Morning Coffee
Coffee made
Creamer poured
Feet up
Conversations had
Shows watched
Laughs
Words
Time
Pictures
I don’t think I’ve seen you in seven years
But this morning coffee
Is perfect
hour 2: dream
Arriving to Los Angeles was my dream come true—
I held my mother’s hand as we disembarked,
with wide eyes searched for a face I had only seen in pictures,
strained my ears for a voice I’d only heard through a phone receiver
during international calls cut short in haste to save a few cents.
I don’t remember seeing my father’s face when we finally found each other,
but I remember at eye level the light shade of the brown khakis he wore,
but that could’ve been a memory I made up
to make myself feel better about the blur of this day.
I remember launching myself into his arms,
“Ahpa!”
in a voice as joyful and innocent as the first cry of a newborn.
But from then on, I saw.
We passed by countless white cars as I tried to guess which was his,
and didn’t even notice the little two-door until he pointed it out.
I crawled to sit in the back.
Our new home was one large room. With a bed against the wall and
too much white space.
This was the life he’d left us for.
That we’d left behind our lives for.
Before I had even heard of the lie of the American Dream,
I had the feeling that the dream promised to me
was a sham.
REVOLUTION CALLING
This necessary orientation towards reality.
Or rather, the representation of truth.
He cannot explain what he has seen.
Mental abstractions, thoughts, wants, impressions-
a process of ideas confessing our ignorance
Advantageous to whom?
A necessary validation directed at the dunce limitations of philosophy…
(however)
Our subservient language provides reason, provides validity in the process of…
presenting the beautiful and the powerful intentions dedicating their realization
They make an intuitive impression where sincerity meets deeply to follow a transition of political understanding.
The clan of the uncivilized encompassing a deep human revolution where we will structure a society in which we can belong.
1. Money my honey
Money, my honey
Money is a party
Money, my honey
Money is gone
Money, my honey
Money gets down
Money, my honey
When have you gone?
Money, my honey
Where you come down
Money, my honey
I wonder where
Is my money
Money, my honey
You are my party
Money, my honey
Let’s get it done
Money, my honey
Lay down on me
Money, my honey
Now let’s party
Money, my honey
A cup of tea
Money, my honey
I know who is
My honey
Hour 2 : You & Me
Under the authority of my pen
Just to lash down my love
Irrespective how, where, why and when
Long row of yearnings, sending a dove
To say this beating heart of mine
With every moving finger of time
Truly loves you, my only one
More than I do and can be done
Every sleep after your call
Blush me up like rainfall
In every secret corner of my heart
Every pump of my blood
Echoing in my soaking soul
That you are exclusively my beau
And am the only lassie of you
Roots
Whether you desire it or concede it
You can’t love it but life needs it
I only seek it so I can give
Or do I seek it for the life I live
I love life, so I must have it to exist
My heart and mind are in a twist because
If I love life and pursue money sustain it
Is it evil to love the essence of what I need to attain it?
jj2017
Comfort zone
i swallowed the longing
pushing it so far down
i forgot it was there
like i had done so many times before
i stopped counting
until today
this time, i started to weep
wondering what if i had followed that urge?
shattered possibilities twerked in my brain
happiness is overrated, i thought
as i crawled back into my rut
Existence
in the presence of existence
hypnotic level of intricacy survives
a spirit of creative independence
encapsulate the ethos of my life
attracted by attention of the wealthy
indulging in avenues through life
in the shadows forced to recalibrate
existence an incomparable thrill itself
Languid
I wrote a song to you today,
wondering if you would listen,
listen to the brushstrokes
as I painted you into a picture,
hoping you would see.
See all those words I had written.
Each word a rake across
this hellish soul.
each pen stroke a drop of blood
dripping,
drip,
drip.
I screamed so loudly no one heard.
their faces, ghoulish masks
scarlet lipstick,
stained teeth
gnashing
laughing.
I dreamt a dream about you today,
wondering if you had one, too.
Did you see me as I saw you?
Prompt two
Blowing kisses
Lost among the shuffle
A bright star
A leaf rustle
The chill on your spine
Within a warm breeze flourish
My voice has left
This love still beats
Over here
Over there
I kiss the wind for you
I swear