Randomonium

I-95 Northbound
The sun is shining
I'm here
I'm breathing
19 days into the 3rd month of my 31st year
I'm smiling
I'm awe of His grace
His mercy
His purpose
It's why I'm still here.

She Vamps

Somewhere between right now and 10 minutes ago,
You crept into my thoughts.
I'm fighting sleep to resist dreams of you because I don't need those kinds of nightmares again.
So eyes stay open.
Determined to stay wide awake until dawn,
Because in the sunlight,
All of you will burn away.

The Memory

In my memory you still exist.
Late night laughs and shared secrets could've never prepared me for this.
You told me you loved me.
I felt it, for a moment.
Except when those closest to you had to question.
I knew then that those moments meant nothing.
I was your secret.
Not for obvious reasons.
I was the locked box to your hidden agenda.
Me...the fool.
I let you in,
And lost everything on purpose,
So that in my tomorrow, your memory will no longer exist.

Touchdown Jesus

There is love in the way I hurt you.
There, somewhere in the cross section of lies and deceit
She exists.
The greater part of the me you'd hoped I'd be.
The brokenness I layered with regret laid dormant years before you became comfortable in my space.
In that place,
Hurt became more familiar and thus expected.
Even from the most genuine of smiles,
Intention was never an intent of betrayal,
I've failed more with self than any other human interaction.
The glass house surrounded by brick and stone,
Were of my own construction.
Yet, I've freely given the tools to break them down to too many hands who've built regret ridden walls of their own.
But you,
You weren't one of them.
The expectation in your eyes were too heavy of a load I chose to not carry.
No more regret.
No more fear.
No more silence to protect my pride.
I have collected enough sorries to build a neighborhood of pain.
The remains of my closeted skeletons are hung for display.
Yet, all that matters most is that you are okay.

The dreamer

I am a dreamer who dreams dreams that manifest daily through rhythms of poetry poetically sounding more like waves of Ma'at and Oshun simultaneously manifesting this life where lives connect and reflect reflecting love that loves harder when tested by the tests ordained to ordain greatness greatly appreciated through human experience experienced mainly when spirit is present spiritually presented and molded into the dreamer who dreamed this.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Yesterday, memories were as present as the sun on my skin,
Today reflections persist,
Nostalgia has become my friend,
Yet in this place even the bad has no presence here,
And tomorrow what was seen today will no longer exist