I am everything I ever wanted to be
Filled with even more character than what I had
Mark my every step but don’t live in despair
For your love has blessed me to not be afraid
Everything that was will be again
My image is still the same but in disguise
Live and never let it hinder you
For I now have wings and am able to fly
Let not weakness prohibit your walk
Nor profound experiences talk your talk
I am because I exist and with this I am content
I was guided through paths that kings and queens went
You’ll feel me in the wind for I am finally free
I’ll walk within you strides and be the air you breathe
This is me, it is I walking on water in your dreams
For I eternally cherish the bond between you and me
I am because you are so don’t shed a tear or blame
When you need me call me, I’m just a prayer away
C.P.
You were a man of the earth.
You liked water and the dirt.
Water feeds us in significant ways,
and it is in the dirt that we lay
to help us grow, enrich us with skill,
help us create, and keep us moistened with thought,
contemplation,
and formulation.
Looking at the sky
you saw yourself
accomplishing a mission.
Your eagerness to get there
gave you a sensation
to discover the meaning
behind your message.
Peace lives in the stars
and your destination is just that.
You were done promoting it on this dirt
and it was really that.
The wind, which captured your curiosity,
is composed of your divinity.
Water and dirt
prepared you for holiness and light.
You know when I will take that flight.
I will look for and wait for you,
my finch,
and I’ll find you within an inch or two.
I know your anticipation
for our consolidation
will be in a valid destination
J.A.
Have you ever been listening as the wind blows on past
Hearing some message you wish it would last
Could it be advice from –God, or some similar things-
A voice of an Angel, and the advice it will bring
It visited a family and friends full of grief
Friends and family were longing for some type of relief
Someone was missing, it happened too soon
The people were crying when one looked to the moon
Consumed with depression she ran for a hike
Ran to the hills to a spot that he liked
The sky was clear as she started the trail
She could feel the wind and heard words as it wailed
Startled and scared, she stopped in her place
But the wind kept on blowing, creating a face
Recognizing the features, a visit from above
She relaxed, felt comfort, like a tight fitting glove
She thanked him for advice, she surely did need
He said don’t forget it, take notice, take heed
The message he’d given seemed so long ago
Your family is together and now I must go
WORDS IN THE WIND
WORDS IN THE WIND
RAPPING HIS MESSAGE TO A WORLD THAT’S SO VAST
WORDS IN THE WIND
WORDS IN THE WIND
KNOWING THE MESSAGE WOULD NOT BE HIS LAST
C.M.
You saw it first
rolled in Jamaican colors.
You tasted it
and made it your number one lover.
Ever since that night
you used it as your cover.
The smell made you sigh,
you closed your eyes and loved being high.
Your creativity blew
and you knew the connection that was made anew.
You loved to be surrounded by her
and wished to grow her.
Some did not understand
but you found me,
I stood by my man continuously.
The aroma consumed our house,
your clothes,
and even your breath.
It seems as if weed gave you strength.
Puffing herb made you flow,
artistically you began to grow.
In the midst of the smoke,
you began to soak your definitions,
premonitions,
admirations,
and observations of reality.
You said "Please don’t get mad at me,
help me create my family."
Jane made you melancholy.
You avoided disruption and didn’t follow anybody.
I see you blow towards me
followed by that smile that I cherish sacredly.
She saved you and made you.
In the end she paid you with happiness
and gave you a sleep full of delightfulness.
J.A.
Remember me, Anthony?
I saw the world as you did,
covered you up and
protected you like a kid.
You represented Jen
and on my list
you were a ten.
You felt me,
heard me, understood and
loved me.
Mostly importantly
you appreciated me.
Anthony our love
traveled to all levels before
we could catch up.
It broke through the gates of
heaven leaving you there
and me here.
But Anthony,
you see my tear,
I shed them here
because it is torturous
you not being near
to touch you,
feel you, guide you,
and see you.
I know God is
blessed to have you.
You remind me of a finch
Their vivid colors represent their
personality, they bless the world
with their happiness truly.
But a finch dies young as you did,
leaving their bliss for others to miss.
J.A.
In heaven do you have a birthday?
In heaven can you feel our love?
In heaven could you kiss us?
In heaven do you have rap music?
In heaven do you have toys and you know, video games?
M
I understand my a son is a gift
not to own, but on loan.
To cherish and to love,
to nurture and to raise
into his own.
But why would he be taken so young?
Before, truly his job was done?
I will always cherish and love my son.
Please take good care of him.
Thank -you.
Amen
MOM
THE SUN IN MY EYES
When the sun rises
I look outside,
hoping to see you out of your crisis.
Writing is powerful, and so I do.
It enables me to reminisce about you.
As I view the clouds
I try hard to see
whether there is a key for me.
If I find one, I will unlock the gate
and reunite with my mate.
The color of the sun changes
just as you with your personality changes.
But her colors shine and tell of a story,
just as you with your poetry.
Subjects ranged from working relations,
to smoking pleasures,
to sexual stimulations.
Most importantly the words expressed you
and ultimately made you true.
You grew into my heart
and embedded me with all your fine weaponry.
The colors in you were transferred to me,
now I hope to shine for you infinitely.
J.A.