No Regrets/No Sweat

I know it has been awhile since I last posted a note on my blog, but college is merciless! Although, I will be resuming posting updates, I just wanted to make a quick announcement that I’m very proud of. The announcement is that some of my poems have been published in a book called “Making Waves”!! I am very honored and excited to have the opportunity to have my writings published! I’d like to thank my publisher, Swyers Publishing, my family and friends who have supported me, and last but not least GOD. I could not pick up a pencil without His Love and omnipotent Hand in my life. If you’d like a copy of the book it is available to be ordered from Barnes & Noble (click on the photo), Amazon or Swyers Publishing website.

Thanks for all the support!!

A colorful musician
Wanna tell it all
color is in position
Painted on the wall

Blind folded from fear
Truth clear as ice
I’ve traveled far and wide
You are my paradise

Indecisive to sit or move
Remedy to my addicition
Swivel and face me
Break my strobe light conviction

Kiss between my flicker
Too dizzy for reasoning
Put us in a pot of luck
Our love needs seasoning

Banging on a wall
Sun shines over the blinds
Light pierces your heart
Can’t get you outta my minds

Meek my shirt is to the wind,

swaying me here and then.

Coiled around a finger,

disguise the pain that lingers.

Turn to the right,

the blade burns with a bite.

Shuffle to the left,

search for comfort on my left.

One hundredth time in my mind,

the pain is real enough to find.

I’ll admit I’m submissive,

only because I’m permissive.

Pains and aches can be gone with the sea,

but ride a wave back from the sea.

It could slap my sixth string,

quickly, seductively, only to sting.

It crawls on me like a woman,

steals my comfort like a woman.

Unlike a woman, they won’t run away.

Unlike a woman, they will stay on any day.

Shoulder pains on my sleeve,

won’t be gone till I freeze.

Meek my shirt is to the wind,

swaying me here and then.

Coiled around a finger,

disguise the pain that lingers.

Hiatus

Hiatus till I can find another year

Hiatus, I quit

Hiatus till I can find my own year

Hiatus, I quit, I’m done

Hiatus till I can find a brighter year

Hiatus, I quit, I’m done, now to learn

Hiatus till I can find another year

Hiatus, I quit, I’m done, now to learn from gold

Hiatus till I can find my own year.

The request has been sent,

To be all over it.

Shot from behind,

through space and time.

To my brothers, sisters and islands they harbor,

send a blanket to fall at these vibrant parties.

To be all over it,

send it to the little being.

Inhabiting the bin beside the washer and dryer,

she believes that evil is above her.

Send Your red quilt to her,

to be all over it.

Possessed by claps of hands on walls,

is it You we hear in that room?

Our fingers interlocked with others,

no escaping the blanket when it falls over our eyes.

To be all over it,

for it to be all over.

A quilt knitted for three,

for her, I and You in us.

When I search for her threads,

I may as well be in misery.

Call her to clinch my eyes in understanding,

that You will always be all over it.

The world is cold,

Its riddles are even colder.

To be all over it,

I beg You to cover the skin.

What man can yell in rage,

You will be all over it before its all over.

Amen.

I’m losing control,

but leave it on the ground, please I beg you.

I have trouble getting over,

those letters they use.

Could it fry my brain?

Tell me I ain’t insane.

Never the same old song.

I know it, although my homies say…

I don’t know what it is!

I’m in a pandemonium, a tumult!

I yell, “You there, begone!”

I no longer miss that face in that place.

I’m losing control!

Save me from the flood,

where we swam in fire and brimstone!

Unwound me from her wooden spool.

I’m in a pandemonium, a tumult.

As men are strong, it is said.

But, all I see is fire and brimstone.

Can I please just go to bed?