summer haiku

I long for summer
Come, solstice—I entreat thee
Heat, passion warms me

longing

Longing is cruel
A game relived by the fool
All are subject to it’s rule
At least most are according to my thumb…

My futurethoughts prevent me
My presentlust tempts me
Should I entertain the idea of you?
Should I attempt to explain what I’m feeling for you?

Could we deal with the short-lived?
The uncertainty of the true-loved?
A Worthy investment of time and energy?
Or simply glorified fallacy?

Goodbye Is A Seven-letter Word

Goodbye is a seven-letter word
But what does it really mean?
It’s a word spoken, but often unheard
To some it may seem life is a movie scene

But don’t take for granted those you care for
Let go of the anger, hate, jealously, and greed
Embrace their love and strength to endure
before they are taken in swift speed

I didn’t get my chance to say goodbye
to my grandfather—an honorable and loved man
It’s not a stretch to know where my loyalties lie,
nor is it a stretch for others of our clan

At times he was like a father to me,
because I never knew mine
Now I appreciate truly
how he made my spirit shine

We didn’t always see eye-to-eye,
but as a Christian he knew unconditional love
This allowed him to be a great ally
An ally to friend and family—a man to be proud of

So you see, I can’t truly be sad
I still feel his presence and his being
And for all the ones that called him ‘Dad,’
Feeling his presence is freeing

Father of my mother
Son of my great grandfather
Know there will be no other
Rest in peace–same from worry safe from bothe

Dream Log 1

I’m probably leaving out a lot of my dream, but I’m deciding to write what I remember….

I had met with some family friends earlier in the day at what i suspect might be one the first houses i lived in as a child. We all decided to go out in a car that had no roof to it. Of course I was standing, shouting out the top. We passed by a group of black folk and one of them said they recognized me. I shouted, “H U!!!!” To which the group responded, “You Know!!!” The other people in the car were amazed by the response. As we were driving, somehow I got entangled in phone poles. I feared for my life that I would be electrocuted, but I was not. Unfortunately getting caught up in cables knocked me out of the car and pulled a phone poll down, which subsequently crashed down on me. I went into some sort of coma and woke up later… here’s where it gets fuzzy… I have no idea where I woke up, but I remember going out into the word sensing that everything was new. I went to a place that had been known for something else, but was now a brunch spot.

*I think I should note this (and it falls completely out of line with everything else) but I had also noticed everything was transitioning from a cartoon-like world back to reality as we know it… perhaps I was thinking the world had gone cartoony while i was in my coma. ANYWAYS:

I took a seat next to a group of people and directly in front of one girl who was supposedly not with the group. At least, that was her response after I asked her. I got the vibe that she thought I was hitting on her, so she proceeded to join the group next to us, or act like she was. As she was doing this, a group member turned our direction—ostensibly in mid-conversation—and was talking about Noah’s arc. She hugged him. Just then I looked to my left and noticed I knew the person sitting next to me. For some reason the girl ends up walking out, and I’m like, “who was that chick?” To which they replied, “That’s B. She’s a bad bitch!”

There is more, but it gets fuzzy again. I’ll try to write as soon as my dreams hit me again… but that’s all for now! I might post more details if I remember. All in all though, strange dream.

Thoughts on what it might mean?

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the wounded ones
The ones in hiding
Your native daughters and sons
In the church pews, abiding

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the soldiers on the front lines
The writers of the great American classic
The rappers with the dope rhymes
The comedians witty and sarcastic

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the vagrants on the streets
The teachers bestowing knowledge
The 3-time championship athletes
The freshmen in college

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the ones who feel the burn
that can only come from our kin
we experience their throes of misguided love
And they call our love sin?

I am You, You are Me, We are We

But we still heal (your ailments)
But we still defend (you from the criminal justice system)
But we still kneel (to god on your behalf)
But we still lend (money when you’re broke)

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We won’t be placed in a box
Nor set to the side
Not relegated to psychic dimensions, unrealized
We’ve many more times to be fiercely reprised

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are one despite what you may think.

Memories of the U

Uni-vers-ity
How weird…
Unity is what we seek
Verses experientially inspired
City highs—an urban domain
A chain of devotions to knowledge and truth

Veritas/Utilitas

The frats stompING and showING
A sweet melody plays serving
as an undertone to a
Sea of accents, ebbing and flowing
And the clock tower chimes…

It can be heard in the valley
Or at the hotdog stands
Suits and fitteds juxtaposed
alongside miniskirts and pantsuits
The leaders of tomorrow, today

Frenemies abound—beware!
You know them from these 4 years
This is when you are so keenly aware
That thoughts become… THINGS

Soaring on a birds wings you may
never notice these obvious things
hidden plainly in sight
So obviously cryptic

INTP Ponderings

Defining one’s self
Self-definition
Traversing the terrain, life’s expedition
This is the stuff of the human condition

Trying to give some meaning to this existence
Confined by the freedom of open spaces
Deceived by a sea of smilingfaces
Doubletalk and shades of speculation

theTruth seems to have no definitive location
And neither sage nor prophet are my vocation
Certainty is not my creation, for I am not sanctioned
This all probably sounds like a nihilist declaration

How do I determine my purpose for existence?
I fret the answer remains hidden despite arduous persistence
Resistance to a belief in a higher being’s will I will admit
But evidence in support reveals itself err’day

What is my function?
I suspect it’s not as simplistic as conjunction-junction
I’ve been reaching for one thing for years
A road tempered with blood, sweat, and tears

And Who Am I? Really, Who Am I?
Is “I” the composite of he, she, and them?
Is there something truly that comes from within?
Are we doomed to depend on others to define ourselves?

I feel like that last piece of the puzzle that fails to fit
Like a body in free fall over a bottomless pit
Every which way I turn I get motion sick
I’m sick and tired of this shit

Sometimes I spend too much time in my mind
It gets quiet, but I hate the silence
Because I have to deal with the verbal violence
I guess that’s why they say no man’s an island.