Trains are a subconscious obsession
I ride them nightly in my dreams
It is symbolic by all means to me yet
I do not know what it means
Freight trains that loop around a city in my mind
What is this obsession?
Graffiti and train yards
My love for art and adventure
In real time I hear the trains in my neighborhood
Passing through, choo choo
All I dream about is trains
Running the city in a loop.
In the morning I play with words
Await the birds song
When sunrise comes along
The arrival of love I long
They nest as I rest as well
Buddhist bell singing bowl
Universe please bring me more
Days like this; I await my bliss
Kiss the Moon Stars and Sky
To this midnight I thank
N say my goodbye
I have arrived from another place another time
Hidden in the stars and in the drifting clouds in the sky
Somewhere in the world’s between worlds
In the Subconscious; in the serene blur
In the complex of simplicity; I have arrived here
In my awakening the clouds crack with thunder and lightning
As I am from far above the oceans and moons and Sun
This place is sacred as well and I shall roam; call it home
Until it is the end and the time for me to go
You will know my love for life; my life is love
Fallen sun and stars arise
Beautiful rest your weary eyes
Destiny comes for you in morrow
Lay your head; forget your sorrow
Bless you;may your dreams be sweet
The night has fallen
My baby goes to sleep.
Goodnight Effie
It’s the morning again; my favorite time to write poetry
My wife lay asleep across the room on our bed
Although things have been hard, I am optimistic
I’ve shown myself a better path, so my walk is easier
At least in the now; that fact remains
I have to continue to be mindful of the future
And live present in each moment; one after the next
I take a deep breath and ground myself; I’m alive
I remember an anxious moment yesterday
And knowing that to live is to suffer
But that thought passed; as all thoughts and moments do
I close my eyes; to simply shut them.
Makes me calm. Collected. Present.
And I take another breath.
Where I’m going doesn’t matter; now is time
I can build towards anything; but nothing is promised
So I do not attach myself with the future
I shall cut my ties with worry and sorrow
In this pitch black sky; I am here
The color was Midnight black
The dead of night in the city
Thoughts can wander
Unattended
Ease of the racing cars
Trucks and the hustle of day
Leaves the mind to trace itself
Picturing the unseen
Creating a place that is free
Free of future; is a picturesque now
Only the stars and moon
Create spaces in an infinite void
Full of possibilities
In the color
Of midnight black
As I incline; recognize my devine mind
Nothing can define I
My finesse stretch through nets n wires
Im cosmic in flesh form born from a torn war in the soul scorned
From out the darkness light with a heart to fight ignite fear in the wicked
Split them in half in split seconds
The willow tree sways and glows in the sunlight
As the birds sing songs and the trains in the distance blow there horns
I know that I have everything I need; everything I’ve been searching for
While the wind blows
And the sun kisses my face.
This is my peace
New beginnings
They arrive like a sunrise
Beautifully illuminating
Bringing life
To a cold, dark world
Here is where I abide
Blossoming like a lotus
In this deep dark mud
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