“I have spread my dreams at your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams”
We are our dreams
To the refugees:
I am sorryI am sorry your journey has seemed for notThat the stories of a dream, of people free and brave have been unveiled to be myth. I am sorry on behalf of a country that won’t say it. I am sorry you are told to be grateful that is better here than there. I am sorry there are those that demand…
There is a part of meA small part with a loud voice. The claims I don’t belong. Not in the way that traps me in bed. Rather the kind that wants to be in a hotelor a hostelor a tentor a bed of my car.
Who put them there. Your thoughts are not your own. Not a child of a synapse. Incepted in your mind.Planted by a gardener, not the wind.
Who said you weren’t good enough. That you couldn’t beCouldn’t doCouldn’t have…
They say I can’t look at the world with rose colored glassesThat nothing can be that goodThat the world is too evilBe realistic, happiness is a jokeAn opioid for the massesTo keep you working 9–5,Within a system, not brokenBut designed for misery
I am a fan of RnB. The way it forces you to move, Like Nina Simone telling me,that yesI am feeling good.
It’s us in a hotel, grabbing your hips and making you dance with me,they are quite the temptationand there ain’t…
When I stand with the clouds
Where are you love?What thoughts fly through your mind,As the birds soar above mine?Where do you walk while my feet pound in my bootsand blisters deform my skin
I often wonder about black widows. Does the male know, in his arachnid brain that his one purpose is to get laid.That his first will be his lastThat she doesn’t intend on staying around for breakfast?
I envy those who remain A child. Living in fantasy Brandishing a sword, Or Greeting the world with wand in hand.
Who shot an arrow Or cast a spell When the world told themNo Demeanor…
The Things that I’ve seen as of yet
The mountain peaks and valleys
The sunsets on the ocean at full sail
Surrounded by miracles always.
Yet when I close my eyes
