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Haiku; Breath

Tasty air breathing

transcending the hungry mind

Meditating starts.

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Pondering

Ever feel like you’re just floating? Like, you’re not sure if you’re coming or going? What’s up with that? Is it some kind of mental awareness I lack? Is it that I’m being whack? Fake diagnosing myself- a quack?

I know I’m better at certain things and I’m terrible at others. I like painting and writing, though I do like another. I like winning. I’m better at succeeding.

Setting goals and knocking ’em down, like bowling pins.

Maybe not succeeding the first time, so it’s time for more spins.

We gotta stop being hard on ourselves. If we don’t succeed the first time, that’s fine, we’ll know the rules next time.

I say that for myself, as well. I’d rather gain valuable knowledge, which is swell. There’s also timeless experience, with no clocks or bells.

The goal is to change my negative beliefs and grow. Morphing into an Oscar winning actor – positively giving quite the show. I know life isn’t easy, and that’s okay. I’d rather be an action packed series, with a new storyline everyday.

Dear Father

Dear Father,

I miss you everyday. Growing up without you has been tough. I don’t know if I became the man that you would’ve imagined, but I definitely tried to become the best man that’s possible. It’s been an obstacle. Not knowing what’s right or wrong. Grief eating at me, cracks in a song. A kid broken, with words unspoken.

I loved you with all of my heart. Though, as a young boy, I never quite valued your attention. As a teen, I felt like I needed you for ascension. Body changing, emotions phasing, and mind racing. Questions that I had. Curiosities like a fad. Man, I was so mad. I needed you! I missed you! I cried to the sky with emotions of blue. Candle after candle, I wished, and blew. Nothing occurred, nothing new.

An adult I became, and the days got easier. I was able to go on with your teachings, pushed to the front of my mind. The light shining on me, and I was no longer blind. I did the best that I could. I observed. I learned. I defeated every obstacle, and gained new knowledge. You’d be proud, I released the bondage! I know you’re always with me, dad. I’m no longer sad. My blood is your blood. I am your blood. You’re always with me. I’m accompanied, always, by your gift of red love.

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Soul of Entertainment

The spirit of soul, flowing through the body. Like a one-on-one with Aretha Franklin – a voice so Godly.

Without the sight of performing arts, the world would be one less shade. The Giver would be born, and we’d have to behave.

That’s no fun, as we all like to boogy. The enchanting sound of rock n’ roll, empowering us to play hooky.

Euphoric tones and refreshing melodies. Colorful orchestra and Boys II Men symphonies. Magical keys and Mariah Carey harmonies. Beautiful melodic bands, graduating from Phil Collin universities.

Entertaining and free like hippies. Rhythm and blues making us giddy. A special kind of art, that continues to involve. An expressive type of art, that’ll always evolve.