POOJA...WHAT IS SADNESS?

Sadness is the icy surface of the linoleum floor

Pressed against my monster thighs

As I fester in the corner of the school runway

Of lockers and rooms scattered with knowledge

That’s just collecting with dust

Because no one gives a damn to read them

To absorb like a yellow sponge

The verses of Pythagoras and Shakespeare

That washes across the pages like an ocean on the summer sand

I’m just watching the faces of my peers

All smiles, all laughter, not a care in the world

Their eyes stare past me like I’m nothing more

Than a cloud of air in a n early sunset

Or a ghostly spirit hovering over

The graves of those who had robbed their breath

Because they too were seen to be constructed by

The paint and brick of the gates we call ‘The school Hallway’

I am very well alive

I am who I am

And I know they can see me

But they choose to blend me with the concrete

Of the walls my back rests upon

I am a smudge left behind

By the pearly white eraser on a smooth sheet of paper

Scattered with slashes and doodles of flowers and hearts

They think I am ignorant

That I don’t understand what they’re doing

But the stabbing in my heart

Is enough for me to comprehend

I am alone

I am alone

I AM ALONE

And no one can hear the plead in my soul

Just to receive a smile

Or even a tap on the back

Just to know that I exist

Just to know that my heart pumps through my flesh

In this mad jungle of teens

Who think they’re the school’s Hippolyta

Because they have a thousand and one subjects

Who they think are their friends

But really are NOT

They were just looking for someone to be with

And were lucky enough to be accepted

I am not one of them

I am stuck here

In the corner of the hallway

Under water

Finding an open space to breath

The sorrow inside of me fighting to burst out

But I swallow it in

Because I cannot ruin the little armour I have left

It has been beaten, dented, and shamed of its shine

But what remains is my only hope

To not be devoured by the cheetahs that run

But no matter my strength

I can’t help but ask:
When you turn around and look me in the eye

BROTHER CAN YOU SPARE ME A HI?

PLEASE DON’T SEE ME...

He’s vicious

Filled with chocolate and almonds

Strutting around, hunting

Seeking for a timid soul

Shaking in their boots

As if a chilly summer breeze is among the air

But all in the atmosphere is sound

It is simply the sight

Of the familiar scene

Of the giant who lives atop of the beanstalk

Stomping dawn and dusk

Searching for his pure delight

We are peaceful

And we are honest

But his eyes burn

Of gory and fear

And all we can do

Is pray

And hope

That he doesn’t see us hiding

Song Writing*: I Ka Barra by Habib Koite

Song Writing*: I Ka Barra by Habib Koite

I am on an empty street

Dancing

Just dancing away

I’m not sure what I am doing

Or who may be watching me from their houses

Wondering if my mind has been ubducted

From who knows what

I just dance

And let the rhythem of my heart

Lead the way

I’m not sure what will come tomorrow

Or how I will deal with the problems of today

But right now

I am just dancing

Spinning

Running away from my life

And into my fantisies

Where there is no work

No responsibilities

Where I can just dance free

And sing my heart out

With my energy growing stronger and stronger

Instead of the other way around

I wish for a day

When we can all join together

And just dance the day away

And get along

Not worrying about the differences we all have

But instead just celebrating

What we all make up

A community

A world

A beautiful painting

That we can all make

Together

*NOTE: song writing is when I listen to a song and write what comes to mind at the moment I am listening.

THE WAYS OF THE STOMACH

Lucy was walking across the yard

She was feeling kinda dreary

Then a rush of fog swept in and

She found she couldn’t see clearly

She shut her eyes tight

And waved the fog away

She opened her eyes and jumped for joy

As she saw an ice cream sundae!

She began to run so she could engulf

That very large ice cream

But then she shot out of bed

It was only just a dream

So the moral of this poem

Is as clear as it can be

Make sure before you head to bed

You’re not feeling hungry!

Chocolate and roses (minus the roses)

Walks along the beach

While the sun bursts into a mosaic

Of orange, red, and pink.

Dinner on the top of the Eiffel tower

With the full moon up ahead

Shining so bright that no other source of light we need

Violins painting notes across the wind

To create a canvas of beauty

PA-LEASEE….

