12.27.2002

destiny, so distant
originally written 12.27.02

destiny, so distant,
is calling, while thoughts
are brawling, crawling over
eachother, smothered
in themselves, and
they dwell...in this
mental hell.

destiny, so distant...
so far? but so close?
close enough to touch,
but such...too far to reach.
while each dream
could tear at the seams,
can stay sewn tight...
in chaos, everything's alright.

destiny, so distant...
you torture me to soothe me.
lock me in to move me.
you break me to make me.
lose me...then seek me.
let go of me...and you hold me.
deform me...and mold me.

destiny is calling.
i can barely hear you...
and you echo so loudly.

12.23.2002

overflow
originally written 12.21.02

sugarcoat me in your
honey flavored love. mix
my heart with yours
until the cup overflows.
your body's a bakery
and i'm the ingredients.
we're both perishable,
so baking is immediate--
immediately needed,
this dough must be kneaded.
only then can we rise
together, synchronized.
left to settle together
because we're too hot.
us cool down? never.
because we're too hot.
the heat in the oven
will not subside, our lovin:
too hot to be eaten,
our batter can't be beaten.
honeycoat me in your
sweet-sugar love. mix
my heart with yours
until the cup overflows.
[ haiku set : freedom lost ]
originally written 12.21.02

no one's really free.
we live in a caged world.
nobody can fly.

be the butterfly.
be free and flutter away.
live your illusion.

throw away the key.
lock me in your politics.
you've imprisoned me.

secure my homeland.
be the watchful big brother.
privacy is lost.

12.20.2002

orange
originally written 12.18.02

is there more past the peel?
substance concealed,
can the citizens of citrus
possibly feel
what i have to express?
to those who fail to impress.
to my neighbors i address
this multi-verbal mess.
nothing rhymes with this county--
conservatism is amounting
to a fundamentalist function
resulting in political disjunction.
while neo-nazis walk proudly
i still should loudly:
look past the peel--the heel.
look at the fruit, you see something real.
it is from this that the juice
can and will be turned loose.
we are the slices and seeds
that battle corporate greed.
seems like all that is seen
in orange are people chasing green.
the wealthy are smoking greens
like an american beauty scene.
tainted lives and trophy wives,
but that's not all that's inside.
look for the substance,
i'm above this, i love this.
i am the slice, i am the seed.
you can always peel away the greed.

--[ taste mig's big, sweet, juicy, orange ]--

12.17.2002

fantasyland
originally written 12.17.02

i'd see perfection,
pretty faces, soft voices.
nothing to regret

i would live my life
the way that i wanted to.
i'd reach for those stars.

from the moon and back
i'd be able to travel.
true love prevails.

there's no more static.
i would cut the dramatics
until i'm on stage.

there'd be no more tears,
i would say goodbye to fear.
things would be all good.

uncertainty's gone.
i'd let go off what i think.
and grasp what i know.

cease incompleteness.
i will then strive to be whole.
seek out warmth, not cold.

12.14.2002

[ l o s t ]
originally written 12.14.02

lost...that's the cost
for all the things i've done--
like when i broke the sun.
took away light, no sight
for those who wanted to see
what it would like to be with me.
karma sucks, it sucks me in
i sink to swim, i sink it in.
i've paid the price,
i prayed to christ.
no answers, just silence.
inside me: emo-violence.
i cry...but no shoulders.
sometimes, i wish it could be over.
all the tears, all my fears...
no more years.
just bleak black blankness.

12.13.2002

apple
originally written 12.13.02

look at those trees.
the way that the breeze
sways the red, yellow, and green.
what a scene.

the apples remind me
of my childhood days.
the apples in my lunch,
the way they would crunch,
sometimes whole, sometimes sliced,
sometimes sauced, sometimes juiced.
the apple computers,
the machintoshes, which were probably
shipped from some city near fuji,
to some city near washington,
where some computer geek
was eating a golden delicious.

look at those trees.
the way that the breeze
sways the red, yellow, and green.
what a scene.

