Free Verse

Chasing Destiny



Sometimes the decision we make
At the time they are conceived
Make perfect sense
Sadly, we can’t gaze into a crystal ball and see
That decision will haunt you for the rest of
Your life
In my head I've rehearse every probability of scenarios
Of how to say the things that need to be said
Pride is a curse locking out the one who should of
Been holding the key
Now the locks have rusted from tears
The key disappeared an eternity ago
Moreover, I am tired of chasing a dream
When I get close enough to taste humility
It quickly vanishes in the mist
Now I can see my fingertips reaching out to grasp
What was but now is
Slowly, slowly, slowly, I reach out to destiny
To ask for his forgiveness
He looked right through me as if I
Was invisible
I yelled to his retreating figure
He only looked over his shoulder
Sadness aura surrounding his soul

Walking away, away, away…





The World Goes Round & Round


Past a man sitting on a corner
He was assessing the damage
To one foot
As people passed by
Making their way to different
Destinations, some looked
At him others went on about
Their business
I wondered what was going
Through his mind
No one knew his situation
Judgment is saved for a higher power
He continued to caress his ailing foot
All the while keeping his head down
All I could think of
The world goes round and round
The richer become wealthier and the poor
Are just after thoughts…
  

Somewhere Over the Rainbow


I am not preaching or ranting but there has been so much going on lately around the world it amazes me why would anyone want to keep trying to survive all the mayhem and destruction, the injustice is God listening?  

The cries and moans of his women losing their children, men, father’s cradle empty arms.  Are we so lost we cannot see the beautiful rainbow in between the hate and disillusion?  

Does he see our innocence being lost on the cold streets of the concrete jungle? 

This cannot be all there is to life…

Faith, love, hope, peace, unity, justice, have just become words lost in alterations

I bow my head in submissiveness wondering what is next, what is next, what is next….

 

Room 13



There is nothing about this 
Room that holds
Memories of jubilant times
The walls shout out dysfunction
The floors cry from being stepped on
Furniture cowers in the corners from
Witnessing many nights of broken promises
Shattered reminisces of sordid colored walls

Stupor



 Standing still unmoving
Always in one place not growing
Afraid to adventure out into the world
Making excuses has become a bit boring
Life must continue to cultivate new dreams
Wake up till the land plant the seed of wonderment
Water it with tears of laughter
Imagine what tomorrow will be
If you wake up from your stupor
Before tomorrow disappears



Senses


Sensual kisses
Erotic images
Nubian beauty
Strength, desire
Echoes of voices
Screaming in unison

...Losing your senses

Drift

We are drifters passing through life
With no roots to hold us down grounded to mother earth
In spirit we live knowing you can kill the body not the soul
Voyages sometimes lead us in directions we do not understand
Comprehension comes into clarity once we open our hearts
Stop living from the mind
Where ambiguous emotions confuse and
From conscious sentiments where truth is
Sometimes obscured in hollow laughter
And silent tears
There is no anchor tied to our life
Without that, we drift…