Absolute Center – Original Poem

He looked to the clouds
A perfect parade of fluffy joy

Are they an illusion shedding darkness on our light or a ladder to the heavens where the blind will finally see?

He have lived a life without vision
Surroundings manifested in the mind
An ecosystem of a world believed to be true

This is the con
The great ruse

What has become of this truth so cleverly hidden under layers and layers of disguised imagination?

In a world of never ending fantasy; where white is black and black white
We are launched into a rainbow of glitter and sparkles
A playful place where laughter cures

The concrete playground now a bed of marshmallows
The stone walls broken without boundaries
The lust of a hidden love now released

He touches her perfect body with his mind
Penetrating her soul without the need for words
Swimming for the heart; led by the warmth of her pulsating stream of blood

Slipping away into the point of utopia just beyond the retina of her eyes
He closes his eyes to finally see

The light gets brighter
All planets in movement coming together
The infinite universe converging to one singular point

This man
This woman

Absolute center

2003 – The Last Relevant Year

“Hilary Clinton has a sustainable public opinion lead for the next presidential election with Jeb Bush lagging far behind.  In an interview, Al Gore said he was thinking of running again.  When asked why, he responded by saying “He had a name from the 90’s.” – Conan O’Brien

While I was doing some light spring cleaning given it is the beginning of a new season of flowers and warmth, I found my high school report on Wyoming.  With no help from the non-existent internet, I wrote to the Department of Commerce and received flyers, stickers and postcards and all the information a young geography student would need.  So I filled out my index cards, taped a collage of stickers and cards and wrote the best state report ever.  It was a work of beauty.  I even created a mock itinerary of a trip I took there.  Finally, I drew a kick ass map.  Before you ask, of course I got an A.  How is this relevant to 2003, given that this report was written about 200 years before that?  Clearly, the internet was already around by 2003 and the peak of AOL chat rooms were already gone.

In 2003 and 2004 we began to lose our will to live.  Dreaming became a hashtag, Ambition was consolidated to 140 characters and connecting became playing WarCraft with a teen geek 3000 miles away from you.  The world as we knew it lost its identify.

Here is how the downfall transpired: 

May,  2003 – Linkedin is Launched.  The workforce is now online.  Man your cubicles
May 23, 2003 – WordPress is released.  Now we can all finally have an opinion.
January, 2004 – Myspace is in our face
January 4, 2004 – Gmail begins a world of spam
February, 2004 – We’ve been Fickr’d.  Smile!!!!
March 1, 2004 – Facebook rears its ugly head beginning a decade of alienation, depression, loneliness, narcissism and more….
October, 2004 – Yelp disguises food reviews with a cult online community
December 5, 2004 – Do you DIGG it?
February, 2005 – YouTube is on the air.  Everyone smile!!! You are an instant celebrity
July, 2005 – Mashable becomes the gossip column for the geek and later hipster community
September 2, 2005 – Facebook invades high schools
July 15, 2006 – The little blue bird Tweets his way into the spotlight
October 4, 2006 – WikiLeaks brings espionage into the mix
May, 2007 – I think we Stumbled Upon something new
May 24, 2007 – Facebook allows developers to add games to the platform (rut row)
July 29, 2007 – IPhone lands on Earth and we will never be the same
March 11, 2009 – Foursquare is now making it easier for robbers to know when you are out

There are thousands of studies, articles and observations every day focused on increased cased of depression, our inability to communicate in a live setting, obsession with our smartphone, constant need for gratification on our social profiles, peer pressure to belong to some online community, increases in infidelity, emotional numbness among millenials, apathy toward religion, cyber stalking and a lost sense of value and respect.

I don’t need to repeat it.

I often found myself reverting back to shows like Ed and Becker and wondered why.  I thought for some time it may have been because it was the last time my mother was alive.  I also think subconsciously, it was the last time I remember feeling and connecting with others with emotion and passion.

On the evening when President Obama announced the death of Osama Bin Laden, I was at a bar on King Street in Charleston.  The news was leaked to me by a student sitting once bench over just before the live press conference (his friend was interning in Washington, but don’t tell anyone).  As he took the podium,  the bar got silent and then a huge cheer and group clap ensued.  The bartender closed the television and then bought a round of shots.  It was a Sunday, so it wasn’t crazy busy.  Five minutes later, we were all talking about beer, girls, sports and school.  It was an immediate and absolute reaction.  No time to let it sink in or absorb.

When 9/11 hit, I remember every minute of the next 72 hours and what it meant to me, my family and friends.  That night, I sat on a rock and looked up at the sky and heard nothing.  No planes anywhere.  It was a surreal moment of deep reflection.

I don’t think we reflect anymore.

I wish we could all experience pre-2003 one more time and for those that never have, it was a wonderful time for humanity.

