She is Love

I felt a funeral in my brain 

And I thought I died 

But it was all in my brain 

And when the guest all leave 

I watch spring turn to summer

And summer turn to falling leaves 

Until I hear a voice calling me

Whispering …

“Believe!”

“You are Love.” 💕

“GOOD MORNING “

Some nights I want to rush to bed 

Turn off the world’s lights
Enter into a REM sleep 
Drifting from reality to fantasy…
That’s where I find you
And in my dreams you disappear
like a distant memory
Traveling through my subconsciousnes
In daylight I awake just to touch your aura
From two of your eyes into a one track mind
Through the fantasy bodys of two
And the reality of one
Two words that read “good morning”
But really say “my bed wishes you were here”

I drift back off in between reality and fantasy
I try to trace my dreams with the fantasy of my reality and that is where I find you! Vividly alive!

So I fight my dreams and I escape reality
With eyes wide shut, only way to find you
I reach for you and run circles around you
To play chase because I never learned chess “Protect your King”
I lose you in my dreams
you disappear like a distant memory
and my pillow is what I have in my arms
I play with my sheets wrapped around me
Some mornings I rush to rise with words to caress your eyes… and touch your mind
Drifting from dreams to reality
Cause baby your still in my fantasy
But all I text you is “Good Morning”

Mommaless boys destiny

Mother

So where were you that night I was conceived?
Was it a bar? or was it the street?
How did it happen?
Was it too many pills? Or too much to drink?

How did you feel,
when you found out about me?
Were you really so mad, that you wanted me dead,
like the other children you never had?

Why aren’t you the mother I need?
Is it because you hate me,
or are you just too busy for me?

What did I do, to make you leave?
And why are you so blind,
that you can’t see, all the pain that you’ve caused me?

I needed you there, to soothe my wounds.
And I wanted you there, to watch cartoons.

But you weren’t there, WHY?!

In 1984:
I was born unto a parent unknown, and a parent with no desire to be.
A mistake; un-belonging from the first breath, blink, and cry.

“We should sell him…”
A burden; un-wanted before a first word was spoken, or a first step walked.

Left to a parent’s parent.
Abandoned; a nuisance too great to bother with any longer.

In 1987:
The parent returns, “I don’t even want him.  I just don’t want him with HER.”

Mother abandoned her son.

Grandmother ran from her daughter.
uncle jumped his parole.
I feel like it’s time to run again.
My role-models never faced their fears.
Why should I be any different?

Is there a destiny?

Has fate laid it all before us,
like a yellow brick road paved with potential?
Or do we fulfill our own prophecies,
choosing to live moment by passing moment,
determined to find greatness?

Written by an Anonymous Poet