--[ how do you like mig's apples? ]--

12.11.2002

[ f r e a k ]me
originally written 12.11.02

this poem has spawned out of my pure horniness, and longing to do some sort of social satire on the world's attitude toward sex. out of the two, and the factor of sexual deprivation, we get [ f r e a k ]me...let's do the math again:
(nate's pure horniness + desire of social satire) * (nate's sexual deprivation)=[ f r e a k ]me
take that to your math teacher. here we go...


freak me. do it now
i don't care how
i do care when.
sin me, sin me good
the way it should
feel. i don't care who.
i know you want it too.

like i know who you are.
you don't have to be my shining star.
right now, it's just bullshit.
i just wanna have it.
i crave it, you don't have to love me.
when we do it,
you don't have to think of me.
i'll probably call you
the wrong name, i hope it doesn't appall you.
you can call me
your ex-boyfriends name...
they're just labels all the same.

let's sweat the sweet
sweat, we won't forget.
for the while, we'll pass eachother
with a smile...after another spin
we'll just pass with a grin.
after the third screw,
our expressions have some residue.
there is no fourth,
i'dve found another of course.
but, so will you...
just another thing to do.

12.10.2002

verb
originally written 12.10.02

spin, twist, crash, and swing.
these are the verbs my emotions bring.
crack, pull, turn, cry.
sometimes i wanna stop, sometimes i wanna fly.
eat, drink, work, sleep.
sleeping's overrated, at night i wanna creep.
sink, swim, crawl, fall.
there are things you gotta do if you wanna stand tall.

see, feel, taste, hear.
until we do these, the unknown we fear.
bleed, sneeze, cough, sweat.
this brings worth to the things we won't forget.
love, lust, sex, fuck.
you know it all has to do with more than luck.
work, work, work, die.
it'll all be worth it as long as you try.

12.08.2002

alvin
originally written 12.08.02

alvin sees the world
in slow-motion greyscape hues.
he's lost with nothing to lose,
a fool, constantly singing his blues.

alvin sings the blues,
the selfish-i'm-so-depressed pity.
for him, there's nothing that's pretty.
he sings his depressing song to the city.

alvin walks through the city
alone, abandoned, abandoning, accusing
that which was good, that which is good, confusing
everyone around him, it's almost abusing.

alvin abuses his friends
emotionally--but he'll never know.
oblivious and depressed with his life he'll go
with only his worst, his best will never show.

12.07.2002

up (prozac)
originally written 12.07.02

when you've had enough
where is up?
when you've been pulled
down, down, down...
when no one's around
how can you turn a frown
that's lingered for a long while
into a genuine smile?
can you transform dark
into some sort of spark?
some sort of light?
someone tell me
things will be alright.

where's that someone?

12.06.2002

today, in conjunction with poet miguel de leon...we've started a project. here's our press release:

mig: it's a poetic experiment on self-evaluated comparitive poetry. (underbreath) take that, BS. poetry on the subject of fruits. (aside) hahaha.
nate: an idea birthed from sleep deprivation at a few minutes past midnight. late at night, we tend to think of fruit--
and adrenaline rushes fading into the darkness don't help. so here we present our experiment formulated to you, our experimental audience...
(DRUMROLL...marquis drops from ceiling)
fruitbasket. (a project suite)
(canned applause)
we're conceited bastards.
enjoy.
(end scene)

12.05.2002

oh.five
originally written 11.02.02 (?)

i'd like to stop time
if only for an
eternal moment--
a minute
that would last infinitely
a non-existant minute
to show the world
the best of me...
as time goes on,
you'll want to see the rest of me...
with hopes you'll be
impressed with me.
tomorrowland
originally written 12.05.02

flashing lights
and flying cars
don't mean a thing
if i can't be where you are.
tomorrow, next week,
next month, i'd grow weak
if they couldn't be spent
the way that they were meant.

today is hell,
tomorrow might as well
be the same way
since i don't have you today.
frontierland
originally written 12.05.02

my journey into the unknown
is fullblown, never knowing
where i'm going, or what's next.
i trek, blaze another path
try to do the math:
if i depart from point a
while point b is a thousand miles away
traveling at a rate of fifty miles a day
what's the next thing i'll say?

constantly looking for new states,
new gates no one's ever been through
a place no one's ever been to
a sight no one has ever seen
a light shining on a foreign scene.
it seems everything has been found
but i still search for new ground.

everyday is a frontier
right here in the wilderness.
i'm leading myself into bewilderment.
but, where's the fun in knowing
everything there is to be known?
my mind is burning
to find everything through learning.
carpool
originally written 10.31.02

it'd be nice to have a carpool--
someone to keep me company on this lonely drive.
a voice different from the radio,
a voice addressing me...
a voice to sing with...
to harmonize with my lonely solo.
so lonely am i on this
darkened road, only kept awake by
the occasional bump.
driven crazy by the silence
in my vehicle...
the vacancy in
the passenger seat...
i wish not to pick up
a hitch-hiker, but rather
a traveling companion.

