lately . . .

A few more moons, a few more winters
A few, or perhaps many –
they come and go.
Numberless as time, rise and fall with tides.

A few more moons, a few more winters
will bring us together, my dear!
But until then, they keep us apart,
two hearts, one dying echo.

The distance is far, the wait always long
but the wait and the walk of the distance is ours.
For the stars you see are the same ones as me,
and our eyes share a sky that holds the same sun.

Good morning on my side is goodnight on yours
and while worlds apart, the wind,
ever faithful, blows my kisses to where you are.

Not so far, after all
Not as far as we thought
Same day and age, just not the same place.

The patience of a few more moons,
the worries of a few more winters,
I pray will bring you back to me.

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. . . I can't tell you how much I miss you.

gravity

Blank Verse

I stand in the icicle cold tonight
wrapped in frozen moments and memories,
crystal beaded tears and smiles made of glass,
a porcelain doll abandoned on the shelf
whose empty grey eyes stare into grey dust.
Such are the companions of my silence,
the hollow friends of a lost, broken night.

Take me somewhere the air is full of life
and hellos and goodbyes and - my oh my -
the adrenaline of a chase, the rush
of change, the thrust of time, the lift of love.
Set free the colors to roam in my world
and bear the dead weight of an uphill climb
towards the sky, forward, further, higher

‘til horizons are crossed and oceans sailed,
‘til my heart trusts enough, to fall back down
gravity to ground and into your arms.

between a hundred years of solitude and heaven once

"It's for the deaf kid in the aisle of the symphony who hears it through the rumble of the tuba and the timpani." - George Watsky

Every once in a while I stumble across true lyricists. People who by their words reaffirm the thumping heartbeat of life that can be found in music. And meanwhile reaffirm the empty hollow burned-out sunken melting corpses of what are the pathetic remnants of today's "mainstream" hip hop.

Somehow, these lyricists resurrect the death of truth. They rewind past the timely ignorance of a generation who is blind to the crusty gold spray paint plastered to its face. They tackle real issues. Well, no. First, they define what is "real," set it as undeniable, and then tackle it with this crazy mix of bravery elegance urgency and wit all at once.

They point lasers in the eyes of corruption, blaze fire in the face of oppression, shine spotlights on the mute minority; they are the long-forgotten conscience of society.

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but perhaps there will always be you who prefer standing on the corner
hustling till your bone marrow and veins drain empty
and the valves and chambers of the hearts
of those who love you shatter into a million parts
with your shiny silver rims that cost you money (that you stole)
digging deeper into the mess and mud of your own (grave) hole
writing pride on your arms, signing two initials on your chest
naive enough to believe one worth is precious, more expensive than the rest
but nobody comes out on top when everybody's thinking "dey da best"
so give up on the vanity, 'cause vanity comes in vain
and then comes the pain of your unresolved yesterday
the gain of burden on the shoulders of tomorrow
self pity before the vultures embark, then land to feast on all your sorrow

sonnet

The ships embark; they’ve got somewhere to go,

The planes lift off, away today they fly.
What’s the rush? seems like the last hello
to a story barely begun – goodbye.
Early endings bred this bitter farewell,
what-ifs and who-knows of what could have been.
Always the time to go, so chime the bells,
the rude dictators of our every when.
You count the hours, time’s edges frayed,
the minutes add up, but never enough
for the tempo of your reign, so we fade.
This is not what it is to be in love.

The clock can wait, its debts we can borrow.
Just once, let’s leave it all for tomorrow.

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Just a few thoughts lately about finding composure and happiness within the rush of life.