After every step,

I have to take another --


Yeah, with all my wits.

What has to do with God
is complicated, the mind
wants logic and does
not give up easily

searching for every beginning
reasoning
from a perfect creation
to the known world

the people, their inclinations
self-indulgence, curiosity
impatience and stupidity -
their immaturity

which gave them the opportunity
to become reasonable
to become adults
and to experience life

as it is

Children eat from the tree of life
At first, they don't know any others
then they don't dare right away

but eventually they taste
new fruits, carefully
When necessary, they are brave
and swallow it
with a wry face

This way, they learn to choose
between useful and detrimental
adapting their world a little
to their will and ability
using knowledge and inventions

Smarter than the smartest animal

i used to think
that i just had
awful luck.

the kind where you feel
like everything you do
is an inconvenience to everyone.
and you just can't seem
to stop
making things
go wrong.

like the other day,
i straightened my hair --
and it just started raining
the moment
i got outside.

or how last month,
i made a mistake at work
and just that moment,
my boss walked in.

or two years ago.
my best friend had left me
over a petty,
little,
stupid argument that
should've never happened
in the first place.

but i didn't just have
awful luck.

the puzzle pieces,
were slowly coming
together --
after awhile at least.
it never happens in the blink
of an eye.

i grew to love my natural hair.

the borders of it
were first,
slowly forming --

i still had my job.

clicking together.
i didn't pay any mind,
it didn't occur to me just yet
what was happening.

then the second border --

i met my best friend.

and i slowly began
to consider the idea
that there was
a meaning for this.

no, i'm not sure
if i believe in heaven
or hell,
or if theres a lord above.

but i do know
someone's there
either way.

putting together
everyone's puzzles.

A fruit finds
a home in my heart.
It grows without concern;
its stems branch out
into my lungs.
It seeps away
the breath that lay within,
it curses my throat
and opens my tongue.

I weep and tear away at it,
hoping to free my being
from this Eve manifest.
I sound the drums in my chest
and wake the roar that sleeps.

I shall not feel you again…

Why do i write?
To help me through the sleepless nights?
What do i gain?
A way to verbally share the pain.
How does it help?
Gives me a way to express myself.
Poetry gives me a way to share my many thoughts
and the many battles that I've fought.
Why do I write?
Just because it feels so right.