Run
Walk
Crawl
Fly
Sometimes roll
Sometimes no movement at all
This non linear life we live
Human experiences
Life is Nonlinear
poems
Love & Life Happen
You can stress
Or you can bless
Either way life happens
Don’t miss your blessings
Because you are too busy stressing
Life goes on
We bloom our Grooms
The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms
Vows for a Lifetime
Something old
something new
something borrowed
something blue
orange, red, green, yellow, purple, black, white, old, new
regardless
life goes on
The Out in Plain Sight Not Invisible
It was never about grapes
when Chavez protested for migrant workers
It was never about things
when indigenous protested for sacred land
it was never about overtaking
when Malcolm X, MLK, and Rosa Parks protested
It was never about oppressing
when the poor demand proper health care and housing
It was never about changing someone
when LGBTQ ask to be seen and respected
It was never about stealing
when a worker simply wants a job to eat and feed his family
Oppression can be a regression
when we can’t see
that maybe, just maybe
someone simply wants to be seen
Bad Days are Good Days
Bad Days or Good Days
If you learn the lesson
Embrace the blessings
Make the most out of any situation
Bad Days
Become good days
Sometimes the best days
Crumbs are Not Love
We all deserve abundant love
Not the kind that binds you
The type that blinds you
Leaving emptiness and crumbs
We deserve the kind of love
That takes your breath away and breathes
The kind that gives you butterflies
The love that makes you feel seen
Love that understands and feels with you
Intoxicated not confused
Appreciated not abused
They say love hurts
but I don’t believe that is true
Crumbs Hurt
Abundant Love Heals and Grows
Reciprocal Vibes
Give a seed water, a plant blooms
Give a child love, a heart soothes
Give a kind touch, a person heals
Give understanding, someone feels seen
No words necessary
Emotional erosion
Of unhealed wounds & pain
Turned into abundant love
Not a word was said
Mourning Words
Mourning Words
Sadness, depression, obsessions
Sedation, regression, never liberation
Words Can Oppress
The Spirit Impress
Into an empty address
Some people mourn daily
Not realizing, In the blink of an eye
In the breath of inspiration
With purposeful exhalation
Permeation through flesh
In the depths of a word
Submerged Mourning Words
If altered and suffocated
Transformed into Morning Words
Daily Dose
Who you follow may be lost
Lights are blinding
Lights are guiding
Paths are winding
Paths unwinding
Closing doors one after another
Opening doors one right after the other
The blind can see
The ones that can see are blind
The blind can’t see
Moral of the story
Be mindful of who you follow
They may be lost too
We all have been there
Until we find our way through
The Grind 