I won't be the weak one,
Although when I think and speak
I may tweak some I'm just
Searching for reasons
To justify the swell.
I will ride the undertow
Sunken beneath bass lines 
And blunt tails
Intending to take it slow.
But I get a little excited sometimes, you know.
So when this undertow undoubtedly 
Washes me ashore
I'll be the imaginary statue 
Erected in my honor
Proudly saluting every fleeting
Emotion that sailed
Straight through my harbor.
You see, 
Harboring hatred is a trait
I forfeited
To make way for the minuscule moments and glimpses
Of human existence penetrating
Layers of jade and years
Of conditioning and I am successfully
Transitioning into persistently 
Acknowledging the raindrops 
As they hit the pavement and pop.
You see some people feel the rain
While others just get wet,
A wise Rastafarian 
Once famously said.
And I think on it all
Far too frequently for a quiet mind
But I've never had one of those
Not even after rolling papers
Intertwine and smoke fills my eyes,
Because I am accustomed 
To a constant consciousness
And I'd much rather this
Than nothingness
And thus I sit, contemplating 
Consequence 
Aspiring to avoid the guilt of 
Seasons past,
For I am past the point of
Punishment and pain ghosts and
I have plenty of pangs from all
The echoes
In my brain and in these
Rattled apartment's stains
It's not all in vain 
Life grows these varicose
Veins
Colored-in, crawling across the
Window panes 
Of the chamber where my soul remained
Through the bridge until the end of
The refrain.
I am in reign. 
I rock the crown.
I roll the dice when 
I am down
I try to think twice
Before I frown
I contemplate the value 
Of the men that I allow
To lay me down 
Now,
I am grown and I am proud
Because I am humble
And I'm not loud
Any longer,
I listen
To the subtle sounds of
Human respiration.
I am the incarnation
Of ancient incantations that
Shake down the walls which
Separate us all
All the way to the ground.
True power is found
Where unity resounds.

Some people wait until there are no more phone calls
or texts buzzing in through the day and night
until there are no ears to listen and arms to embrace
until there are no more whispers and lips to kiss
to appreciate a presence of love in their life
some folks wait until there's no more breakfast on bed
or the golden smile like the orange orb
of the dawn in their wake to light up their day...
to appreciate the effort invested even in just wearing a smile...
Some people wait until they walk along
the beach then look back and see only two footprints
where there once flourished two pairs,
to know that all animals need four legs
even **** sapiens, and that’s why they were trusted with two more
Some folks wait until the rains come with a ravenous miasma to reminisce
that they once had more than a coat to keep away the biting chills
some people wait until their soul is midst winter
to acknowledge the warmth that darlings do bring
Some fellows wait until there's a thwarting loud silence
where the rhythm of another heartbeat
and nagging little arguments once occupied,
until music is just a miserable reminder of the beautiful yesterday
to realize that they didn't dance enough when they
had the opportunity to do so... Some people wait until
the antagonist has skipped to another story to
know that every hero needs their antagonist
and sometimes the antagonists are so simply because they are misunderstood...
Some people wait until fresh air rather than an aroma
of a carefully prepared recipe welcomes them home to
see that a House isn't Home, love is the home
as home is laughter at the dinner table
and there isn't a better meal than a big loaf of humor
shared between two cautiously weaved intricate souls made for each other,
folks wait until they are driving emptiness
a neglected anthropoid once tried to fill with
the air of romantic praise and or criticism of the skills on wheels
to realize that the escapade isn't the drive, but voyaging with our world
for most of the journeys we make are more about self-discovery
than they are about cosmic exploration…
Do not wait until it’s too late to appreciate the value
Your loved ones add to your life… Always appreciate love
When it’s given and in the same way, give love when it’s needed…

this is forwarded to you
no one i know owns anything
and i don't think most people i know ever will
i'm tired of bewilderment and helplessness
i want so many thing to end soon
and i know anything is possible
in moments where everything is denied
but everyday clumsy stubborn beautiful ideas
wither and rot on the vine
i'm tired of this so called state of affairs
i'm calling an end to fear and paranoia and self-intimidation
i'm done watching the world spin, as if nothing is happening at all
i'm done waiting
this is dedicated to waitresses and junkies and carpenters
to secretaries and schizophrenics and alcoholics
to the imminent societal collapse
this is dedicated to girls kissing girls
boys kissing boys
boys kissing girls
and everything that falls in between
the future is as it ever was
uncertain, bleak, beautiful
for all we know, tomorrow they might arrest us all
listen closely to the movements
ascribe adequate weight to dissidents and whisperers
some hearts only keep on beating as long as you keep on listening
try to be free
try not to be afraid
no matter what they say
the end of the world will never come.

her,
she isn't like the rest.
wearing dark colors,
with the brightest of smiles
dreaming of the day when she fully loves herself
taking time to compliment everyone,
except for the girl in the mirror.
i know she wouldn't believe me
if i told her she's the prettiest lady i've ever seen
she may not be noticed by millions,
or as many people as she'd like to be,
but i notice her,
everyday.

Many paths have taken me on many roads! Wouldn't you like to know? 

But before I write this poem do you know your up from your bottom?

Do you have a place you can go wen confusion is all around your world? 

Now let me take you on this road of many paths that as far as I know only two people have been bold enough to go.

The storm may be asleep on the top of the ocean! Cuddled up tight warm and cosy at the bottom. 

Sometimes the bottom of the ocean is the only place to be, you see the storm at the top is filled with emotions lost in the winds. 

See that path coming up in the words that I write? That path has no end to its darkness lost in the night. 

So dark on that path my hands struggle to write, you can play hide and seek on this path but there's no were to hide.

Many paths so many questions? Many roots different destinies! They all seem to lead to that one place called love.

But wen you get there Love has left long ago sleeping on one of the other many paths.

JidosReality 4.2.17

Is there anything  more sad than the sun fleeing the day in the horizon?What have we done wrong to cause it to blend in with the night and shed its skin to become the moon? What have we done to make it flee and lay with the stars?" We lived through its rays, and walked through the days." many will say. Is it tired? Or is it simply trying to spark a conversation with something more...celestial? I hope that wherever it goes, the light follows. The shadows alone are enough to make me quiver, even under the light of the moon. I welcome the day as much as i welcome my dreams. I think i'm caught somewhere in between.

see me
the way i
see myself
with the waves of the sea
in my hair
and their song in my swaying hips
see me
the way i
see myself
with flowers growing
in my soul
see me
the way i
am