Her waters are the oceans that I drown in.
Her waters are the pool of my baptism, saving me.
Her waters are turbulent raging waters.
Her waters are also Tilicho lake, pure serenity.
Her water drips the drop that disturb the pool of my inner peace.
One ripple that set off a lifetime of waves.
Crest and troughs defined the rollercoaster of love that she had given me.
But now I’m ready for the scary part of the drop where I start falling fast, steep and deep.
Knowing her waters will always break my fall i can only hope that they wouldn’t shatter me.
Her waters oxygenate my blood… flooding me with energy.
Her waters are the shower that cleanses my soul of depression.
Her waters carry the little glass bottle that is overflowing with God’s message.
The beauty in which her water falls is a blessing.
This must be the water the angels in Heaven sip to get themselves some refreshment.
Her water is an ice cold sip on a Bermuda summer scaffolding day.
Her water is the peace that I started to find at Black Bay.
like an old, seasoned sailor… the journey across her waters is defining me.
and my waters dance to the pull of her moon, happily caught up in her gravity.
Love Day
To the rarest one .
My source…
The fountain of my happy,
my water, my passion.
To someone truly uncommon in all the best ways.
A beauty that is unmatched.
And a talent that could never be compressed in a trap cage.
To my favorite star, shining bright in a universe of darkness.
I wanna be the biggest piece of peace that fills the caverns where your heart is.
I love you regardless.
Playing my role, and letting God guide my part in this.
You and I go together like an old locket with two parts to it.
To the rarest one.
My source…
The eye in my life’s storm.
The shore where I’m building my foundation.
You’re the reason that I’m learning to be patient.
Your smile’s my motivation.
To someone uncommon in all the best ways.
I compress waves of emotion just writing what you mean to me.
You’re the only queen to me ,
You got me on bended knee.
The only subject and thesis of my poetry.
To my favorite star, shining bright in a universe of darkness.
You’re the smartest.
What an honour it would be to spend a lifetime under the sky that your stars lit.
And to help you make a play out of the shitty hand of cards that,
Life dealt you to stop your progress.
I said I love you regardless.
Let’s get this right from now on miss.
Feb 14 2024.
God took his time on you.
It’s like he got deep into his most expensive bag and pulled out his most precious creation.
It’s like all the shooting stars and shining moons conspired to let their sister walk amongst the humans.
It’s a radiant beauty.
Timeless and unmatched.
She could be the subject of every museum painting that i would spend time to gawk at.
And my happiness dances with curve of her smile.
And the hue of your encapturing eyes illuminate the colours of God’s promise to love me.
her beauty is the definition of divinity.
earth’s best.
but really she’s an empyrean vision.
ethereal & otherworldly barely fit the description.
gorgeous.
if you don’t get it by now she looks better than all the potential in my wordings.
She is everything and it shows clear in her person.
she’s tilicho lake purity.
she’s the milky way peeking through the night sky.
She’s a supermoon and i howl her praises.
Superlunary is the base of her beauty’s equation.
she’s snowfall on a missed school day.
She’s the push and pull of the ocean caressing a mid summer’s sun rays.
Rainy Night Walks from Work
Counting my blessings.
I can count them on one hand but never doubt the lessons.
Raising both hands to God because I know im just his messenger.
and I ask him one question.
How do i continue to be the best for her?
As low as i am how do i step into my role as a man?
not trying to be a failure again.
I deserve the heavy karma
The heartbreak
The drama
I deserve the long nights i have no one to turn to.
i’d bare the brunt of the world if it meant her soul didn’t have to hurt too.
i honour her before you:
theres no parapet to stop the tumble into depression.
But this time i wear armor i didnt have before.
the drop won’t be as long or as bruising.
walking in the rain to get home from work has my mind spiraling loosely.
27.
My biggest insecurities as a man
Are being reflected back in the mirror of the love i receive.
I can pray away the demons but the damage is is lingering.
Like being laughed at took me back to middle school visions of the lonely i sit in.
These days i look at life through teary eyed vision.
Aint it a strange place when the ones you love look at you with estranged faces?
They spew venomous words to dig their fangs into the pain’s placement.
They hang you out to dry alone and then wonder why you end up stuck in the rain daily.
The pain starts to have a choke hold, and the winter cold becomes synonymous with my mission statement.
Heavy mind vs cold and cloudy days in.
Who do you turn to? when your heart is telling you that your losses are where your value lies.
I mean the Big GOD in the sky is never Shy.
People are fickle, and i’ve been loved through the trickle down effect lately.
Never first, I’m always last up and i get what’s left when all the love’s dried up.
I had to read back, to acknowledge the fact that my hurting heart has been lying to my mind.
I need to throw out my own life line because nobody is going to come and save me.
I’ve been carrying this shit dolo anyways.
My rucksack’s packed to the brim with my sins and my shame…
And there’s no raleigh team to share the weight.
I’ve been close to my lowest lately. And like all phases i know this shall pass soon enough. I feel alone. I feel embarrassed. I feel dumb. I feel like a failure. I feel unwa…
Hey hey
Running from my potential.
Reaching for the stencil,
find myself painting the same old picture.
Never learn the lesson from hearing or listening.
I have to live it.
Too caught up in fear
and suffocating in my immediate surroundings which means i can’t see past what is near.
Some days i cant even pic out my hair,
from low energy.
Survival mode like everyday,
No kingdom rush though, i can wait for my appointment at heavens gate.
i want to experience her better days.
I wanna reclaim the passion that’s slipping past my fingers when my mental state’s
declining… spent to many days trying to catch myself with my feet up reclining.
i gotta mold the future i wanna see this time and,
and bring the loml with me.
i’m trying to have a different story to tell this time next year you see.
