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Warm Sky

Posted on February 4, 2017 | Leave a comment

She laughs as she runs from me.

Screaming, “Daddy! Daddy!”

Happily.

The Sun brings golden rays to brighten her eyes.

Her smile turns frowns around.

Her laughs reach vibrations deep in the gut.

Strangers wave at her gaze.

They see Sky.

Powerful and embracing.

Warm and inviting.

A happy baby.

A child of love and light.

Protection becomes necessary, as soon as she is in sight.

Sky is everywhere when she is near.

An absence when she’s not.

She’s the youth we look up to.

A treasure placed on the top.

The fruit of my loin.

The apple of my eye.

I’m proud of my daughter.

My daughter loves me.

I cherish the human she has grown to be.

Originally published by Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

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When Sarah Smiled

Posted on January 16, 2017 | Leave a comment

When Sarah smiled, I smiled.

We share together.

Something we held forever.

Our bond.

Cherished.

Wished and merited with awards.

We’ve given ourselves so many times before.

When Sarah laughed, I laughed.

Formed deep in the gut.

Plunging me deeper within.

Turning other’s frowns into a grin.

This power, we honored.

Make flowers bloom from any scene.

Just being radiantly gay.

While growing positively lean.

When Sarah cried, I cried.

Sighed.

Broken inside.

The game we couldn’t choose.

Someone abused a space.

We empathized with their place.

Willing a stronger frame.

When Sarah died, I died.

Utterly deprived.

Leapt off the side of the rail.

She couldn’t contain the suffering of the world.

Lost the most when trying to host of the quake.

Felt it was the move to make.

When Sarah loved, I loved.

Showing others what we felt from Above.

Never really sure of price it would take.

Our love was in spirit.

Trying to commandeer it.

I feel when she’s near and trying to steer the wheel.

That’s how I can stand and fight the fight.

Wanting to ignite the passion within others.

I don’t want to smother another’s dreams.

We can be on the same team.

At least for the moment.

I choose to own it.

Time is short.

I don’t want to abort and miss any further gains.

Sarah showed me a better way to contain.

The feelings that we bare.

Sarah and I will wear.

What Sarah felt was real.

I choose the feel through her will.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

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Posted on January 10, 2017 in Words

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Posted on November 27, 2016 in Words

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Posted on October 29, 2016 in Words

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Strength to Stand

Posted on October 22, 2016 | Leave a comment

From the book Awakening My Captured Freedom:

Of conscious mind and effort, I stand.

Greeting the day head on.

Based in a realm of reapers and sowers.

I revel in the fury of opposition.

I have a thirst.

Miserable until quenched.

Based off sequential events.

Altering the direction of my emotions.

Paving the highway straight to an island.

Built for me to confide in.

Baring the cost of retribution.

It could be the solution to this holocaust.

Suppression isn’t the root of hatred.

Though many crave it.

Seeking initiates to find.

Hide away from caustic words.

The fodder is from others who stuttered.

Folks deal with the oncoming slaughter.

Dropped lower than possibly thought.

I wanted to climb out the pot.

Not wanting to exist on the same field shuffling.

My strength to push comes from knowing there’s little left.

Deathly scales shouldn’t be near my body.

It’s hobby is turning others into zombies.

I will compete against dead meat.

My life is for me.

Not for the masses to weaken me.

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Awakening My Captured Freedom

Posted on October 22, 2016 | 1 comment

I’d like to announce the release of my book of poetry,

Awakening My Captured Freedom!

Life surely has it’s moment’s and working towards the final product of this book has been a powerful experience. Ive been searching for greater ways of spreading important events and messages to people. Awakening My Captured Freedom is a combination of different scenarios and feelings that people experience. If someone else can relate to an experience, they can come to see one another as an ally instead of a foe. And at least know where they stand.

This book looks at various instances of people in bliss and pain. Often a single experience is a combination of both instances. This creates a complex set of emotions and dialogue. These experiences become interconnected with time and become a pattern. Many people struggle on a daily basis. Depending on the person, the struggle looks different. Bringing attention to a situation could help someone to overcome their struggle.

Regardless of the outcome, decisions are upheld through action and memory. Some decisions I was fortunate enough to be exposed to. Others placed a greater weight on me. I’m sharing experiences that have not completely healed. It’s part of my will to grow and show that many can overcome what lies ahead. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Once you realize the situation.

I want to use this book to highlight struggle and adversity. Sharing stories is an empowering method. You never know the route that a person takes to get where they are. But you can take the time to understand how they got there. People have to know what they are comfortable with handling and constantly look to expand their scope. It may be foreign and difficult being truly empathic of others at times, but keeping an open mind can help heal a broken heart.

This book is a reflection of those emotions that push us into the depth of humanity.

Purchase here: Paperback and Electronic

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