12.04.2002

fight fight
originally written 12.03.02

fight fight.
give me a light.
when it's done: no one's left.
just a mess...is this right?

fight fight.
what's in sight?
bloody hell, bloody bodies.
what a mess...this isn't right.

fight fight.
tragedy for delight.
eye for an eye, we're going blind.
fighting this war everyday, every night.

fight fight.
killing without spite.
is this really making things better?
is more people dying gonna make it alright?
pathetic girl
originally written 07.15.02

no more fake smiles.
the insincere greetings will no longer affect me.
everywhere i go, genuine sincerity will greet me.
your fakeness is of no concern of me.
it's a shame that it rubbed off onto a good young boy.
a boy who had potential to be a great person...
but now, all i see is tarnish.
pity.
why must everyone be like you in order for you to love them?
why must everyone have to share your opinions?
you're nothing special.
just a girl who finds salvation in peoples' conformity to your standards,
because you think you're an outcast.
i pity you.
sadly more,
you pity yourself.
[ which ] r o a d . . .
originally written 07.12.02

where do i go?
which road do i take?
do i take the off-ramp in a few miles,
or do i stay on the expressway?
if i take the off-ramp
then i'll be faced with slower moving traffic,
unfamiliar speeds, unfamiliar vehicles.
i'll miss the pace of the traffic,
i'll have to deal with the stop and go of the signals.
the road signs will look different,
my car won't run the same.
i never wanted to pull off to the off-ramp,
i never wanted to push the brake pedal,
i never wanted to stop.
--
if i stay on the expressway,
i run the risk of getting into another crash.
i run the risk of injuring myself,
i'm risking hurting another driver.
if i get into another accident
will i necessarily get back up?
will i be able to drive again?
(just don't get into another serious accident.)
you've spent your time,
and you're finally learning how to become a better driver.
you're learning how to drive more responsibly,
how to deal with road rage.
but, what if the highway suddenly ends?
what if the freeway doesn't want you to drive there anymore?
--
also, if i take the off-ramp,
how do i get over my longing to
get back on the beloved expressway?
--
decisions, decisions...
the off-ramp doesn't come for another 70-80 miles...
i can decide where to go once i get closer.
.
.
.
[ m o v i n g ] day
originally written 07.11.02

i'm moving away
i'll still be around
but i won't be able to visit
the places i fondly remember.
i've nowhere to live now
but i can't live here anymore
at least not right now.
where do i go?
how do you get used to
new surroundings, and
how do you get over the fact
that you can't visit
the places that you most
fondly remember?
[ m ] emory | (b) ook
originally written 07.09.02

what do you do with a book of memories
that is filled with pictures and still-frames
that are bring very few fond recollections.
the pictures should be faded, but are burned
into the darkest corners of my mind.
i try to shoved these portraits as far
back into my mind as possible, and
if possible, i shove them away.
my camera still takes snap shots.
memories always happen, they never stop.
perhaps the new photographs will
populate a new book of memories.
memories of tears, joy, awakenings,
all of which are pleasant recollections.
perhaps, i won't have this scrapbook
of old pictures to myself.
memories are so much nicer when
you can share them with the person
who helped you make them.
.
.
.
[ r e : c o n s ] tr ( u ) c | tion
originally written 07.08.02

now that the storm has cleared
the ground
is still
damp.
wet.
slippery.
my umbrella
has not lost
its form.
the sun still
shines.
glistens.
it is slowly drying
the ground.
i cannot
let myself cause
another
storm.
i cannot let
the rain
destroy
my garden
once more.
tomorrow is
not
guaranteed.
the sun is
not
guaranteed.
i will not
take
the sun
for
granted.
as long as
the ground
is
drying,
as long as
i don't cause
anymore
reckless,
thoughtless,
destruction,
i
will be
happy
and
the sun will
still
shine.
d i [ s ] ar [ r | a ] y?
originally written 07.06.02

