The Poetry Marathon

He is the one who can see my truth both motivating and exhilarating with a presence designed to consume.

He is as gentle as my deepest state of meditation and as strong as this Sunday morning coffee I’m making just to get through.

He is the image of God in the land where many souls have been taken.

I breath him in daily so all of my doubts can become vacant.

He is merely a man who’s love was made just for me in this destitute land of the forsaken.

The rhythm of the drum pounding against the concrete
The peace of being in love while war rages in the street
The immaculate canvas displayed across the evening sky
The hands of forgiveness extended to the irrational mind
The smiles of children with ice cream dripping from their chins
The quiet of the night when the world is at rest and God’s miracles begin
The laughter of my ancestors sound like a sweet lullaby to my ears
This is the beginning of life and the end of all of my fears.

No longer allowing the opinions of others to dictate my life

I walk with the confidence of a super model

I shine bright as the Alaskan icebergs

I inhale with determination and exhale only to obliterate any misconception you may have about my quest in this life

No longer allowing my thoughts to distract my dreams from manifesting

I create the vision and deliver the impossible to your front door.

I am resilient, discerning and kind.

I can disappear like a magician at the drop of a dime.

I am whole and I am complete as I embrace the value of time.

The sound of the waves hypnotize me

The salty smell draws me near as I deeply take in the wondrous creation of life living among the horizon.

The stillness and the rage excite my imagination

I runs my toes through the soft sand and feel the rough edges

I sink into the grey waters to cleanse my weary soul

The refreshing aftermath of peace surrounds my crown as I sink to the bottom without surfacing my desires to the top.

A vision of beauty

the rose can inflict a lifetime of pain

The deepest of red and the softest of petals

surround the thorns as it sharpens

the scent of sweetness

and captures the pleasant sorrow of late blossoms

Creating delicate rhythms as one by one the release of extreme pleasure

escapes the pruning of it’s alluring pose.

He and I share the same blood type and later we will share the same last name.
By choice I gave him my heart and waited for the indescribable rain.
The storm which never came and the tears didn’t fall.
I am with him when I’m not and I answer when he doesn’t call.

The telepathic way I sense the touch of his breath on my cheek.
The distance is somehow bearable and strangely unique.
I would be content in life just laying at his feet.
Deeper than love his joy creates happiness and his pain creates trouble.
Thicker than water his soul is attached to my spirit and the vibrations of his conviction compels me to protect him as if I were his brother.

The evening sounds of jazz squealing through the New Orleans streets kept the children alive and burning with heat. The unsettling energy was like fire beneath their feet generating instant mischief and moves so fast the music lost it’s beat.
The bayou is filled with mystery and gigantic frogs along the river. As they call for rain the children gathers jars to quiet the sounds of their dinner.
The gentleman laying under the stars considered the inquisitive minds of his nearby litter. Do they understand the life in the bayou and the death in the river.
The children approach his madness and wonder if this man has kept his promise and their reward.
The sudden quiet released whispers as he stood strong and tall against the midnight sky.
The gentleman released a ribbon of light and the children celebrated and one even cried for this was the greatest of gift of all as the illuminated path led them back to the very beginning of the afternoon sounds of smooth jazz.

The rain dripped over my lashes and I awake to the thunder roaring above the clouds. Streams of lightening color the sky with magnificent rainbows.

I must be dreaming the water gently removed the discontent from my face.

How did I end up in this place, I look carefully to examine the extreme circumstances in which I have found myself. Not asleep nor awake but in the in between of life crossed over into fate.

I immediately began to pray it is not to late. I float to the left and guild to the right as the wind rips through my hair the vibes in my stomach begin to take flight. I feel light as a feather and calm as I maneuver the stormy weather. I start to accept I could live above the clouds forever.