Dear Lover – Original Poem

Dear Lover,

Our first kiss took away my innocence
Raw and untouched, now forever basking in your scent

Like a candle on the sill during a stormy night, my light of curiosity extinguished
I can taste your soul on my lips
Wet and warm

On this cross I wait for a truth to awaken me
I am no saint; nor a savior
Just a mortal
Surviving on each breath
A thought, an action, a dream

Our time here in this place is borrowed from the hands of a great unknown
But this is my time; my place; my destiny to be made

You are my guiding force
A seed planted at birth
Now sprouting into my vision

With the sun in your eyes
The hymns of the prophets flowing from those sinfully soft lips
The feel of an angels wings in your fingertips

A life of meaning found
Hidden in a treasure chest for so long
Your footsteps the key
Unlocked
You are released into my arms

I have discovered this
A million instantaneous moments colliding right in the blink of an eye

You are my eternal tranquility
At peace with this embrace

Kiss me my lover
In time, this body will wear
This skin will age

Inside I will feel the love that entered my being on that fateful day
The day you brought me down from the cross and kissed these undiscovered lips

Truly, Madly, Deeply – Original Poem

What if?
What if?
What if we were meant to be together, hand in hand in a circular dance to last for all time?

In a world deeply yearning for Romeo and Juliet and happily ever after, we are victims of a love more powerful than life
In this celestial body we are immortal

A love that has ripped us away from reality slid us down a rainbow to the ocean blue and welcomed us with open arms
Destiny sprinkles magic on two souls
A glimmer; a touch

A lifetime is only a minor sacrifice to wait for a love like yours

Truly, madly, deeply
I will wait for you

In a prayer captivated by a promise and delivered with a kiss I am penetrated
Through the words delivered in a whisper from high above my humble grounds, I am moved to tears of joy

I fall fast
I fall deep
In a free fall I can only rely on faith that you will be there

To crash and shatter would be my justice

In a miraculous fusion, my broken body will melt together through the spirit of my soul
My conviction to you and the home you have created will heal me

Truly, madly, deeply I am yours forever

Barbed Wire Playground – Original Poem

Billboards of Jennifer Lawrence surrounded by the art of the streets
Garbage cascading in piles at the edge of the streets
The sounds of laughing children playing alongside cars racing without regard
Remnants of rain populating at the edge of a dirty street are the only pool they will see

Stop, Listen, Stare

There is beauty in poverty

Families find faith in hope
A better world to come
Slums infested north of the tracks
Without roofs, without electricity
Squatters find refuge and rebuild
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Communities rise from the ruins to avoid another night on the streets

Stop, Listen, Stare

A child with limited oral skills cries “Money, Poor, Help” in Spanish while his family sleeps on a sidewalk shared with rats
He doesn’t know much, but he knows survival is all he will ever know
Holding out a hand cut and grimed; praying for a peso or two to translate to a meal
A day measured only in nutrition and water
No crying; too weak

Stop, Listen, Stare
It follows at every step. We turn our heads, close our eyes and pretend
We cannot pretend any longer

Stop, Listen, Stare

Good Morning Son – Original Poem

Good morning son
Someday, we will sit down and talk about this day
The day that changed my life forever

Through the years, you will see rain and thunder
Feel pain and hurt
Reflect on a time when you crawled into my arms for safety
Tears were playful and had no consequences

You will struggle through the maze of life,  getting cuts and bruises along the way.
In unexpected moments, you will be amazed by the love you find along the way
Your mind will fuel uncertainty and you will compromise

I will be there along the way
Advice, hugs and maybe a little laughter

Good morning son

The world is in front of you now
No memories to hold onto; no regrets to look back upon
Soon you will know the experiences you have lived will impact you

For now, you are my little miracle

Good morning son
Good morning son

Today, let’s play

Masquerade – Original Poem

Life is a masquerade
Each year, new layers added, hiding the gross skin of imagination and fearlessness
Once filled with love; swallowed by the concrete shell of maturity

The ball is endless at birth
A soiree of gowns and suits dancing below the glow of the chandelier
Weary and tired, the crowd grows sparse
Faces no longer recognizable

Endless moments of infinite flux colliding in a million explosions
No pain seen through the darkness of the mask
A masquerade; enchanted and wrought with elegant mystery

Blackness shades the pupils
No tears to wipe away the layers of makeup covering the Lord’s sculpture
Penetrable no more
Zombies now

We answer to no one and everyone
We fear a voice
We listen for our call

The music dims with the light
A masquerade once now a funeral of lost spirits

To seize the moment when dreams are an extension of reality
To ride this wave of perfection when fear is power and risk becomes legend

It once was a time when hopes and spiritual enlightenment was all we knew
Paints, words, pictures were the canvas of our hearts

Now a masquerade
Disguised from a world we once knew

Behind this mask, the truth is revealed
A body that houses love
A face that shines