Love is a scam from the wedding business

Just a way to steal your wallet

Without you even noticing

Love is a way to diminish your brain cells

So that you could no longer think for yourself

When the diamond store tells you

She needs that 3 caret ring

Love is a big waste of time

Better spent eating cake

Drizzled in chocolate sauce

And topped off with a scoop of ice cream

Cause now that love is out of the way

You don’t need to watch your waistline

6:30 AM

A pool of silver

Shimmering in the white sunlight

I am blanketed by a frothy layer

Of dallops of whipped cream on a crystal blue plate

As soft as a mountain of rose petals

That brush along my cheek

Filling my skin with its subtle aroma

But then something hard and sharp

Pricks my skin

OW!

A thorn!

BANG BANG

The angels are angry

Banging their drums

CLASH BANG DONG DONG DONG

It’s a war

Between the moment and the future ahead

Only one action exists

That will end this dilemma

A button!

It lies so close beside me

Yet seems so far away

BANG DONG BEEP BEEP BEEP

Just a little farther…

CLASH DONG BEEP BEEP BEEP

I just have to STRETCH

CLASH DONG BEEP BEEP BEEP

And I hit it as hard as I can!

CLASH DONG BEEP-

All is quite in the room

Filled with mountains of homework and books

My eyes flutter shut

As weightless as a feather

That flew off the raven that soared over the horizon

As I am allowed just 5 more minutes

Of serenity

Thank god one invented the snooze button

The Sandbox

I am from miles
and miles of sand
which was only three meters really

And enclosed like a picture
but it was there I sat
alone
my hands submerged
in coins, leaves, keys, little soldiers
and miles
and miles of sand.

I couldn't go on the playground
'cause I'd have to run
to horribly have to huff hysterically
while the cats raced to the other end

Snickering under their breath

As I tried to run behind

To join in the world of happiness and belonging

they knew I would never keep up
my face was wet even when the sun smiled.

We were a population of a gazillion
and one
all the same, except me
the one
human
who's only friends
were the gazillion grains of sand.

It must be true
that opposites attract
for all the sand and I had in common
was the rain be our foe.

And all those who were like me
would never come near me.

I am from miles

And miles of sand

And although I have broken the gates

Sometimes I have to return

Home.

The Second Sunday of May

It was a cacophony of three dimensional forms
held together by an absurd jelly
that looked to be secreted from an alien.

Colours splashing from every corner I touched
as if I sat in the wig of the circus clown
that came for Lily's birthday
perhaps nothing stranger has ever been made.

The hands who crafted such a gift
stared at me with deep blue irises
waiting with anticipation
for a joyful reaction.

At most instances
I would have stared in disgust
with nothing more than a nod
and a clunk as it flew in the garbage
a smile grew thusly
on my visage.

For the every words that spoke "I love you Mommy"
Rested in my hands.

It’s all for the love…L-O-V-E (a lyric poem composed of MJ lyrics)

People always told me be careful what you do

When it’s close to midnight

They told me if you wanna be tough

You better do what you can

Because they don’t really care about us

I told them that I aint second to none

That the world is a better place for you and for me

But they are tired of injustice

Tired of the schemes

And they have not a clue when it’s all gonna end

But you can beat me, hate me

Cause you can never break me

And four walls won’t hold me tonight

So just show your face

In broad daylight

So I can get the message across

That yet you haven’t heard

I’m gonna make a change

For once in my life

But I can’t do it by myself

Love is a feeling

And since we are all a part of

God’s great big family

You know love is all we need

ON MY MOTORCYCLE

Time for moving on

I just gotta hold on

To the speed

Of the silver black phantom scooter

It’s my time

For the taste of freedom

To experience the roaring

I’m just gonna ride in style

Fast and furious

To get away

From all the pain

That walked by my side

I ride to beat all

Gaining speed as I go farther and farther

It tries to run behind

But it cannot catch up to me

Since I’m going many miles an hour

Im just going forward

Never looking back

Just heading for the future

Leaving the past behind

One block at a time

WHITE WORLD

The fluffy clouds in a crisp blue canvas

Looked like cotton balls

Soft to the touch

Yet rip apart

If you force them to

Looks like you can sit on them

But really you’ll fall through

It was there I saw

A snowflake

Ostracized in the heaven of blue

But wait

Look at its brothers and sisters

Following the little snowflake

Yelling ‘wait for us!’

The white light began to shine from the sun

It was there I see

A layer of untouched snow

As smooth as a fresh piece of paper

That has not a scratch in sight

A woman strands far away

Her eyes not daring to blink

The light in the seeker’s eyes

Show no sorrow

No joy

Simply calm

While I shiver in my torn boots

She’s still

She’s just

Simply calm