Experience and Lost Thoughts : The Wuhan Chapter

I want to feel on all dimensions of feeling Sublime I want to be submerged in deep waters Float I want to wake my life Breathe To be lost in the known To be part of That place so familiar Where there are smiles, moments, That real place That “it’s alright” place Where people say “it’s all good” That world so proverbial I know it sounds like home I want to be sensed From my hair down to my toes Felt I want the wind to know am there To burn me with its harshness Chap my lips, ash my skin Feel me I want the fires to put me out Extinguish The fiery anguish within me I have known it too tong Make me a powdery residue of my former Birth me Uncover me eyes Walk my feet Feel my tips Dry me clean Dust me up Color me I want it all I want it, everything in that place I want to dance on the water My skirts lifted, my torso bare, my feet wet Let me dance I want the water to spit me out I have been drowning for yea...

The wind blew hard, Cars swooshed past; Bicycles, people, swayed faster, And he stared. As we walked along, The old man with the bristly hair, Yellow but fair, He stared; At me…? In shock at first; Soon he realized, I was real, Just very dark, Darker than him, And so, he stared. We walked side by side, Slow, sometimes fast; Wrinkling the cold kissed skin, His neck motioned, Sideways, sideways, His eyes squinted open, The old man, He, Pretended not to see me. But together, we Snuck looks; One of wonder, The other of disbelief, Is he serious? Can he be mad? What is he looking at? I need to pull up my leggings? Damn, what is it, he wants? He just keeps looking… Once in a while; He gazes, Into the distance ahead, His patched coat from winters gone. Up, up, he climbs the steps faster; Only to stop, and look down, One long hard look, She backs away, irate! He sighs, unconvinced, Scoffs almost, Ho...

A lot of things have changed, a lot of things have not...   Manage your fear

Caught within a recycling Plant, I know, I will be warm enough, I believe; I will walk, head slightly up, Look you in the eye, When I can… These revolving doors, Have taken their toll; Tattered and sore, I know, I will be, Fine… As bright as day, I will shimmer, Like lines on clouds, Fluorescent and anew, I will, I believe… Strong I will be, Not to reminisce, About you, I will not think; Of an emotion so fresh, It healed; Parts of me. I will not know, That with you; The world was different, Your arms, The alpha, the O, That mega feeling, By you, I will not… I know that I will, Forget you, A faded sunrise; You will become, In the banks of memory, Your gaze will stray, A picture lost, To me, You will be…