life in a glass house.
don't touch the rocks.
enjoy the beautiful world surrounding the house.
stay away from the rocks.
the rocks gave you pain.
the rocks made you cry.
the rocks are in the past.
stay away from the rocks.
forget about the rocks.
just enjoy the blessed view of the world around you.
don't walk toward the rock box.
stay away from the rocks.
why'd you throw the rocks?
now you've shattered your glass house.
you beautiful view is no more.
the shards of glass penetrate your very being.
a shard is stuck in your heart.
pull it out.
stop the bleeding.
rebuild your house.
stay away from the rocks.
the rocks aren't important anymore.
rebuilding a glass house.
.
.
.
walking
originally written 06.24.02

walking...
walking...
walking...
bliss is the wind.
the sun is all but a smile.
sweetness is the smell and taste.
love is the atmosphere.
walking...
walking...
walking...
senior ap*english final essay 2
[ essay number nine | growing pains ]

I cannot deny that I have gone through a lot of painful experiences throughout high school. I have also gone through a lot of relationships throughout high school. A lot of friendships have gone awry. With the fate of those relationships came a lot of hurt. With the hurt, came a lot of personal growth. The pain that I have endured has helped me shape my view of the world.

I mean not to sound bitter, actually, I want to sound thankful. I want to thank those who have inflicted emotional stuggle upon me for shaping my character. You've made me stronger.

You've made me realize that I don't need to try to please everybody...actually, that it is quite impossible to do so. You've also helped me realize that not everybody is perfect.

You've helped me realize my own faults. I realize these, and try to change them, not so much to satisfy you, but to satisfy myself. I realize that the way that I approach conflict and struggle may not be the most perfect method, and through this, I try to reshape it in a way that everybody can benefit, including myself.

You've helped me realize that I, too, can be wrong, and that it is okay to be wrong. I'm coping with the idea that you can be wrong as well...I'm working on it.

All my conflicts with people have helped me grow stonger, and more intelligent. Just like those I consider my friends, those who have antagonized me have left some sort of impact in my character.

Sometimes I question whether or not I should let you impact me...but I'm young, and I'm still trying to figure out most of the world's answers.

The pain that I have endured in high school has prepared me for the pain that I am most likely to encounter in the future. Just like joy, pleasure, and comfort, the feelings of pain, disappointment, and failure are also a part of life. Our conflicts have helped me to deal with this.

With our conflicts, not only do I want to thank you for the growth that you've helped me endure, I also offer my forgiveness. I also ask for yours.
senior ap*english final essay 1
[ essay number two | friendship ]

friend /frend/ n. 1. one with whom one enjoys mutual affection and regard.
2. sympathizer, helper.

friend·ship /fréndship/ n. 1. being friends; relationship between friends
2. friendly disposition felt or shown.


Friendship has meant so much to me in high school, even more so in life. I only recently realized the importance of friendship in my life, and now I regret taking so many of my friendships for granted. It took all four years of high school for me to realize who my friends were, and who my real friends have been.

I now know that you won't truly know a person until you accept them for all that they are, regardless of whether or not you like every single characteristic that embodies that person. To fully accept someone is to accept that person's strengths, as well as weaknesses. I wish I had known that in the past three years.

Now that I've figured that much out, I've been trying to figure out the people who really put in an effort to know me, and those who simply didn't want to accept me for who I was. The people who I consider to be my better friends are the ones who have stood by me, and still stand by me, even after my weaker characteristics are revealed. My better friends help me laugh at my weaker characteristics, and let me know that it's not so bad in contrast to the whole picture.

I'm a very ambitious person. Those I consider friends are the people who truly support my ambitions in full. My friends are the people who have had faith in me, and believed in me.

I guess you could say that I aspire to inspire. I long to inspire other people to do great things with their lives, because I feel that every individual person in this world can truly do great things. The only reason that I want to inspire is because it is my friends who have inspired me to do so. I wish to pass on the inspiration that they give to me.

Through high school, I have had the pleasure of making several friends, all from diverse backgrounds and social groups. I can honestly say most, if not all, of these people have made an impact on my character and have left a piece of themselves inside me. I can only hope that I had the privelege to do the same to them.

Because of the vast inspiration that my friends have bestowed upon me, saying goodbye to a lot of these people has proven to be difficult. The difficulty lies not in the fact that I feel that I'll lose contact with them, but because I feel that I had taken the time I had to maintain many of these friendships for granted. I feel that I have already lost contact with several of my closer friends.

