Creative Poetry

Whither

Unsaid

Bloom

Conversations forgone
False promises forfeited
Consequences of blind respect
Brings a requiem to innocent naivety
Deceitful smiles that reach
Just short of the eyes
While the honest mind
Reckons with calm revenge
Fate demands recompense
Thy geniune self-worth
Yet to be forgiven
Beholden to dark humor
Immerse in comforted peril
Predisposed immorality revived
A deep angst reticent
Content to slowly whither

In all the speech we share and direct
That dare to affect paper skin bonds
From thin air to ambivalent sound
That shows intention on invisible meters
That may have viable truths untested
Resting on shoulders of white lab coats
That muffle under water pressure
That fill up colorful balloons
That which encompasses
All final analysis of human behavior
Solely displayed by the
Compiled actions
Of our words unsaid

Humble differences set aside
On my mind a visual realized
All that is beautiful
Shrouded of natural wonderment
Cautioned by eager winds
Which carve hard faces
And the time passed watching choice
As if flowers were in bloom

Impression

We stand proud before picture peerless
friendship in a gold gallery frame. Our
spirited lives hanging in the utmost secure and prestigious museum of natural thought. Still, our authentic prize lies in the pervasive understanding and care we have shown each other over the meaningful years—this, the longest lasting impression.

Swing

Stay as kind as you ever were
As you will ever be in future memories
And as the swift seasons pass
Disguised as blessings
From time to thoughtful time
Once in a blue while we are reminded
How the fabric of friends
And the seams of close knit family
Become the steady oak tree
You swing from

A Writer's Prayer

Before the bones in my hands become too brittle.
Before my legs are too weak to support a young man.
Before my joints disintegrate and become clustered, confused.
Before pain bullies my emotions into handing over my intellect
and sanity.
Give me the strength in body and resolve in soul to see it through.
Bestow upon me the power to transcend mediocrity and
achieve greatness my own world unknown.
Provide me shelter, protection, and good fortune for this
task of mine, and of yours.

That is all I ask of you.

Errand

Thoughts of you derived.
What time is it—I miss you.
Miss how you talked like the sun and walked on the bright side.
Miss our innocent fun and miles of bike ride. Have we ever the ones to tire of each other, engage in petty arguments or not speak with young minds and hearts on our sleeves, but rather harness pure sincere admiration for one another. We take for granted our travels in this lifetime.
We take for granted how we travel.
Can’t feel the breath of faith into these exhausted lungs any longer, can’t feel the stare of self-conscious out the corner of my own eye any longer—
at last to finally go home,
at last to join my best friend,
at last my final errand.

Fire

A year of violent beta in our markets,
homes and eventful lives but the longer
I live the more apparent to me how the
spirit of the holidays are best captured
by the familiar characters around the fire.

F Chord

Years of strumming
With these callus fingertips
Have yet to learn
Their lesson

Against the metal grain
Dirty vibrations resonate
Warm ear pressed up against
Well crafted hardwood

And as the precious age
Harsh tones soften
To sound more refined
More distinguished and wise

Persistency of progress
In the name of production—
Notably striking
Abstruse F Chord

Endeavor

The virtue of patience
And meaningful Love—
The most admirably deserved
Among us all
The joyous journey
Between two hearts
And minds
Who become
One endeavor

Tears

Inland devastation of innovation
Order and poised excellence
View ship wrecked shores
Once proud structures tumbled
Floating despair of the detached
Agony amongst the
Slowly walking

This ambitious tide
Cleansed hope
Cleansed confidence
Shifted the Earth
And human
Beliefs

But I alone spot an amaryllis flower
At the epicenter
Standing tall amidst
The grey rubble and darkness
Unwashed away
By the tsunami
Of tears

Flood Gates

Filling up fast
In front of our sad, eager eyes
Every solitary salty tear shed
Absorbed into hedonistic Heaven above
Rightfully returns
To the emotional Earth
As rain drops
Which form the aftermath
Of open flood gates

Recluse

How close are we
The end of time
Not of rainbows beyond
The horizon through
The looking glass
Save for barriers
And prisons
That hide from inelastic
Demand bones
In recluse

Gun

Riot on paper
Riot on blank screens where they exist
Stay alive long enough
To dull the saw
That keeps cutting down
Forward progress
For the children
On our watch—
It is our responsibility
That which keeps
Beating
Singing
Fighting
Reveals our deepest
Reason
You can't kill
That with a gun

Light

Vivacity creeps back and forth
Like a pendulum
On a grandfather clock
Still remains our perpetual choice
Gracefully, art of life assimilates
Into the fair air we breathe
Changing our dull perceptions
Each view a moving mural
Find perspective in landscapes
Find peace in your own brand of park
Find yourself prevail
In a different light

Weatherman

To your surprise
And of mine
It could fall
The salt instilled
Into every droplet
Of rain
Which began
In the cumulus clouds
To jump away from the sun
High up
In the corner
Mind of a local weatherman

Character

About time
Ever so
Healing bruised flesh
And all responses
Scars remain to tame
Humilty

With humor unifying the foreign
From the soft whisper
Of forgiveness
To the lion roar
Of desire
Noble actions compiled wisely
Speak the name of our given
Immortal character

Prologue

Rescue me
From somber subjects
Sour outlook
Ever improving
No one speaks
Like you under water
Swimming now in close circles
To avoid the cold shivers
In awe of the raw
Energy it requires
To float back
To where we once were
On the stained wood
Dock of certainty
Promise and prologue

Hug

People evolve. A necessary and certain change. This constant
tide makes you worried of new relationships and weary about
the ones which you are currently involved. Who will be standing
near you in the future? More importantly—exactly where will
they stand.

For this very reason, savor every minute with the people you
hold dear now! Should those times end, abruptly or slowly, and
for absolutely any reason, know that they did matter. Know they
left a mark on your soul and a sizable difference in your life.
Continue. Continue.

Mystery is neither an ally nor enemy, rather, what you make of
it. The winter makes you more cautious. Yet, the onslaught of
inevitable holidays brings out partial vulnerability in a person.
Solitude should not always be so selfish. Hug yourself first, then
hug others, and often hug.

Ashore

With Love frequent as the relentless tide
Laughter gentle as the cool wind
Hand in hand
Against the meaningful grains of sand
The important shells
We often search for
Tend to be the familiar faces
Of family and friends ashore

Path

Through the ominous
Arm in arm as if with three
Spirits high and free
From the chagrin of daily tribunals
A pair braving the present pour
Which reflects off shields
Of faith and comfort
And onward to the yellow
Halo glow of street lamps
Then beyond
Tonight we walk
On this miracle night path

World

The arrival of prevalent blessings
Shrouded in blankets of affection
Reflected off the glistening faces of
Our anticipated family and loved ones
You bring a tenderness to a harsh world
And subdue the resounding
Cries of adversity
A sight to discern—
Radiant skin, adorable face and body
Make me smile while tears
Brim at my eyes
Where I will never
Forget this magical moment
Ever on my reign
Until I see you again
In our next world

Surround

A night light need not shine
For the Love of my beloved parents is shown
A blanket need not cover bare skin
For my home is full of warmth
And I will never be lonely
For support and wisdom ever
Surround

Favor

You were carried on my sure shoulder
Rocking infinite nights
Like a boulder weeping
Begged my legs to keep us safe
To brace up high
Arms locked and loaded
Wearing fatigues

Strength found
Deep down in the core
Bound by blood
Official chore
And moral code
Old nursery rhymes
Fairy tales recited

And often repeated
Memories of perseverance
And touching kinship
To be one’s savior
To have a wise man
One elated day
Return the favor