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dreaming

another lucid dream passes through my nightly slumber. tirelessly, i toss and turn around my bed, wanting desperately to sleep. i’m finding myself half asleep, but not there all the way when i realize that i am about to dream. i am thinking quickly as to how to go about maneuvering through the highways of my dreams, and i soon decide to try and fly.

it is at this point when i am finding myself elevating from my bed, as if dragged by life’s forces from my stomach. i am floating. suddenly, my mind starts playing back like a movie and i decide to just simply witness where my own thoughts would take me.
i’m not sure how long this dream is going to last, but i enjoy every moment spent in its company.

i’m crossing back and forth between reality and dreams so often and so quickly that i sometimes fear i’m unable to distinguish between the two.

i’m drifting back down to my bed, as my mind is still constantly flashing before me.
i finally make it down, strangely afraid to open my eyes, fearing that i might lose the experience of this dream.

but i have not.

autumnal meditation

re:member to
meditate upon the possibility
only with positivity.

Frost

Nature’s first green is gold

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

Frost, 1923

change

because it’s been three years since you came into my life:
a friend, an inspiration- an indivual that surpasses any delineation.
and although things may not stand the same way
as they did three years previous from this day,
I still smile, knowing that I once was the cause of yours.

wouldn’t be sj2, thanks to you

h2o

fluidly, together you and i mix
together we find our lips,
never tasted anything sweeter than this.
to simply be present in the present
that is your presence.
a divine message from heaven,
minutes slipping past,
hands clasped.
but hold up,
what exactly are we trying to grasp?
to question one’s motives can prove to be
an arduous task.
discovering truth’s bittersweet taste,
but its simply something that can not be compromised.

mi amour con los ojos como las estrellas en la noche
pero hay peligro en belleza

muchos problemas en mi cabeza.
pero yo descrubo refugio en las poemas.
aunque tu eres muy lejano de mi,
no hay distancia suficente
a desdibujar nuestro amour.

the price of true happiness
can not be calculated
and yes, all the false bliss
falls amiss in the end.
but honey let’s seize the moment,
a raging river of passion,
carries our love within its currents.

chamomile

sips of freshly brewed chamomile tea
eases the tensions going wild within me
as the sweet night breeze greets me
caressing every inch of skin with a delicate touch
whispering secrets to the summer wind
star-studded blue skies,
ladybugs, sunflowers,
and butteflies.

smile

love is simply something for which you gotta have patience
no need to start chasing, frontin like time’s a-wasting
rather than racing, I’m pacing - steady steps I’m taking
In a marvelous journey, although unaware of my destination.

Mistakes are inevitably made,
but it’s our choice whether or not we allow ourselves to become enslaved
by regrets and the past’s allure.
Memories can easily become obscure.

catching stars

drifting, drifting away in meditation
two eyes that form a constellation.
an exhibit of divine demonstration.
contemplation upon the corellation between love and fear.
whispering sweet-somethings in your ear for you to hear,
so hold my hand, in love we’ll stand
never demand anything more than truth.

Love,

let me be your break beat,
feel the rhythm, just boogie down
and move your feet
i’ll spoil you with kisses sweet,
leaving you breathless,
having trouble just tryin to speak
got me playin your memory
on repeat

you are the love song that i sing-a-long to
i long to
hold you close so i
whisper secrets to the wind
hoping that they would reach you in time
i’m pleading please to the gentle breeze that carries
my message through street corners, stop signs
and red lights ~ to console you on lonely nights
through countless blocks, until it softly knocks
on your windowsill.

tick tock the clock steady rocks
the relativity of time, the (real)ativity of ryhme

love expanding exponentially
possibly at a rate only god would know.
and maybe together you and i could live mathematically
perfect for each other, mad complimentary
so universal,
thoughts of you intersecting my mind like your essence is transversal.
perfection with no rehearsal
so maybe you could be
the variable that helps me solve this equation to unlock a golden reality.
a love poem for no one,
and tonight i feel i might just take flight
as this moonlight elevates me to the heavens
i’m grasping new heights.
ready to cross this great divide that separates us.
together we’d span infinity; nothing would ever break us.



i find myself standing / struggling to make sense / in the middle of it all / its a riddle / how things fall — apart / my whole soul / never just a part / i’m putting in for the love of this art / my hopes / infinitely endless / love how do i begin to express this / as i sit back flipping through pages / beginning to reminisce / memories on sweet on my lips like kisses luscious as molasses / the past is / kept in line with every verse every rhyme every line / found inside ink-stained pages / in them i gaze into the reflection of my being / what was misunderstood / i’m now seeing / learning to grasp reality / the deceit i’m looking past / now i’m free / able to see what is what was and what could BE.