Poetry

A little something I'm working on. It's still a working a progress so bear with me and please let me know what you think below.

From time to time they get to look into one anothers eyes and genuinely say I love you. 

They kiss and make love unashamed. Every once in a while they can get a late night conversation in, catching up on life and again disappearing after the night. Sometimes they have time for lunch. Always on the sane day of the month. Last time it was the last Thursday. The last Thursday in May. There are times where he surprises her with things that make her smile. And when she gives him things that keep him thinking of her for more than a little while. There are times when they find reasons just to hear each others voice. Of course they always want more so they're forced to make a choice. From time to time they skate on thin ice and walk thin lines by keeping their separate lives in the back of their minds. It happens every once in a while. Often they think of how nice it would be if they could just be. No tiptoeing around, no being sneaky. They think of how sweet it would be to spend one night together. And they dream of what it would be like to hold each other forever. Separated by two different worlds they created one of their own. One just for the two of them. Just them and who ever else they decide to invite in....

I was asked a few months back to write a poem to a mother who had just lost her son. It was difficult at first because I don't know how it feels to actually lose a child and I couldn't even act like I did. I thought a lot about it, left it, came back to it, forgot about it and came back and now I finally have a draft. I'm in the process of working on the final draft so please let me know what you think on the comments tab.

He's the fruit from your vessel. 

As you carried him within you

and worked together to get him out,  

together you created a bond that couldn't be broken 

without a shadow of doubt. 

God blessed you with the experience of love at its greatest capacity.

A love that is forever, undying, 

unconditional and understanding. 

One that provided you with a high most days

and a low 

when he experienced his personal rainy days. 

You've experienced love that's stronger than any adhesive on it's best day, 

you know, the kind of love 

that made you constantly pray. 

He made you cry, smile, laugh and even scared you sometimes. 

He was your joy, your love, your success and your pride.

And it's up to you to keep his memory alive

Let’s Do Lunch

Let me escort you home

He says, taking my hand

and leading the way.

It was a quiet travel,

neither of us really knowing what to say.

It was a nice but awkward silence

And he displayed a genuine kindness

We enjoyed one another’s presence

And there were no sirens.

I’ll see you tomorrow

For lunch in the park

He just told me

I was having lunch with him

This guy has heart.

We’ll see I reply as I

Close my door behind me and

Let out a great sigh

He wasn’t a mysterious man

He was a little peculiar to me      

But I liked him

And he was indeed interested in me

No lunch today

I’m tied up

Let’s do it another day

He said okay

Okay?!?

That’s your response

That’s all you have to say

These were my quick sidebar thoughts

Okay isn’t what I wanted him to say.

I didn’t talk to him the next day

Or see him the day after that day

He showed up three days later

For lunch, asking

Is today the day?

Yes I say

Let’s do lunch

Liquid Prayers


Its ok to cry they're just liquid prayers. 
That tomorrow will be a better one and it will be. 
Because you keep pushing forth no matter the difficulty of your duties. 
People talk behind your back and criticise you to your face 
but u hear none of it. 
You're too busy trying to finish your race. 
There will be obstacles on the path. 
Only the strong survive 
so you have to prove that you can last. 
Jumping hurdles 
and dodging occupational gunshots 
after survivng all of that you you're headed to the top. 
Yes love its ok to cry. 
They're just liquid prayers. 
That your life will be full of love and life dreams fulfilled. 
But your tears aren't what get you there. 
Its motivation and skill.