I started high school with one very close friend. We talked to eachother about everything and anything. We talked about girls, music, and the Boyz II Men concert we had to miss because we would've failed band if we went. He even invited me to events from his temple, and introduced me to several of his friends from his youth group. I felt like a part of his family. Our friendship was so strong, until this year. For whatever reason, I feel like we grew apart. Maybe it was my fault, I can't help but think that it was my fault. It seems really stupid for me to let us grow apart, since he sits behind me in english this year. It's really hard to say "goodbye" to him because I feel like I already did...or at least he already did.

I made another close friend at the beginning of high school. We met at band camp, and I eventually convinced him to switch instruments with me. From there, our friendship grew very very close. But, I started dating a girl that year, and we started growing apart. After I broke up with the girl, he started seeing her. Our friendship was never the same. Things never really worked out between the two of them. I forgave him, sort of. I always held something against him because I felt like he betrayed my trust in him. I really regret letting that come between the two of us. I keep on feeling like we should be better friends than what we currently are...and I feel like the time that I could have completely reconciled our friendship may have already passed.

When I joined choir, I made a really good friend in a really weird way. He and I must have had the same taste in girls, because we'd always be interested in the sames girls, and he would always end up getting the girl. Somehow, a good bond grew out of that. We were the best of friends for about a year and a half. It wasn't until recently that I felt like he was growing away from me...maybe I was too, since I had a major conflict with the people he decided to hang out with. With that conflict, I feel like he's not even trying to maintain the friendship like I am. Saying "goodbye" to him is going to be difficult because I don't want to, but I feel like he actually does want to.

With the lost friendships come the new ones, and the ones that I have come to value more and more. So, I guess there really is an upside to all of this.

Last night, I was coming home, and I was crying about these lost friendships and talking to my girlfriend. She told me that "when one door closes, there's always an open window."

I've realized that there really are several open windows.

I used to get in fights with this one girl all of the time...once every few weeks, at least. But, I could never really be mad at her forever...neither could she. We both marvel at the fact that our friendship has last as long as it has...we both value eachothers' friendship very much. As much as we argue with eachother, we have a lot in common...I think that may be the reason why we argue.

It's really funny, the same story goes for another girl, and another guy. I've realized that true friendship trancends petty arguements and conflicts. A true friendship can endure the little fights that seem so big at the time.

Finally, there's my girlfriend. The thing is, she's more than a girlfriend to me--she's also my best friend. It is so awesome to have this reciprocated love between myself and my best friend. She, more than any other friend, brightens up my every morning. It's going to be difficult Monday morning, walking into room 113 for the last time to say good morning and give her roses. It's going to be really difficult accepting the fact that I won't be able to do that again. But, I am optomistic, because that's just one small part of our relationship that is going away...there are so many other parts of our relationship that we both have immense joy in.

Now that I've actually poured my thoughts out, I've realized something more. It's going to be difficult to say "goodbye" to those I feel that I've already parted with in one way. I'm not so scared about saying "goodbye" to those that I currently have strong bonds with, because I have faith that I now have the strength and knowledge to maintain those friendships.

Maybe the friendships will come and go, but they will always continue leaving a part of themselves with me, and I will always try to return the favor. I think that my friends will always continue to inspire me in the way that I hope to inspire them. My friends are the strength that I never knew that I had, the faith that I thought I had lost. I just want to be the same thing for every one of them.
[learning] p r i v a c y
originally written 08.06.02

i'm learning how to
keep things private.
somethings are best
kept to yourself,
or between two people.
sometimes the things
kept between two people
are part of the bond
that keeps the two
together...so i'm
learning. once those
things are brought
public, i'm learning
that the bond is broken.
it's not so much
of a secret...but a
thing of respect.
so, maybe i'm not
learning privacy.
perhaps
i should rename
this poem to
[learning] r e s p e c t.
in [ s e c u r i t y ]
originally written 08.06.02

where do i wanna
be? do i wanna
stay where i know
that love can be
found? or do i wanna
sow my wild oats
and abandon this
security known as
love? i recognize all
the beauty surrounding
me. before, i thought
it as a gift, but now
i realize it is too,
a curse. i do not
wish to forsake my
love, for i know
that sacrificing that
may be sacrificing it
forever. going down
the other road
may lead to disappointment.
my love does not
disappoint. that's
security. i wanna be
in security.
silhouettes
originally written 08.07.02

