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heart holderquesting, seeking, learning
small fingers reach out
run across his mothers face
seeking answers to his questions
his hand is so small in mine
i hold it as he jumps down steps
i let go as he runs off
tripping, falling, catching
dirty hands, colored brown with dirt
sticky hands, from holding candy
precious hands, holding tight
before letting go, exploring
tiny fingers, warm palm
helping him explore the world
clutch his juice, his blanket
before settling between us
one small hand beneath his cheek
one curled beneath his chest
yet somehow, as we fall asleep
both of those hands rest on my heart
Lifelife is like a book, time is its chapters
the past is memories to guide us through the pages
the present is a gift, to be cherished and enjoyed
the future is a question, to be filled in as we read
life is like a song, varied and pulsing
you can sing along or you can dance alone
every second counts as every beat slips by
there's no good or bad, only how you play the song
life is like the sky, untouchable
reaching forever even after it's gone
a small touch and lives are changed
influence lasting beyond the years
life is like a wall
an obstacle in the path
will you climb it or stop?
every walls gonna crumble eventually
life is like a family
unnoticed, hated at times
but always there for you
to catch you when you fall
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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