Star

In the sky

A star sparkles

Forcing a bird to fly

Seen amidst the heavy clouds

Shining like a diamond, the bird glitters with the light

Of the star

Traveling

Across the horizon, across the vast sky

Of dreams, of hope

Landing where no one will land

One day

Power

I am power

Coming from the unknown

I shone

Through hardship and grief

Not knowing who or what I was

I dug out of that grave with my name

Engraved on the headstone

Of bitter fruit

You can’t break nor shake me

Not me or that power surge I was made out to be

Like lightning like fire

Life is all that I desire

To shine to radiate

To not be a minute late

In sending out energy

In sending out vibes

To even make people get inflicted with hives

I am power

Bursting through the seams

Of that cloth bound by the thread

Of time,

With rhythm and rhyme

Hope

Hope is man’s greatest resource, and without it we are lost. To hope is to have faith and belonging in a cause. 

In my life, time and again, I have hoped and have dreamed.  I know that God in one or many forms is great and is able to hear us from below.  It is just the time that makes us question God’s benevolence while hoping.  To wait is nerve wracking, with our faith then becoming less and less, and then us eventually losing our hopes.

God’s ultimate plan for us humans is to have hope though, and the biggest way God has showed hope is through time.  With each passing of the minute hand, a surprise is waiting for us, and through time, we are led to many surprises.  Time in the end is our biggest surprise!

Fire

 

Burning

From a single flame

Red rises

Until it reaches its maximum height

It forms, it contours

A shape

Emerges

Engulfed by heat, it rises

A burning passion

A sensation

Grips the earth

Forces from above

Drawn by the heat

Shapes this creation

Love

That from which has no explanation

It penetrates

Two individuals, One like the sun and one the moon,

This mystique, this charm

Forming

Heartbeats.

School

Seeing fellow peers

Catching up on big and small news

Hovering near a classroom

Organizing my notes for an upcoming class

Orchestrating people towards the right direction for a walking tour

Lulls me into the swing of life!

Flight

 

It was true, I hadn’t known you

Nor wanted to be

A person carrying a heavy fee

On my countenance, on myself

You came out of the blue though

Erasing all lost hope,

I became strong

I became confident

Knowing that you were right there with me,

I started to fly

Sure, there were times that my wings were stoned

So that I was knocked out of the sky

Crashing and bumping against the trees to the ground

Wings outstretched, face to the ground

You were there for those times though

Lifting me with your positive energy

I regained the strength to fly again

Having you by my side

We both were lifted into the air

Circling and hovering over hills,

Scraping the surfaces of the glassy blue waters

We flew to new heights

Never looking back on our sadness and miseries.

Three Seasons

Winter is…

Bleak,

Cold,

Depressing

I am,

Promising,

Warm,

Happy

With these two emotions, the autumn leaves fall off the tree.

Lonely Rose

A lonely rose waits at the edge of the water

Its stem to the vast blue, it waits to take root beneath the surface

Or to Float away
To some other land of hope.

Gloria Maxima

Silence is the loudness

The raging beat that amplifies my soul

Bringing me to my knees

In prayer

In solitude

The bells ring

In the nearby chapels

As angels raise me to my feet

Leading me indoors,

I am

Suddenly loud

Looking Glass

Rain falls as I sit near my window

With a looming cloudy day, I see no beginning

To this tainted state I am in

Just fear and loneliness

In the distance, I am watched

By a thousand eyes

I am lost

In a world of no meaning

No joy

No hope

I struggle to find solace

Here, within these barren walls

Beacon

With a quiver amongst the leaves

A baby bird prepares for flight

Not knowing where it will end up

He starts to fly

Over mountains and among oceans

This baby bird finds its wings

Playfully circling around the clouds, it doesn’t meddle with the sun

Like wax, the bird’s wings are delicate

Not wanting its life to end early, the bird flies

With one fell swoop, the bird lands

Across the glossy silvery surface of water, it catches fish

Its feet latched firmly onto the fish,

It flies to a nearby branch to feast.

With this routine of food and rest set, the bird journeys far

Until it lands on top of a lighthouse,

A beacon for wanderers and travelers alike,

As it rests and waits.

Berkshire Hills

The Rolling Hills

Of paradise

Is where I live

The sounds of birds,

That could be black, red, orange, yellow, and blue

Warms my spirit as they feed on our bird feeder

Trees that now have green leaves in the summer

Have orange, yellow, and green leaves in the fall

Having no leaves in winter,

The burst of green leaves again rejuvenates our souls in the spring

The air,

Vast and always smelling fresh

Hydrates this green land,

The birds, the grass, and the trees

Shaping the place I call home

Holiday

I journey

To the Center of the Earth,

There,

I find the crystal blue waters

Of Man…

Brushing against the emerald green shore

The sensuous feeling

Captures my soul as

Above, the seagulls call

My Name, my existence

I Journey

To the Center of the Earth

Strength from Hope

 

Dedicated to those we know with cancer, may all of our loved ones find peace.

Life

Once filled

With hope

With dreams.

Memories once at a door,

Now in the wind

Traveling among

Hills, over mountains.

Lives

Outside of hospital doors

Outside of laboratories

Waiting to hear of that illness

That takes millions, waiting

Whether to smile or frown

Waiting to celebrate another birthday

That we are invited to

Strength sees to it

That no one loses

That there’s a purpose

To everything, no one is left out

Without a chance, without a battle