and I mean that in its purest definition,
wracks my body as I am come to the
that other men are not like me.
I am not a god!
No descedant of Hecules,
there is no blood in my veins
that once flowed in Hephaestus.
No glory in my name,
except the one I make now.
why are there Men
who are weak?
Who flinch at the sign of danger,
who hold their own lives
above all others?
This I do not understand,
and it's infuriating.
what is a Man?
Is he a mighty warrior,
who must first conquers armies to be such?
Is it the one
who builds cities with his bare hands,
who turns the Earth into
Is it a person
who seeks retribution?
Or is it the one
who turns the other cheek?
There are many,
many pieces of the puzzle,
criteria that can be placed on all of us,
that would determing what makes
a Man a Man.
But two ways,
I like to gather around,
is how a Man treats animals,
and how he is as a father.
can be of good heart,
of He that does not give kindness
Angering, seeing littering the news
the way some Men hurt them,
the way I want to hurt them too,
see how they react!
How could you?
for this lifestyle,
the bottom of the pit
that sits dormant inside me
boils over with hot fire.
I will reiterate,
I am no saint,
by any means.
But I am not low,
I am not lesser like that.
And worse than that,
the ones who drop the ball,
the will, and commitment
to their own children.
Their own flesh and blood.
I don't think I am even writing
to convey that complete,
utter cringe.My ultimate
of this train of thought.
To be gone,
to even be away from your child,
should not be a desire,
or even a compromise.
There are reasons we all go,
work, life, war.
But to do so
in a manner
that we give up time,
for the principle
that lost time doesn't matter
I am sad
that there are little ones
who are not loved,
raised by their own fathers.
and even more so
the confusion with Men
who are gone because they have to be.
this is life.
I am writing,
about the lack of will,
to be a father.
There are those who understand,
and those who don't.
My father wasn't there,
and I don't care,
even with the reveal
that my dad and father weren't the same,
and what would it matter,
if to life events they came?
I had hate fill my heart,
for Men I didn't really know.
life has raised me,
my Mother kept me out of gangs
with a library card
and hindsight is perfect,
unlike the thought process of some Men
who pick things that are hard
for me to follow.
others to suffer,
to not be there for their own.
Read this line,
stay for your son.
I'm trying to save people grief,
I'm trying to get to you
with the words of this piece.
Take it from me."
sunset blossoms with hues
to awaken loves heart
Lavander , tangerine skies, blues
colors awakening spark
Open those lashes and reveal
what closed eyes hide
Like a curtain indoor conceals
the beauty that is outside
Let love be born as sunset falls
and let passion inside
Feel the beams of heaven call
and fill your soul with pride
Solitude is such a beautiful thing
Confine the body, let imagination run free
The world takes you away from me
I reclaim you in my isolation
O what joy in unfettered expression!
I can uncork my emotions, pour them out without fear
I imagine you drunk with that emotive wine
That timbre of your voice that resonates in my soul
Ah! Ecstasy has so many sublime forms
Your dark, sultry eyes pierce my soul
Mesmerized, unable to even blink
Drawing close almost imperceptibly
That gravity unleashing a torrid, breathless storm
The craving to give competing with a hunger to receive
Consideration, impetuousness, love, passion
Whirling together at impossible speed
Body, mind, heart and soul; indistinguishable
Until the climax of cataclysmic proportions
I cry out your name from depths unknown
The sum total of articulation in that moment
All words forgotten in that flash of dying
My spirit awakens from that little death
And you’re not there anymore, but I smile
Because I can call you back again, and again
Not the turning of the seasons
Nor the phases of the moon
It’s a thing everlasting
An unending heavenly tune
Not a flood that subsides
When the source is spent
It’s a spring that gushes
Whether there’s drought or rain
Like a color it dyes the heart and soul
Throw cold water, it turns to steam
How do months or years matter?
When you are all I see, all I dream
So many legends, stories aplenty
But we are reinventing true love
With my utter longing, your agonizing restraint
We’ll teach love a thing or two about love
"Don't hate me,
hate the game.
that's what Two told her.
