With the morning dew
I rise
thankful for each breath, each sight, each scent
The fact that I can move my limbs
enunciate thankful musical hymns
Simple things my younger self depreciated
Simple things my older self appreciates
Morning Things
Wellness
The Power of a Touch
Caress that heals
Touch that peels
Years of sanity
Dumped to the abyss
Empty valleys
Decaying myths
One touch can soothe
One-touch pruning off our core
wasted adorn
For one touch can build
One touch can demolish
Caress that remodels
Embrace that rebottles
One must be mindful
The power of connection
Mirage or Fulfilled embrace
Until When
When the weather is dry
We want rain
When the rain comes
We want dry land
When the snow forms
We want sunlight
When the sun heats up
We want cooler weather
When our hair curls
We want straight strands
When is a guaranteed change
Nothing is ever the same
The pause to be thankful and be
Becomes the only constant
Until When
Hydrologic Cycle
Did you know?
water evaporates
When heated at high temperatures
Only to rise, high into the sky
as the fluffiest of clouds
white cottony velvet, the more it evaporates
The more it forms
The more it morphs
into a darkened matter
full of thunder, lightning, and rain
exploding into the earth
full of overflowing storms
The rivers flow
cathartic show
the lakes, the oceans, the sea form
Then one day, the sun glows
The Earth heats
Evaporates
The cycle repeats, again, and again, and again, and again
Forever The Illusionist
The illusionist Forever
hiding behind the mask of memories
deep in the crevices of brain matter
flowing through each neuron, flowing water
Breathing through each dermal pore
delusional parasite in the womb of its host
Nothing lasts forever
not your worries, not your fears
not your joys, or your good fortunes
not your tragedies, or your sorrows
not your best moments, not even your life
Forever the Mascaraed
Forever The Illusionist
The New Beginning
The struggles are real
The battles of fear
In the darkest of moments
Blurry components
Blinders in chaos
Spares no opponents
Yet karma doesn’t always deliver
Because sometimes
in those moments
Moving in grace
through that critical space
is the new beginning
awaited deliverance
Life the guaranteed setback
Three steps forward
two steps back
a child is birthed
only to mourn
the unfairness of life
grief’s warranty
Four steps forward
three steps back
loss is a given
trial and error
trial and loss
loss after loss
three steps forward
two steps back
wounded and jaded
weakness has faded
only to be seen at times
in the sea saw called life
the timing is never quite right
never quite ready
yet somehow, eventually
we strive to arrive
stepping forward and back
Faith’s Embrace
Sometimes Faith
Is all that holds me
When despair knocks at my door
Anxiety burdens my core
Overwhelm beckons my soul
Inability drowns my existence
Sometimes
In those moments
Life the enforcer
Pushing us to pause
The unknown is the abyss
But the unseen becomes wings
Parallel opponents
Synchronized components
Cyclical Muse
That carries me over
One more day
I Believe
Men-Oh-Pause
Men-Oh-Pause
Hell a Clause
Saddle affection
Deceiving perception
The body transforms
The mind unfolds
Fogginess sworms
Mental roller coaster
Un purchased ticket
Luv Duv Skipping
Inner Core on Fire
Lacking Desire
Thinning Hair
Lower Abdomen Swell
Did I loose my keys?
Inner Child Screams
On and on it seems
Men-Oh-Pause
Because maybe tomorrow
The Clock Rewinds
The wrinkles fade
I’ll dye my hair
And maybe than
I’ll be the perfect Scene
Maybe
I Did Not Know Until I Grew UP
I didn’t know
that my core was silky brown melanin
my hair dark, opulent essence
royal skin filled open pores relevance
that became the hindering truths
until I grew up?
I didn’t know
that my core was bleached on fumes
my hair long golden blooms
and my skin porcelain views
that became the hindering truths
until I grew up?
I didn’t know
my regal descendants’ presence
corn rows, weaves, fros of excellence
boisterous curves filled with leads
that became the hindering truths
until I grew up?
I didn’t know
that my language was unspoken
in lands foreign to my birth token
in varied shades of browns, whites, yellows, and blacks
until I grew up?
my knowledge basic arithmetic words
translating with each passing year into forms
even though I still bled in red, smiled in no language
took a breath in the same air
drank water from the same womb called earth
I didn’t know, I was different
until one day I grew up?
The Grind 