asleep next to my lover...dreaming a dream, where i've woken up alone, next to a burning candle...somehow, i'm mystically drawn to the door...only to open it and see a silhouette of a stranger...i'm drawn to this stranger, as if we were two magnets physically trying to connect...running through the moonlit forest...this dark silhouette jumps into my arms...planting the sweetest kisses i've never felt...the silhouette becomes two, then three, then four...until i'm surrounded by only shadows...no sight of the forest around me...onlt these shadows of unfamiliar people...but also, some shadows do present a familiar presence...scared, i try running away...but there i still a multitude of darkness presented by this army of silhouettes...running, but with no escape...but to wake, scared, next to the one i love...next to a figure i can find comfort in...someone who is no longer just a shadowed silhouette...but all the light in the world.
[ o h ]dear
originally written 08.12.02

the things that once seemed
right, and made sense to
me yesterday, don't really make
sense anymore. the things
i believed in, the things that i
fought for, and worked so
hard for, don't seem to be as
worth it as i used to think. how do
i let go of the efforts that
i so strongly believed in? it's like
winning the lottery and realizing that
you don't really want the million
dollars, or being offered a promotion and
realizing you want to work for
another company...while this corporation has
given you everything that you'd ever needed.
how do you give all this up?
what's next?
originally written 08.16.02

look at what i've
done. i've left myself
in a place so
new to me. a place
i never knew could be
so desirable to be.
i've gotta be me.
but now, this place
is so different from
where i am used to
being. nothing is
familiar...things unwanted
are now things i long
for. this place allows me to
independent and free.
i've gotta be me.
i'm not looking
back, but only forward.
eyes not focused on
anything in particular...just
the idea of living a life
so limited in time, but
infinitely free in spirit.
i like the idea of
not knowing what's next
to come. let it rain.
let the sun shine. let
the wind blow. let
me be me.
[ inspiration ]
originally written 08.18.02

what inspires me?
what has insprired me
in the past? who will be
the next person to
provide me a well of
inspiration? i was inspired
once before...but i couldn't
hold on to the muse. i had to
let go. normally the
act of letting go
can provide inspiration,
but the theme becomes
all too familiar. i long
to be inspired again.
inspire me...i long
to inspire someone the
way they do me. i'll
inspire you.
fall...

originally written 08.20.02

am i the ink from
which your pen spills?
i read these words
and i cannot help
but wonder if i
am the inspiration
behind the verbs,
adjectives, and nouns
so beautifully composed
before my eyes.
is think pure wonderment,
or is it really hoping
and longing? oh how
i longed for you
when the leaves last
turned, only to
find you in someone
elses's arms...the
pain of unrequited love
struck me like a
bell...unknowing of
what you could
request of me. now
the bell resonates as
the leaves once again
prepare to descend.
[ p a c k i n g ](up)
originally written 08.01.02

i originally wrote this august first...but, i had to make this one private on my regular diary...so, here's a loophole...i hate having to censor myself, but...it doesn't really matter anymore...okay...without any further ado...packing up...

i've packed my bags
full of memories,
tears, and smiles.
now, i finally see
things your way...
or at least i caught
a glimpse of what
you meant.
i'll
always have my bag of
fond stillframes of us
when we smiled, laughed,
and found relaxation
within eachother. but now
i know why that can
be no more. are
you happy now?
[ br) -o-ke[n} dream
originally written 08.20.02

for so long i yearned
just to hold you...
but was unable to.
for days, i've been
wondering if this is
really happening...
i'm actually chasing what
i thought was merely
a broken dream...
a dream that never
really ended...now,
lying awake, i can
see how the dream
plays out...i guess
i never had to
sleep to dream.
oh.one
originally written 08.20.02

(so far, this poem is untitled...not to confuse this with other untitled poems in the future, this one will be referred to as oh.one--as in "01")

beautiful girl,
i never got to say
the words i wanted, the way
i wished you to hear
for i feared
that nothing would change.
now rearranged are our lives,
and so we try
to experience extensions
once beyond our comprehensions,
but learned from the lessons,
less scared of what we feel,
with care for what is real.
a chance to release
a piece, some peace, a part
of this heart held back,
away, for days, weeks,
months...but not withered weak...
a chance to look at you
in a way so true, the
way i wanted to for so
long...and maybe see
your eyes throw a
look back into mine...
to feel so find, so
sublime...it
only took time...the
time is now, so how
will i react to the
fact that i may let
my hand land in
you hand?