And it was hard,
catching her slight stumble,
a drink-fueld anger
that led from a bitter mood
to a bowl of noodle.
how angry she was and to see
such a beautiful person be hurt.
Beautiful, as in face?
Reader, I write about the heart,
the beautiful mind she has.
So we were there, months ago,
being there for her,
another writer like myself,
another one who skates on longboard.
Bored, we weren't,
listening to her spill the beans
on what Two was lacking about.
Even more comical?
and to see my Brother
have unexplained disdain.
I was happy for her,
my relations with One
solid as we talked and gave each other
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle handshakes.
One and she did,
but not in a negative light,
my friendship with One bright as ever.
The daily visits
to the land of pink hue,
the store with prim and proper
sundresses for grandaughters
slowly played the story along,
of what was and was not meant to be
between her and Three,
and though it wasn't messy,
the whole thing just ended,
as things do, less she
begin to stress
over lost space.
Pace the room and imagine,
the comical bit of time that passed,
as we all sat,
the corner of the regulars,
surrounded by students,
book readers, business workers,
coffee makers and a poet.
Her arrival, I immediately know it
with her warm greeting,
the room moving in many pieces
as regulars and customers spill
in and out,
and while out goes coffee and money,
in goes the situation slowly growing;
Two walks in,
sitting to work,
and the entire room glances at her,
the cheeks of said girl turning
the color of tomato,
and only to burn brigther!
And it is done,
as in walks One. The room knows,
and laughs at the interaction,
or lack thereof.
And to myself,
I though it could not get more awkward,
but alas I was wrong,
before it hit me,
here we have just in Three,
and the room audibly laughs.
They know it too,
Two packs up and walks out,
but not before side glances and knowing smiles
pass between regualars and the beautiful girl
who has her face buried.
Eventually Three buys coffee and goes,
and One is off to his next shift
and then, like a gift,
we all burst out in loud uproar
of how hilarious it all was,
her smile apparent now
as she lets out some relief.
how sometimes we are
as a social species.
Makes you wonder,
back to your own
awkward social interactions,
something I condone
we all should experience,
it makes life colorful.
Just like the cheeks
of those tht blush!"
O God let me lose this battle
Let it be a test of my mettle
For her smile is worth my life
I asked for a miracle before
Then make it a miracle supreme
But let it be the one of her dreams
Was it fate?
Or a bad day
That would make
You the only way
I've been here
But its fear
I loved you then
I love you now
Again and again
I wonder how
Its been years
Since we were friends
There are no more tears
But this wont end
And a perfect chin
Your perfect stare
Eyes without sin
Smile like wow
Body so hot
You have no foul
By a long shot
I feel a little creepy
Because I still think of you
I get weepy
The story isn't new
I tried long ago
To win your heart
But now I know
Time is just the start...
My soul mate
How wonderful is our fate
That today we are but one
In love and all life can bring of fun
Layla, my true love; my life
What will life be without your smiles,
That glisters more than the sun shines!
May our love beget bountiful fruits, I pray.
Fruits of joy that comfort the eyes;
Thus, let us persevere at times of ups and downs,
With faith strong in Allah, our hope lies.
While our love on earth is nothing
But a glimpse of immortal love; unending
Where our love will grow taller than the skies
And expand more than what has ever been conceived by the eyes
Innate is the red color of the rose
It blooms and withers in that hue
Can a red rose ever turn to yellow?
Though the air asks, as a price for the dew
How do you fall in and out of love?
Said the poet, lovers are in each other all along
Know, my love, you are the only one in me
In my quest have I journeyed hard and long
If I must, I can love you from afar
Though my passion runs deep and strong
There’s no choice but to worship in the heart
When the temple of love is out of bounds
I am heavy with the rain of love
Let me pour forth unrestrained
Before the relentless sun of providence
Dissolves and scatters me to the winds
Use my hands to build the palace of your dreams
I will prowl the walls to keep you secure
I know, you will be in other arms
But it’s not love if having you is the only allure
‘Tis true, your heart is the summit I seek
But not with pity, certainly not with favor
This mountain I climb carrying only the truth
The resplendent, pure, beauty of my love