Twenty Four

Turning twenty-four is nothing more 

than a frame that holds a door. 

My eyes are fixed upon a 

job that I struggle to seek 

a couple months before 

I reach my peak. 

The only baby I still cradle,

is my pot of creativity 

that I stir with my ladle.

As time passes by, I dream

of my highs while riding 

in my lows because reality

is originality, and fantasy

is a mask in disguise. 

War-Blooded

War-Blooded

Coming down like a lost boy in the woods, 

does he discover other Titans belonging

in the hoods. 

Stumbling onto a handprint covered in blood,

is a court and his throne all shaped 

in dry mud. 

Let him grab his axe to let out his roar, 

and when he beats his chest, it's his 

time for war. 

A Big Game

A Big Game

I talk a big game, but I feel I'm lame. 

Cause every day's the same, which puts 

me to shame. It makes me feel like shit,

causing me to feel unfit, even the pros 

make me feel gaslit. I should be out by 

now, making a name, but I don't know 

how, despite wanting no fame. In the end,

it's not the presence I want known, but the 

absence I want seen. 

Friction

As soon as that rocks cracks, 

it's just another pebble. 

But that very little pebble 

also goes through fiction. 

And that very little pebble 

that goes through friction,

will understand its true 

potential... as a gem. 

The "Life" Series

Still Life

There is a cold breeze

sifting through the air;

a sleepless silence that passes

by day and night;

trees that remain solid and 

firm like a statue;

while their leaves dance to

this breeze... and wind. 

This is a still life, 

after all. 

Shelf Life

Not long before confining myself in this box, 

I was out there, sitting in a desk... observing 

things: books neatly stacked in one moment, 

but checked out the next moment. A woman 

dressed in black and light blue, seated and on her

phone; a cubical, a front desk, and three people

moving in silence. 

Everything out there changes and waves like

a river at night. But now that I have confined

myself in this box, there is no smell, except 

my hand and its touch of smooth wood. The 

green and brown grass stands still as the flurries 

descend down from this chilled moment. 

Gravity

Gravity

Surrounded by an asteroid field

that doesn't seem to sleep, 

I float around stars and space 

trying to make that first leap. 

One asteroid is plump, the other 

is of tude, the third is buff, and the 

last is a newbie. 

Then there's me: the floater, 

who dubs himself, the "noter."

who watches everything in silence 

and witnesses the most violence. 

So I can't close these words like

an empty sky full of birds. 

I'll just leave it right here

to go catch a beer. 

Bussers

Some people walk forward,

others people walk backwards.

Some say hello,

others say goodbye.

Some skins return to regroup.

Others return to disorient.

But what was supposed to be, 

resulted in lessons learned. 

Then, there is blood…

who can never be replaced. 

There is blood,

through calms and storms. 

Bloods are blessings:

blessings earned, 

blessings given, 

and blessings received. 

Never lose faith in Yourself, 

never lose character in Yourself, 

never lose health in Yourself 

and never lose faith in Him.