2012

2012: My heart is full, my soul is still
I hold my breathe in anticipation
of what my lips will
sing

I am making ripples in the water
And it is okay. we are all okay

2013: let us make waves :)

Toe the Line

His promise spews forth thoughtlessly
and hangs in the air between us
carelessly reckless

at work, it's winter, and i'm day-dreaming

i wish it were summer already
so that i may feel the heat on my skin
the lazy warmth of my content heart
and the blooming hope and certainty that something beautiful
is on the horizon

and i do not mind the debauchery
of summer nights
when i trip into some cinnamon-scented bar in sand-dusted sandals.
where we are all unnamed and unknown bodies
- until kissed
our lips revealing universes we’ve all missed
in the winter.
i could be drunk on love or liquor i couldn’t tell
but i’d be inlove regardless (oh well)
oh how i wish it were summer already  ;)

10...9...8...and 2012

Remnants of paper pink crepe lie strewn
on top of
glasses of champagne thrice bubbled over & drained
bone-dry from the desperate guzzle of recipients who fancied it the "youth fountain" tonight.
When morning hits they'll still be hoping they were right.

Beneath it all I kneel
in the hollow nook of emptiness.
Another year ahead and this time it all looks too endless. What in years past looked like another fresh trail to blaze now drags before me a daunting tangled haze of more
mistakes, more regrets, and roads I didn't expect.
Another year ahead and I've got nothing to give. Nothing to hope for, to see, and I can't seem to forgive.
Is there something in the joy of the countdown I missed..?
I ask God if there is any grace in this.