love – Poétique

Weighted

Heavy love
It’s coming for you
Not just sex
A lot of romance too
Heavy love
Dark corners
Painted rooms
Rugs on hardwood floors
Spread out on the
Ground with you
Heavy love
It’s starting
On the way to you
Haven’t met you
But I know the truth
That when I get there
We will find the view
Sitting looking at the sea
With you is the beginning
Heavy love on
It’s way to you
So many weeks
Will turn into days
And when we get there
Reflection
To give you space but
Also hold your heart
If you have no one
To love you
It’s difficult to learn
To love yourself

Stories

Am I ready to tell
The end of my story
While I’m still so young
Proprioception
It never feels like
It’s my turn
I wanted everything
My grandparents had
That’s what made me
Feel like I made it
How else would I know
Now that I have
Squired all of those
Things I fulfilled
A purpose
All of them feel as
Achieved boxes
Equally ticked
Anything but
Fugacious
I knew everyone
Was going to die
I just never thought
That I would be left
Completely alone
After it happened
They say when you
Come into this
World you are alone
But it’s not true
What you are
Left with in this
World can leave you
Alone
Even with all the
Love shared
The journey wasn’t
Lonely but perhaps
The end of the path is

She taught me
How to be a gentleman
Where did I go wrong?

Wedding Bells

She gave him that cover
A protection to hide under
There are countless ways
To open a door

I got on my knees
In front of my step mother
And said it’s not your fault
We were forced to be together
Thank you for trying to
Love me I always wanted
To be loved by another mother
I want my dad to be happy
I want a complete family
I want my mom to be happy
I want a complete family
I didn’t recognize her
She tried to pull me up
But she also understood

There was a family that
Offered to host my wedding
I didn’t say no but
I also didn’t know them
I was amazed by all the family
That showed up which
Wasn’t mine

So kind that I said yes
In our celebration of beautiful foods
I’ve never seen prepared
Dishes that stood like
Beautiful colored towers
I asked her to introduce everyone
So I could be familiar with the
Entire room and she did
In this moment now found
I stood up on the table and
Made an announcement
As well about all the family
That I had that didn’t
Show up for my wedding
And all the ceremonies
I went to I exclaimed
I had an entire family
On one side that didn’t show up
My Aunt Cheryl’s wedding
I began my Aunt Cindy
We all had to wear pastel like
Easter I shouted!
My dad and his second wife Nancy
And even my uncle Dan and
His second wife Judy
As I began to lose my voice
I asked for a microphone
Someone brought me one
He was tall and black
And had an unkempt Afro
All natural like the day he
Was born and
With a mic in my hand
I started to sing with
What little voice I
Had left
It’s strange when you
Actually start to care about
The things that matter
Nothing else that’s
Forcing you to pay
Attention to it does

Heartattacking

Standing in the midst of
What I thought might be
The most epically beautiful
Poise to the existence of
Unlocking the code to love
I found myself stomped on by
An agression and entitlement
Of a passerby an unknown
A human who probably
Needed love the most and
In that moment of standing
In a shower of his spit
And fear and rage I found
Myself exclaiming that I was
Only trying to save his life
And yet his own intentions
Of provoking whatever is the
Opposite of love be it anger
Or something stronger
I felt myself in shock as if
I could not be more
Challenged by the universe
To express love in true
Composure completely
In a way that says I am
Looking out for you
So many people might
Lose their lives if we
Don’t speak up for
How important it is to
Value one another
Drained and steamrolled
As I was after such a
Horrible confrontation
I felt so alone asking if there
Was no one that could understand
How vulnerable I felt to
Opening the door to
Universal love and being
Shouted at in such a way
That could tell me to
Believe it didn’t exist
But there was truly
Nothing in me that was
Willing to accept any
Possibility that the only
Reason for my existence
Would be trampled and
Smothered out by the
Likes of someone who
Absolutely didn’t know me
Or could not see my
Desire to encourage
What we are surely left with
Only emptiness and
A desire to know
What love can actually be
If only I could
Imbue it upon you
With less than words
Vacant touch
Push through those
Dark sunglasses
Like a frequency to say
If it’s worth dying for
It’s worth loving for

