You grow like high hopes
fast and courageous
innocent adventurous and youthful,
like a blooming flower bud
my buddy
though you race rush and rave, with reckless abandon
discovering yourself
embracing the danger as adventure
embraced experiences learned from in the most rocky of ways
and like an ever flowing waterfall
tears fill you inside
that you have yet to release
unknowing how, without prompt
ignorance, being more confusion and question,
than bliss
though bliss, all the same
but still you blossom
stretching towards the sun
like great vines lining gigantic leafs
gaining wisdom by the stroke of pastel kissed horizons
and the circumference of chalky glow,
shimmering over the hungry night
where you sleep soundly
away from my arms
with vague and colorful dreams
exempt of my face
though I dream of watching you
warm, safe, and curled up
believing the world is your big jungle gym
as you close those small unjaded eyelids
that conceal big glossy eyes that believe in fairy tales
with an energetic mind
sparked by excited electrical currents
rivaling Zeus’ mighty lightening bolts
just beginning to know itself
then you wake
with your sleepy, soft, innocent, vulnerable, and tamed demeanor
ripe in obedience and acquiescence
non combative-as sweet and chill, as a summer’s breeze
the sleep built in your eyes-
crust in crevices
like mud from a spring night’s drizzle
dried into dirt
by the brilliance of the new day’s shine-
now fades and falls
once you’ve gotten your wits
quaking to the child-like, yet thunderous energy that exudes your being
and you become happy and light
without yesterday’s pains weighing on you-
a gift adults lose quick,
even taller and more perceptive
as if more conscious of your faculties
and how you can push them to their new limits
like a superhero testing his powers
you are boundless my son
the world is yours
and as long as no one changes your mind
that truth will never change
then one day,
you will change the world
because you love like,
and look thru the eyes of,
Angels
and you grow like high hopes
Love
flames
I see your anger
hurled at me like Molotov cocktails
what a beautiful flame in the air
like watching the engulfing wings of a phoenix
flying right at me
soaring the distance between us
a brilliance reflecting the gloss in my pupils
to your surprise
you discover a hidden, but equal, fire in my eyes
though kindled,
until ignited by you
fueling your hate angst and guilt all the more
but I’m lost in the fiery image of your blind rage
a pyro, caught in my awe
watching my ending
the coming of
destruction
desolation
devastation
inhaling the proof, laden in your flammable mixture of vitriol
and as soon as it lands
the volume encompasses all in its path
the fire will spread as far as the liquor will reach
the fire will spread as far as the liquor will reach!
it’s just different
I’ve heard it said before
many times
by many others
compared to her-
they felt only, and exactly, like ‘others’
but when she says it
there’s no blunder
I never even ponder the obvious spell I’m under
I just…begin to wonder, of a wonder
then my feelings wander
if I could please speak with candor,
I would
hoping the message I’m trying to convey,
wouldn’t fall short to a perceived slight or slander
its desired effect wilting like untended violets
I marvel at the question of how,
how can she speak my language with eloquent grace,
while sounding completely like a different delectable dialect
her vocab vibrates with unique intimacy
adorning syllables architectured by deeper meanings
conjuring forth alien parts of my being
and at this moment
I am only now
far from, and therefore, no longer who I was
as if I forgot the human, I was being
embodying a canvass of energy
painting with broad strokes- the highs of connection
sending signals her way,
likened to a siren,
and she responds
as if inclined by some divine design
providing the very piece, to my peace of mind
saying those three words
well, actually four
if you count the last homophone-
a sound mirroring the second number
spelled different
implying a digit, though not numerically,
but speaking to a joining, as if a couple
displayed in an agreement of emotions-
she both summons and exudes a heat from us both,
reminiscent of summer
I begin to understand, ‘twinkle twinkle’
because how could you ever stare upon a star,
and not wonder
when there could be so many
seemingly just the same
yet that one-
which has hooked your ears
transfixed your eyes
hypnotizing your senses
gushing feelings forth into a serendipitous rush
blurring your mind of all logic-
is so different
apology
Take my apology
for what it is
knowing it will never be enough
it will never make amends
and may never,
make a difference
but at least it’s there
like I was
at least its real
like I was
at least it means something
like I did
but I guess,
all I’ve become
is just that,
an apology
there,
yet never enough
as if a voice
without a body
a memory
without a face
a person
without a name
and when you peel that band aid
I will still be a reminder
of what once was-
before there was a pain that needed covering,
a pain that screamed from a wound that my absence inflicted
denoting a deeper intrusion of hurt than a surfaced scab can illustrate
as your flesh struggles with it’s cells to mend itself back to form
hiding the affliction
before the break
before,
there was ever a need for
an apology
turn your back
If you turn your back on me
you may also put a knife in mine
so why beg for attention from my own demise
showing the shade of your intent, dimmed as dark as your concealed eyes
never hug me,
because, within that moment of trust
I fear the truth, in a face I can’t see, made behind me
that may only show disgust
and when you turn your back
just finish walking away
because I already feel the axe
if I were to ask, you to stay
X2
I said
this is hard time
she said,
she doing hard time too
so it’s times two
because I’m doing time
and so she’s doing time too
I told my sons,
this is hard time
but I can see they’re going thru hard times too
so its times two
because I’m doing time
and so they doing time too
I tell my family,
this is hard time
but I hear they going thru hard times too
so its times two
because I’m doing time
and so they’re doing time too
damn, prison isn’t just a self sentence that confines you
it’s times two
because you’re doing time
and everyone that loves you, is doing time too