As I approach the bottom of the hill nearing the center of the metropolis, there now appears to be a need to capture the silhouette gazing out the window at the unaware passersby. The thoughts which at those moments inhabit that creative mind could probably cure the world of its ills or maybe they’re as mundane as retrieving the daily paper at the end of a driveway. Either way, the sight would be something to capture and preserve as only a photograph can do, giving the opportunity to incite a thousand thoughts of wonder and one clear thought of beauty that only comes from watching someone being human like nobody’s watching.
At times, I retreat to the universe we created
marvel at the galaxies that were born from that intense heat
emanated by the passion while sculpting that love.
A love cultivated in uncertainty however as real as matter,
providing energy for two celestial bodies
that when together like protons, electrons always cause explosions.
A man has no yearning
To visit Mars when he’s been to Venus.
He’ll forever be enslaved
To the dilation and constriction
Of the Iris experienced when the Zenith is reached.
Leaving him green with envy
Navigating in a sea
As vast as Jupiter’s red spot
The return to earth is always bitter sweet
Have to rely on the 5 senses
Until our orbits trajectories meet
Knowing the one thing that’s crystal clear…
When you know someone so well that you’re alerted of their presence by the sound of their footsteps, it’s impossible for them to walk out of your mind.
You think this is a game?! I attempt to write shit down but it doesn’t feel the same, as if by using pen and paper you wouldn’t feel the pain, want to give you raw emotions but I’m no Big Daddy Kane. If you hear what the heart feels would you think I’m a lame? or would you lift me up in fame? Fuck the fame!! Wouldn’t want to end up like Janis, Jimmy and Kurt Cobain… I’m too much up in my brain, crawling through shit like Andy Dusfresne, with the need to live a life that’s not mundane. In the end, just want to know that my efforts were not in vain thus leaving you feeling my emotions like a bullet through your brain.
The morning arrives ushering in a continuation of last night’s thoughts. Thoughts of strength, intelligence and beauty, all wrapped up in a most beautiful package. A package that contains an abundant supply of smiles, hopes and dreams. There will be smiles, because it has been pure, powerful and sweet. Hope, as hope strength will give. They say “when you stop dreaming you stop living”, there will be dreams, dreams powered by hope as we are not ready to leave.