Drum

Falling in love with
The outsides of people
Realizing you’re molding
The insides and then
Maybe not forever on earth
Maybe just for a shaping
In a short time
Until they move on from you
Why fall in love with
People that cannot
Fall in love with you?
Romance is precious
Intimacy the thing we
All wonder if truly
Exists we ask ourselves
If it’s real and we see others
Who seem to be
Experiencing what we
Aren’t sure how to
Find digging a hole
In the backyard or
Scratching through the
Concrete on the sidewalk
Just to get down
To the crust of the earth
Maybe the heart of things
Drum the drum
Make the sound that
Beats for some that
Know the calling of
True love for this
Is that time
Woody cracks
Sacred snaps
Pdum pdum
Ratatat bom
Bom bom
My heart calls
From the core
Of the earth
To the ones
Who hear a same
Recalling of sweetness

Tenu

It sounds sad
But it’s not actually
Watering the world
Around us
Pouring anguish
Out of the heart
Eyes won’t stay open
Just to think about
Love in a completely
Different way
I am
Remembering what
I thought it was and
An absence of my
Heartbeat
Somewhere in between
Less skipping
More tripping
But the intensity
Is driving fiercely
Wake up
Wake up
Is anybody home
Knock knock
Knock knock
Phone home
I want you I need you
I love the deep
It’s all a fantasy
Unreal
What I had was
Exactly as
Beautiful as it was
And what we wanted
Was almost there
But also waiting
To hold you
Holding me
Holding us

Smalling

What part of your life
Isn’t intense
Do you correlate
Intensity with passion
Think of the wins
Don’t focus on the losses
He said driving
Down the road
Fighting his whole life
To have people like him
To befriend this
As if something were
Unacceptable?
Not so much approval
But to be loveable
And if someone didn’t
Return that perhaps
To share that affection
Somehow I failed in
Being loveable
Will there be sound
After we die?
Are we holding
Ourselves back?
We love the outside
But the inside cannot
Love us the way
We think it will be
Reimagining

Ikke!

Tempestuous predicament
Preposterous considering
Breathe in breathe out is
Just the normal thing
Busy living our lives
Keeping up sliding in
All things trying
To find a system
That goes

You know I form these
Deeper connections
With people all the time
Why give that up?
What was the point
Of building the stadium
An arena for love
Watching it escalate
Just to tear it down
Or pretend it’s medical

It wasn’t necessary

How long will it take
To get past it
When the first guess
Was right and you
Went for the second
It was wrong!!
Let it go, there will be
Another chance

Another day

Love is a very reckless thing
What is important and
What is tragic?
Questioning

Would being blind
Make it any easier?

I’m sorry I’m late

Mollify

Why is my grief
So important
I am only one person
There is no value
For that when it
Comes to the grief
Of a nation
Or the grief of a mother
My energy is strong
Screaming out louder
Needing to be heard
Like a crying cat
Insides twisting but
Why should my voice be
Louder than any other
An omen for tomorrow
Digital blue mollify you
Bitter comfort wrapped
In hues of light that
Leave us all renewed
Less subdued and hoping to
Recall the love in
Your eyes one last time

Outline

Turn to face me in bed
Watching my fingers
Glide over your head
Hands in your hair
Kiss at your brow
Wishing never to get up
Just to lay here
Breathe your breath
Nothing left but
Our heart beats
Hovering above us
In the air
Like two kids in love
Not a care to be told
Only to hold
Not afraid of myself
Or loving you too much
Protecting each other
Romantic distinction
Take this time to
Be here to feel special
To love you and
Undress you
How many years
Has it been
How many years
Have we left?
In between the sheets
After we meet
Turn to face me in bed
Watching my fingers
Glide over you sweetly