to choose
Still afraid to act
As if there’s something left to lose,
Let me stop for a moment,
this isn’t just about the blues,
When you can see
All the fresh green
Centered between
Concentric circles
Of swaying trees
Over-washed in
The sweetest breeze
As if life itself is peace at ease,
All our wants
And all our needs
Temporarily sustained
So long as we breathe.
Find a Passion
Find a passion and let it grow
Let it lead you on a path to find your soul.
For me, rhymed insults in high school
Became the poems I’d write for girls I barely knew.
But after a suggestion from a friend
I gave this talent a direction,
A new focus on self reflection,
Not concerned about perfection,
Not to mention
Inspired by others
With lyrical prowess
Who progress
An artistic arrangement of words
With such a finesse
Where people call em the best
Cause instead of choosing to rest
They put to their mind to the test
And use their creativity
Affecting souls productively
While building art for all to see
Living life alongside their dreams
Loveglasses
We wear sunglasses to protect our eyes from the sun.
It also makes it easier to be outside.
Don’t have to squint.
Don’t have to feel the uncomfortable brightness.
How many of us wear sunglasses on our hearts?
Making the lows not hurt as much,
But also limiting the power of the highs.
What do sunglasses of the heart look like?
I’d call them loveglasses.
Ways to make things more of the same by putting a dark shade over everything.
I always feel a little different when I wear sunglasses.
It changes the dynamic of how I feel while interacting with people.
Eye contact is broken. It doesn’t feel as connection-like.
Same with loveglasses.
I wonder how I’d act if I could take my loveglasses off.
Guess what —
Love is as bright as the sun.
You can either embrace it and squint,
Or it can be dulled.
The choice, as it’s always been, is yours.
A Fourth to Remember
Today is the day of independence
So let us remember the events that led to this
Yeah this world isn’t so perfect
As there’s so much left to do
But let’s not discredit the people
Who lost what they didn’t have to lose
Continue reading
Art * Time = Feelings
A new track
A new canvas
A new animation
A new poem
The first bar
The first line
The first frame
The first rhyme
Time
Time
Time
Time
A melody formed
A background grown
A motion stirred
A thought shown
Time
Time
Time
Time
A song to share
Is one to hear
And a painting done
Is for the see-er
A short clip exists
Ever so briefly
To simply show off
The result of one’s dreaming
And here’s my arrangements of words in a row
Sharing my thinking, just so you’ll know
Mindful Thinking
Don’t you see?
An understood mind is a fallacy
It’s a joke in the face of reality
‘Cause no ones wrote a truth that all can see
We all see the world differently
Perspectives and mindsets differing
So where we come together it’s where it’s the same
Love is the link that breaks the chain
And replaces it with change
Capable of saving ourselves
Building a better world
Instead of creating our hells
So let’s ring the bells
This a call to action
There’s a reason love sells
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