Yet we are, I am

Arrival

Black mountains lie between now and to be 

A valley, thriving, bright in its diversity, courses a path.

Our hands wisp over sunflowers and lilac, legs are tickled by grasshoppers.

The monarchs graze our necks.

When we arrive, we will know.

Yet we are, I am

I am yet a man with all of the insecurities and gestations of experience.

I am yet a boy with all of the insecurities and wonder of not knowing.

Truth to these middle years as Luis J. Rodriguez found is:

The disproportionate truth of not knowing what’s to come and how deeply my past has effected where I stand.

As prolific in my mind as Maya Angelou on stage,

I am but a nave in reality wishing upon a star.

My little light seems to shine when no one can see it

And maybe one day I’ll find that it is okay if this light shines just bright enough to keep me content

A  LOST ANGEL; halo dwindling,

Religious without a religion;

Non-denominational is the term coined by many refraining to be chained by the boundaries of religion.

Insisting on doing it their way -

Praise Jesus!

Praise Allah!

Praise Buddha!

Praise L. Ron Hubbard...

Her Laugh

Blessed Be

Blessed be the youth, for they know no better.

Blessed be the truth; catch it, hold tight.

Elusive, floating feather.

Sweet innoscence, scent of purity, freshness.

Yearning to learn, "What's that, what's this?"

Approaching days curious, No reason not to,

haven't simmered long enough, experience settles the stew.

Blessed be the youth, for they know no better.

Walk your words teacher,

cause pupil now knows --

that you know better.

A Mind Unleashed

To Understand the possibilities within the frame of a man,

A man Built in the form of an

Almighty

Is incomprehensible...

Yet, as a free mind understands

This

Unrealistic

Oft-sought after

Faith in unknowing, unattainable,

perfect LOVE,

Which We are born with,

Stripped of by men,

Searching for through out an invisible realm of meaning.

It is not to understand perfect love but to fall in love with our true selves,

The knowledge of the greatness w...

Lingering Taste

Wretched, filthy taste

that WILL NOT be suppressed,

nor alleviated.

Stagnant stench,

lingers on my tongue,

rinse with truth,

and repeat with understanding.

Life....