I’ve got this passion,

for words and colors

So deep under my skin

That when I find myself

Running thin,

My hands beg

for more

Consistency.

In my craft.

In my chore.

My center,

Relentless.

Restless.

Released.

And

Found

Letters outbound

As the rhythm

Rhymes and curls

like purring from

the Panther’s mouth.

Silks layered and built,

Quilted,

Ironed out,

So the potency of my verbs will

Hit the crowd with the vibe

that it’s time

to chill out and stay a while.

The algorithm that

I’ve been fiddling with

is a little off the-

ticking-clicks

From the clock as it

Tick tocks like a pendulum

North.

East.

South.

West.

Taking breaths

That are as

expressive as

The abstracts

Left on my lungs

Like stained glass

Molded in place

With their colors

creating shapes.

On an inhale.

On an exhale.

Relentless and vested

to the goal

That has been gestured

To the front,

Imagine:

Lungs filled with air

The feeling of keeping your head high

Despite the sincere tumbling,

The rumbling that

Leaves us breathless.

For the heart.

For the soul.

We resurrect ourselves again.

Like a weed.

Resilience.

Growing under pressure.

And might I make the suggestion

That you choose not

To lessen the blow

Of the spotlight

Before we bow

At curtain call.

The mere

Things that make may

Make us fall

Is the way our shadows

converge with our toes

As we skip

Over the potholes

The goal is clear.

In Success,
There is fear.
But to conquer fear
Will skyrocket
The years you’ve spent
Shedding tears
over spilt milk.

Success is what
Helps you change gears.
And I see this picture now.
As we turn the
Steering wheel
In the opposite
Direction.

To run again,
Like wild life,
To laugh again like children.
To experience our
Own slice of freedom.
A reflection
In the piece of glass
We have divided
Ourselves within.

Within myself I reattach

The golden Twine

to the fishing line

That connects my arms

To my spinal cord.

I fasten them back together.

My hands fixated on the way

That words trickle

down and out my veins

Over river rocks and

To the riverbed

The words

attached are

The Confessions.

The Successions

of my heart.