Before Blog...
Before I was nothing
Life -- a transient maze,
always recognizable never obscured.
Until I met him
He became my cross
To deny selfishness became my sacrifice.
My consumption was his delight
His mortality --- mine
His happiness unfolds like the morning rose.
His gift was life
His love, my obsession
His warmth, my desire.
The vital existence of my lifeline
depended on his gift.
For if there was no sun...
no plants would blossom.
Copyright ©2006 DA
Writing as an outlet has given me so much pleasure and I marvel at times at the words I write. I've always been told to surpress your past and move forward with your future but the past is my inspiration for all my writings. I can now look back at some personal penned writings and smile when I think of all the hurt and pain I’ve been through and seeing it expressed in poetry brings about a certain healing. This is my life and I offer a part of me to you.
It’s been a long time since I’ve penned my words on paper or computer for that matter. My days now are dismal and spirits low for I was caught up in happiness in a foreign land with a foreign man and for the life of me I truly did not see sadness creep in and obliterated what I thought, and quite frankly it was obliviously only me that thought that I had finally found home and there was no place like that home, our happy home. But that’s another story, another time with an insanely sane educated brother that in retrospect made common sense seem uncommon. (check out my boy-- Jay Jay's -- writing in a previous post --- The Death of Common Sense) It always seem to be that the more my feelings are dampen and hurt this repress aggression that I keep locked inside only erupts when my relationships have ended and there’s a need for me to grieve and thus leads me to vocalize in writing as therapy.
Sitting by the window seat onboard Delta flight 6356 in seat 7A making my way to the country of my birth I stared aimlessly at the triangular stream of never ending white beams shooting out like a prism as they penetrated the white cloudy sky. Without even realizing its beauty and the transforming awesomeness of the moment, I was lost in my thoughts and invisible tears. Why? I continually asked myself am I in this position again. You would think that on the verge of forty my years of experiences would have taught me about vulnerability and its affects on the human soul. Love has this incredible tranquilizing ingredient that intoxicates the soul and unbeknown to you it permeates your soul and causes you to do things that you would not do ordinarily. So we landed at 6pm after traveling over the most beautiful emerald green seashore your eyes would ever see, the land of my home, my comfort zone.
I'm home...on the beach...this weekend...enjoying me.... You enjoy you this weekend...
Shout outs to Jay Jay...Savvy101...Jerry in Lilburn...and "My Prince"...
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." - Henry David Thoreau
Life -- a transient maze,
always recognizable never obscured.
Until I met him
He became my cross
To deny selfishness became my sacrifice.
My consumption was his delight
His mortality --- mine
His happiness unfolds like the morning rose.
His gift was life
His love, my obsession
His warmth, my desire.
The vital existence of my lifeline
depended on his gift.
For if there was no sun...
no plants would blossom.
Copyright ©2006 DA
Writing as an outlet has given me so much pleasure and I marvel at times at the words I write. I've always been told to surpress your past and move forward with your future but the past is my inspiration for all my writings. I can now look back at some personal penned writings and smile when I think of all the hurt and pain I’ve been through and seeing it expressed in poetry brings about a certain healing. This is my life and I offer a part of me to you.
It’s been a long time since I’ve penned my words on paper or computer for that matter. My days now are dismal and spirits low for I was caught up in happiness in a foreign land with a foreign man and for the life of me I truly did not see sadness creep in and obliterated what I thought, and quite frankly it was obliviously only me that thought that I had finally found home and there was no place like that home, our happy home. But that’s another story, another time with an insanely sane educated brother that in retrospect made common sense seem uncommon. (check out my boy-- Jay Jay's -- writing in a previous post --- The Death of Common Sense) It always seem to be that the more my feelings are dampen and hurt this repress aggression that I keep locked inside only erupts when my relationships have ended and there’s a need for me to grieve and thus leads me to vocalize in writing as therapy.
Sitting by the window seat onboard Delta flight 6356 in seat 7A making my way to the country of my birth I stared aimlessly at the triangular stream of never ending white beams shooting out like a prism as they penetrated the white cloudy sky. Without even realizing its beauty and the transforming awesomeness of the moment, I was lost in my thoughts and invisible tears. Why? I continually asked myself am I in this position again. You would think that on the verge of forty my years of experiences would have taught me about vulnerability and its affects on the human soul. Love has this incredible tranquilizing ingredient that intoxicates the soul and unbeknown to you it permeates your soul and causes you to do things that you would not do ordinarily. So we landed at 6pm after traveling over the most beautiful emerald green seashore your eyes would ever see, the land of my home, my comfort zone.
I'm home...on the beach...this weekend...enjoying me.... You enjoy you this weekend...
Shout outs to Jay Jay...Savvy101...Jerry in Lilburn...and "My Prince"...
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." - Henry David Thoreau
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