Drive

“Let your dreams be your motivation”

The words of a true success.

My words flow from a nation,

Souls with dreams that could not rest.

On shoulders of those with greater education

Whose work one day led to a Caresse.

There is no time for second guessing

Though some will hear and turn away,

For some my words will be a blessing.

And though it may seem strange today

Because of them there is no resting

So they might see a better way.

“Through joy and pain, sunshine and rain”

My small voice shouts the unspoken plea

For us to stop bleeding for personal gain.

To just release our things and be

Truly connected without disdain.

So little Apple won’t fall far from Tree.

Past Life Stories

A Night on the Town

The morning air blew softly as I rose on that Monday morning. It had been a long weekend but now it was time for work. Well kind of, I first had to start on the laundry and see the little ones off. Business as usual, I started dinner early knowing it’d be a late night. My black heels were neatly placed on the wooden desk and I spent hours searching for that little black dress I knew the boys would howl over. As the day dragged on, the sun finally setting and my night had just begun. I hopped in my daddy’s Lincoln and went to get the girls. We stopped by that old juke joint on our way to the jazz club. After we had danced the night away, we decided to call it quits.

On my way out the door, I caught sight of a vision of excellence. With his tall posture and shining golden sax, this strong and uncontrollable gravitational pull led me to his knees. He spoke to me. I hadn't the slightest idea what he said or even if he was speaking my language; all I knew was that he spoke to me. A terrifying blaze pounded in my chest and somehow landed in my center. I quickly fled.

Dystopia

My Utopia: A place without self doubt

Seeds wildly blowing in the dust

With human faces, dim eyes lacking of lust.

They seem to wonder how they can

Revolve the character of man.

And search and search for daylight’s call

For sunny sky and rain to fall.

Soon enough they find their clue,

So they decide just what to do

Is learn to trust one’s perfect truth

And put ambitions into full use.

Now the planted seeds can feel

The rain in which they know they’ll heal.

For theirs is power and glory and might

And gone is emptiness filled with white.

True colors that burst with sun and rain

Show signs the people will surely gain

The wondrous lives that they all seek.

Now gone away is shy and meek.

As the sun keeps shining in

It gets unclear where each one ends.

And though they all keep growing so

The energy just starts to go.

Roots begin to intermix

No competition just for kicks.

Life becomes an all out war

Young cry out for an open door.

And so goes the story of perfection

It slowly dies without detection.

Every moment’s lived in a phobia

In the land of my Utopia.

Red Nights

Stains on the cracked pavement,

Sounds of innocent lives pleading for their earned payment.

Young boys looking out on faded dreams,

Hoping for a miracle to mend the seams.

Hearts bleeding for new direction,

And crowds shouting for deserved protection.

Divided floors and divided walls,

Divided men in divided halls.

No justice, no peace,

Just red nights and reigning beasts.

Lines and Spaces

The soft white and blue

With a single vertical, red stripe,

Tells stories of large conceptions.

Black notes on white spaces

And black lines

Sing unsung melodies.

Blank pages, open minds,

And willing hearts share their truths.

Exploding innovation

With all of their creations.

A new world,

On all the lines and spaces.

Biomes

She leaps, She basks, She drums, She prowls, She rests.

She leaps.

With the blissful chaos she brings.

Her smile bright and wide because they love her.

They implacably rob her daily of her precious valor.

They take her home; they take her fruit,

But they can not take her smile.

She basks.

In the resilient sun’s eternal rays.

Peaceful storms leave her hidden truths,

An eternal mystery.

With swaying patience,

Her soulful bliss lays in wait.

She drums.

To the beat of her own loving heart.

Tenderly soothing her blooming young,

Sweet love songs blow in her breeze.

She prowls.

With the determination of a lioness.

Her roaring past has gone away,

Left is her silent treasure.

She rests.

In her placid beauty.

Silently overlooking all others.

Longing for their courage.

Tropica, Aqua, Savanna, Cleopatra, Tundra.

I Am

The Song of Me

I am a vision,

Solitary glimpse of youth.

Engineered by tension,

Moved by depths of truth.

A disposed invention,

Yet as sweet as Ruth.

I am a silent song,

My words are intense sensations. 

I know defeat is wrong,

And obstacles, my temptations.

I inhabit a mother’s heart,

I was kept there from the start.

Joy is my sweet aroma,

Melts at the sight of glee.

More brave than even Jonah,

For I could never flee.

I sense my nature’s beauty.

I am so greatly  free.