Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
911,
Whats your emergency?
The world as we knew it ended,
And we are still picking up the pieces
And will be,
Indefinitely,
From the impact and blowback,
For years into the future,
And for somethings we won’t
Even be sure why,
Though we will remember,
In our lived history;
Memory survives.
You hate waiting,
Sitting on the unknown,
All the inevitable
What ifs
Through the mind slip,
Sanity
Chasing after unrealistic expectations,
Hopes and dreams,
Of things just out of
Reach,
Its a reach
Ice cube’s chance in hell probability
Probably,
its probable
That you’ll be disappointed,
So you lower
Your expectations,
Until you don’t expect
Anything;
Beautiful
look up,
Who hurt your heart?
Made you doubt you deserve?
Hold out
your heart,
But don’t sell out
For less;
Patience,
Sit with your uncomfortable
Knowing you’re the best.
Where our ends meet
We recognize each other,
I to I,
Eye to eye,
We mirror,
We perceive the other,
To understand,
To recognize,
To accept,
To appreciate
Each other,
Sharing our intimate thoughts,
As if they are our own,
With clarity, we separate
But know we shall again return,
To this sacred connection,
For despite interruption
We are one;
our ends meet.
I know who I am,
Until I don’t,
Until I can’t figure out
That my behavior doesn’t look like Me,
I know Me,
Until I don’t;
It’s then that my beloveds catch me
As I freefall,
They hold me back,
They have my back,
Even when I
Don’t recognize it.
Last night I saw you,
All of you,
Lighting up
As if I had never seen such a sight before,
This evening, you are silent in sight,
But I remember your glow,
And for that I am grateful
To have seen such a show;
Grateful for this luminescent gift.
Before it had all gone south
And wires crossed
I had been on a mission,
Of gratitude
And change,
I forgot my trajectory
Amid complications,
Things turned upside down,
And I came to regret
So much of this,
Yet further reflection makes me wonder
Was this all part
Of the process,
One that is yet complete,
Of the quest I first began?
Trust the process.
She of Letters 