Rivers Run Through
We never touch the same waters
Children grow
Never the same matters
Because everything passes
Everything changes
Sometimes a thought will hang on
more than realities ever will
The Realities of Life
Wellness
Emotions in Words
Nostalgic quotes
seeping through pores
flowing words
river that flows
trespassing emotions
unwavering devotions
consuming erosion
persuading contortion
twisted commotion
intoxicated extraction
submissive action
turned into passion
emotions in words
Love is Peace
In the curves of a feather
In the breath of a wind
In the Allie’s on a street
Grounded country feet
Beyond turbulent sorrows
Into most peaceful waters
Is where you’ll find my mind
At ease
Because love is peace
Creating your own peace in turbulent times 🕊️🫶🏽
Silence or Words
Out of words
Plenty of Words
Too much said
Not enough said
Plenty of room
For misunderstanding
Not enough space
for silence or words
All that was said was words
All that remained silence
Still, not one person understood
not the words, not the silence
because sometimes we don’t care to see
sometimes, we rather not see
Seasons Change
Spring into Summer
Summer to Fall
Fall into Winter
Winter into Spring
Different Seasons?
Same Seasons?
They happen every year
Cycling ever clear
Seasons are like rivers
The Water looks the same
We never touch the same water more than once
Healing Things
Heal your mother wound
Be bold, blossom and bloom
Get over your own scorn
Transcend and mourn
Revive and be more
Heal your father scars
So they don’t become prison bars
It’s easy to blame
But much more fulfilling to aim
For a better version
Of what you should actually believe
The life you are entitled to live
Dia de Los Muertos
The first breath of a newborn
is relief in the ears of a father
to a mother, a new life form
counting all fingers and toes
each hair, follicle, skin fold
immersed in the scent
of a new baby born
the last breath yet to mourn
knowing life is a cycle
to appreciate life
death must be life’s norm
one breath exhaled death
in a breath, inhaled life
because death is part of life
Penetrating Forms
life comes, and life goes
life simply flows
our minds get stuck
our memories retract
intentional attention
mindless motivation
filtering through pores
penetrating forms
reminisce and grow
let memories crescendo
from vital innuendos
and the rest, simply observe
Random Allegations
Into the night, I cried
the tears the lie
the fear, the pride
the scorn so norm
the smell or spell
the words took forms
unoccupied wombs
Mother Earth blooms
chaotic muse
subtle abuse
mirrored reflections
turned perceptions
confused allegations
cathartic expressions
all in a night’s work
all in a day’s work
from dusk until dawn
dawn until dusk
Not Stuck
Beginnings are Endings
Endings are Beginnings
Between those spaces
Iddle heart felt graces
Iddle none felt places
Because Beginnings are Endings
Endings are Beginnings
That is not always a bad thing
The Grind 