(don't mind me...i'm experimenting different approaches to my writing...)
***happiness***
first appearance 08.21.02

(this is just a writing exercise that i use to get my brain warmed-up if i'm struggling with my writing...i thought i'd share this one)

a bright sun shining
down into a perfect
pasture of varying greenswavering back and forth
so delicately pushed and
rocked by the gentle breeze.
this light wind ensures
a perfect climate on
an otherwise hot day--
not too cool, not too hot.
that scene of green is accompanied by
a backdrop of
rolling hills, and an
endless sea of light blue,
with patches of white...
cotton balls floating
in the sky.
sitting under a tree,
finding some shade.
i think there are
also bunnies hopping around.
sitting under the branches
and leaves, admiring
this beautiful landscape.
l!!!l!!l [p i a n o]music l!!!l!!l
originally written 08.21.02

the sound of a key
--several sounds of keys
right above my knees
never fail to please
my auditory passages
sending messages of
musical delight, my
fingers excite through
black and white,
bringing colors that
only the ears can hear
or even see...
a song in the key of C,
or even g minor can
bring major emotions
into the open,
get soaked in the
sound as i pound
these chords some more,
from the ceiling to
the floor, in thin
air, the wordless
thoughts float and fly,
with the crescendo of a laugh,
or the dimuendo of a cry...
for the attention of emotions
not accessible through words.
oh.two
originally written 08.21.02

what would happen
should my lips
meet your two lips?
like tulips, flowers
would spring with
new power...that
hour spent in
anticipation, my
heart racin', surely
yours as well...
could i tell
if it were right?
or if it would
bring true delight?
these things are
beyond my sight...
but i might
just fight these
apprehensions causing this
undue tension, taking away
attention from what really
matters. maybe i can mend
a heart once shattered...
who knows...maybe it should
wait...after all, it's just a
date--but, perhaps i'll go
with the flow--by then i'll
know what's right from
wrong...it should be
too long 'til i figure it
out, when i release my
doubts.
oh.three
originally written 08.24.02

i can't stop thinking
of how fine it was
when your lips touched
mine--how nice it
felt. i melt
remembering your kiss--
i miss that feeling,
i'm reeling still...
shaken, but not
broken--feeling stronger,
wishing i could kiss
you longer...just to
gaze into your eyes
and grin a little,
let this heart spin
a little...look
at my brown eyes hooked
on yours...i'm
floored. i'm trying
to show you my
every emotion when i
motion my head
towards yours...only
wanting to show you
more. but inable to...
for whatever this
may be, it's more
than the eyes see...
it's bigger than me...
bigger than the two
of us, we'll see it
through, i hope--
it's something new,
i'll never know what
to do--i'll act
instinctivly, wondering
what you think of me...
do you think of me?
i'm just wondering how
things will be
the next time...
hoping for a next
moment...another
sweet moment.

(excuse the rhyme scheme, it's a bit more sporratic than i'd like it to be...and the end kinda just hangs there, at least i think so...i think that this whole poem is a bit sporratic...oh well.--08.24.02)
[ thoughts ].
originally written 08.27.02

thoughts scramble
i ramble...nothing
better to say
perhaps another day
i'll find a way
to maintain conversation
mind pacin', searching
for integration of
the conglomeration of
ideas, or lack there of
in my head...sometimes
i think that i'm brain dead...
i'm too speechless, but
always quick to preach this
philosophy of mine
based on time...and a
rhyme for reason
several seasons pass
and i'm still on my ass
looking at birds...
looking for words...
my thoughts becoming more
absurd...sometimes i
just don't know
what thought's to throw
if i have a thought to go
what's it matter?...
sometimes these thoughts
can shatter...sometimes
it just seems like
useless chatter...someone's got to care
about the thoughts i have to share.
freestyle.one
originally written 09.11.02

looking for something that will inspire me
it's like looking for an employer that will hire me
even if it seems that i'm not qualified
i got qualities embedded deep within me
so i take a look into my book of qualities
and i hope to find something beyond my fallacies
like when i trip and fall and get my back against the wall
i hope to find something that makes me stand tall
like a triumph, but no trophy, just my own pride
and maybe i can take somebody on the same ride
to be somebody to somebody, that's what i want
and i'm spreading all my love because it's what i got
i wanna start another chapter in my story
with a new setting and characters to explore me
no more drama, no more pain, just some glory
i livin' loud, there's no way you can ignore me.