Pea(ie)ce
I’m writing back to back pieces.
i’m trying to glue her shattered soul that had shattered into pieces.
i wanna be where she lays her head at night and where she can claim that her peace is.
or rather with whom her peace lives.
so we can say peace to our heavy loads, and wash our sins away on the shores of the Sargassum sandy beaches.
so on the next laundry day, our dirty laundry has less pieces.
I long for long nights of rubbing her feet and alfredo pasta dinners.
3am became our worst enemy during the seasonal depression visits.
i have a vision of better days, but i am stilling learning how to grip em.
she’s the missing piece to completing my my life’s vivid description.
and on days like this, the smallest dips, can feel like the deepest of fissures.
how can i fill a kaiadas level low? if the top doesn't even feel like it’s it touching distance.
im growing distant from stagnant and stuck.
she’s distant from her home amongst heaven’s courts and the stars.
an empyrean angel, with her guard up.
i wanna love her until her love is soft, and she sees me as the best reflections of the heavenly father.
we not too far from high school summer mentalities.
but it’s different this time because i got you, you got me.
we’ve grown so much, our love could never catch a casualty.
i’ll pick you up or tumble with you, i got your back to face reality.
in every problem there is a poem itching to be written, is what i believe.
I wear my heart out on the page until the ink plays a metaphor for my pain leaving me.
this is for the only piece of my peace that’s unwavering.
Within.
When the Silence becomes deafening
I turn my ears towards you God.
Or maybe rather the you that lies within me.
The tiny voice that I hear and the guidance I seek.
Aligning my stars with their peace.
Trying to line up with the I and I like this was a Rasta thing.
I pray coverage over my temperament. This upcoming month I really was to focus on bettering how I react to things. I want to continue to move with love. I want to continue to challenge myself to grow. I want to be in tune with everything I want to be. I want to receive everything I desire while being able to enjoy it because I believe I deserve it. I want to grow and build with her. I want to bring her past this darkness this world surrounds her with and remind her that her place is amongst the heavens.
She’s Celestial.
She’s superlunary.
The title of my love story is “The Moon and Me”.
I plan to love her through her dark nights. Love her through her cycles. Love her “new moon” as much as I love her “full moon”. Love her crescent as much as I praise her whole. I want to help fill her until her cycle completes and she is back to the image of herself that even she can praise. She shines so bright. I sway graciously in her pull. I bask in the miracle of having got to know her. And that’s the truest way I can describe having gotten to know her. Life’s most simple yet grand pleasure. The biggest part of my everyday. So i sing her praise like a wolf pronounces their admiration of the full moon. And I hope my love fills every crater…every ‘flaw’ (cause she’s perfection to me)… every phase. Hakuna Matata.
I hope I can spirit away her problems. Lead her healing through prayer and effort. Through love and attention and safety. To love the someone as immense as the moon is no small task… But like I said earlier, I want to challenge myself. I hope she finds relief in the ways I love her. And I plan to better myself everyday.
To a better temperament all 2024.
To a girl who is Peace.
She is patiently crafted.
Perfection.
Rare. Real. Royal.
Everything.
Timeless.
You’re the moon that's plastered against my night sky.
You’re the Angel whose Northern Star I follow for guidance.
Your presence is Cosmic and inspirin'.
Let me praise your every inch and help you reach all the dreams that are packed behind your eyelids.
I’m happy that the love I have for you survived all this extra mileage.
Let me love you back to whole and praise your soul my queen/your highness.
I pray your healing to comes from the golden streets where the most high lives.
You’re the best slice of the warmest apple pie and
I love you. I love you. i love you. I’d say i do a million times miss.
~The Fewture.
The Knight in Rusting Armor
A knight has fallen.
I’ve been building up an appetite for standing for David.
Stepping outta the trenches of self hatred.
To reach those better days that are laid in God’s pavement.
Late payments were made of my life’s card lately.
My overdrawn balance declines and it’s finally timing to save me.
But i’m Running thinner on patience.
I lay my soul on the lines because it’s my sinners attempt at escaping.
This is every late night and every vision im wasting.
And every dream i have to pack up on the shelf that stays unboxed and untaped.
I assume the ambitions i laid will probably rotten away.
Winter’s days have me ashy as the demons im cremating.
I stood toe to toe with my devil and told him his plan was amazing.
But i’m an anime kid and every show that i watch tells me a good heart is unfazing.
And no weapon should prosper
and with the armor i plot to dress myself in there could be no penetrating.
I spent this last day making everyone else around me smile,
but i realize i spent all i got wearing my most fake of my faces.
And i don’t have the Arya bag to keep the faces from fading.
But i carry along cause these waters are worth wading.
And God’s lent strength is amazing,
and what i spend i might reap one day and if not i still gave it through grace
And… what if i’m worthy of all the things i allowed myself to forget i deserved and all the things i started to hate.
The silence in my night is noted and heard.
The parapet holding me back from collapse dissipated.
But leaving my soul on a track is how i keep my will from escaping.
And yeah im a knight in rusty armor.
Boring and safe
in the worst ways
and not good enough for one new friendship to pave way or harbor.
And no one to anchor my spirit to the realm i contemplate leaving and this shit is heavy weighted
Someone sprayed pesticide in my seedlings and now my garden needs weeding before it withers away.
Sprinting away the problems im facing.
.
And like Tanzania phase 3 i feel an itch i feel i can’t place
Whats left for a knight that has finally fallen from grace?
Dream Big 