-----*-----

((i'm tip-toe-ing my way back to my hip-hop roots...you'll have to excuse the rhythm scheme, i've been listening to a lot of a tribe called quest lately...damn good hip-hop group, by the way.))
shorty.one
originally written 09.14.02

those grey clouds have subsided
glided away to haunt me another day
my life as a light shining in the darkness
has changed in order for me to embark this
new thing, something new-ness
it seems like God has prompted me to persue this
but it's cool...because i've wanted to do this.
boom
originally written 09.16.02

boom.
one noise.
let's educate these boys
lost in their thoughts
dying to get caught
in a flood
of water waiting to kill
in cold blood, a cold chill
misguided attempts
for misguided goals
what will the do when they fall?
flail to the depths of their
living deaths?
staring.at.a.white.wall
originally written 09.18.02

staring at a white wall
all decorated with framed art.
still, not knowing where to
start. don't need to discuss
the aching of my heart
because it doesn't exist
like the color on this wall.
don't want to talk about the fall,
or how the world makes me feel small.
that's because these things aren't really
there, nothing to be
scared of. i've risen above
everything else, i've found love
for myself, for others, like sisters
and brothers. the wheel has been turning
my pace is burning, the butter
is churning...but that has nothing
to do with anything.
a.smile
originally written 09.21.02

crazy.
life doesn't stop to
amaze me. amazing months and
a crazy week...i
speak out of a smile
i didn't think i'd have for
awhile. miraculous meetings
my mind cannot comprehend...
or all comprehension comes from
a smile.
rose.garden/1920
originally written 09.25.02

red roses rising
amongst a garden disguising
itself as a cavalcade
of boxes made
of reds, pinks, and whites
a city can be seen in the right light.
subtle greens can be seen
providing support for the swirls
of crimson and creme
it looks something like a dream
in rose colored glasses.
a dream for the masses...
walking through the town
red all around.

-----*-----

(hopefully paul klee isn't spinning in his grave after reading this interpretation of his 1920 rose garden)
oh.four
originally written 10.07.02

a jar sits on the table
able to entertain
for thousands and thousands of words it contains
millions of letters and punctuations populate it like grains
of salt in a shaker
the words of its maker
waiting to burst
which word will come out first?
feeling my best
feeling my heart pounding against my chest
i take my hammer
without second thought or a stammer
i slam it against the jar
the shards of glass go far
but not as far as the verbs, adjectives, and nouns
but even further something else was found
worldwide, across all the oceans
the world saw my emotions.
monster
originally written 10.13.02

who am i?
what have i
become? a monster
a reckless monster
shattering hearts, emotionless.
funk/fant.asia
originally written 10.23.02

i love the way
the music makes me
feel...a rhythm so
real...so much soul,
my thoughts fall
into a funk fantasia...
multi-cultural fantasy.

play my song...
every song is
my song...my song
is universal...
every body has a
chance...everyone
can dance. even white boys
can dance to my noise.
beautiful.shadow
originally written 10.24.02

faces all around. these
faces won't do. somehow
i'm drawn to you.
more than a face,
a shadow from a distant place.
a faceless profile grips me,
gets me hoping this could be.
wishing i could transcend time,
feeling hopeless, i'm
inundated with faith, i know
be taken where i need to go.
i hope i can remove this
black veil from your face someday
i just hope to at least see you
at least a few times along the way.
simplicity
originally written 10.29.02

simplicity inhibits me
'cause i can't see
past the impasse
how long will this last?
like a kid who can't sit still,
frustration shakes my will...
i spill
my heart...a metaphor overrated,
mine has evaporated.
where to go...there's a wall in the way...
it's there everyday.
i need a big-ass mallet,
when it hits the wall, shall it
fall? or stay standing?
damaging my understanding
of fate, and destiny
while this wall batters the rest of me...
outside and inside...
i just want to see who's on the other side.