Thoughts

Do the work society forgets 

Speak for those who can't

Love for those who won't

Actually scratch that.. yes continue the words above but go even further
Make society remember what it ignores
Help the voiceless find their own voice
And for those who won't love,
don't only love for them but show them love until they will love on their own.

Fountain of Youth

As we grow older its like our ability to dream and live in the moment swirls down the sink of time.

Manufactured by society, this urgency to find a fountain of youth

You see her face? Yes her, She thinks she’s found it

But if you were to play in her fountain you would be frolicking in a flow of botox, silicone, cash, products and wasted days.

She doesn’t realize that while searching for the fountain of youth she is missing out on the youthfulness she has. Losing her life by chasing her death.

She doesn’t understand that the wrinkles she gets rid of were pressed on by early morning laughter at her husband’s bedside, wrinkles that remind her when love is present, time knows no limit

The lifting and tucking, sucking and sticking to her body are like erasers of determination and hard work, memory chasers of her younger body to replace the beautiful body grown from selflessness and years of being a mommy

All clean and tight, curved just right.. she doesn’t realize this fountain of youth didn’t give her time back

Instead, it erased all of the memories she let pass by while trying to find something  she thought would allow her to hold onto them longer

She barely sees the images in her peripherals as she’s ironically distracted trying to save them

If only you could see.. the money you trade for beauty isn’t cash, you’re paying with time.

Sand of your hourglass falls through your hand everytime you give them money

The beautiful you define is a fraud, someone rewrote what you were initially intended to know as beauty.

You've shackled yourself to the future by chasing your past, allow yourself to break free 

Don’t let it slip through your fingers, play in the sand, enjoy all of the life you have left. Treasure the wrinkles and grey hairs as proof that you did.

Because, one day your fountain will run dry and you’ll realize you missed out on today and tomorrow by trying to get yesterday back.

We all get caught up in the chase for the fountain of youth, it’s hard not too. Just don’t get consumed or you too will end up with a timed out hour glass sooner than you think 

Live in the Moments that are present, your past will have fewer regrets

In My Father's Arms

In your arms I like to cry, the safest place I run to

Running to you through time, until I collide in your arms always as your little girl

Hold me close with an embrace of peace and rest

My place of surrender, where tears write the story on my cheeks like a journal and the words wrap onto your shirt, a puddled, unedited mess

The feeling of release from holding my breath too long

In your arms I breathe

In your arms I write

In your arms I cry

Where I find peace

In my Father’s arms. 

The Moment You Fall In Love

I’m reaching for love, unashamed and outstretched, my heart’s  hand is waiting 

And someone’s heart has reached out and grabbed it.. unknowingly, our fingers intertwined and interlocked 

All I've wanted is to be loved. But what do you do when you can’t love the person who vulnerably loves you back? 

Every fiber in you longs just for what they've given you, and all you want is to feel the same for them but you can’t. And you don’t know why.. there’s no logic, no sense, no understanding, of coarse not.. 

Sometimes I wish love and logic were friends, that heart and mind were in sync, but they’re not; one of life’s undefined quarrels. A bickering of co-workers that can never agree but maybe one day..

Maybe, just for one moment there is a time in all of our lives where logic and love, heart and mind are at peace. 

The day when a hug answers the questions for the mind and the desires of the heart.. 

What if a life’s enlightenment was captured in this single hug? Like the embrace breathes into your soul, a warm overwhelming nostalgia, almost like out of body. 

It simultaneously pauses every thought running through the gears of your brain and the pulse’s of longing in your heart.. there, in this silence, you feel like a Polaroid frozen in time.. every thing is at peace. 

Your mind has stopped thinking and your heart surrenders, it melts into the arms of the embrace, a quiet beating when all is conquered. 

The beats of two hearts together as one, a taste of heaven on earth. A flavor your lips will never forget.. 

There is only one place where one is not limited by time or emotion.. when your mind and your heart are in harmony...

The moment you fall in love. 

   

Bed

(An old piece from a writing prompt, where we had to write about a love hate relationship, so I chose my bed lol)

It’s so comfortable that I can sleep for hrs but it’s comfort makes me never want to get out of it, causing this conflict

This love hate relationship that sometimes causes me to have an affair with the couch Because although comfy, it’s uncomfortable enough that waking up isn’t faced with as much tension

My bed carries me away into a world painted w/ my brains creative synapses as I sleep

But it also carries me into a world painted w/ running late because the sheets and pillows it  contains seduce me to stay through the alarm set on my phone

My bed is the hug I can always have but it’s also the enemy when I need to face reality

It’s voluptuous pillow curves and soft mattress skin are so enticing, like they’re heavens hand me downs. I knew there was something angelic about them.

But what if they were the hand me downs of Lucifer when he was kicked out, maybe that’s why you’re so tempting bed

This love hate relationship, heavenly or sinful.. idk, hit snooze, just five more minutes then I’ll decide

Let the Leaves Fall

The wind blows and the leaves hitch a ride on nature’s roller coaster as they drift down to the ground

I dance in a colorful swirl of the trees’ confetti, celebrating another year.

I watch each leaf fall as if I’m saying goodbye to 1 more memory of the past year.

The beautiful, the ugly.. As if the season is God’s projector we use to reflect

I watch this slideshow of red, yellow, orange, gold, brown and green

My memories scroll by, I blush.. there goes the awkward moments of our first date. Carried away in the breeze. They join with the tears from the blows life hit me with. 

I laugh, a golden crisp leaf wisps past my neck and I see the joy of their smiles, the wind echoes with their laughter.

Running through the brisk fall air they roll through my fingers as I try to catch these slideshow memories, but the wind knows I’m not allowed to hold onto the past.

Some crunch under my feet, I stop to watch them blissfully blow away

But at autumns close I look up and see a few stubborn leaves the wind didn’t take. Thinking they can withstand the winter to come, these immovable slides of the past year, I can’t let go of.

I close my eyes and breathe in deeply.. ok.. I blow out at the same time opening my eyes to see the  wind finally take the last leaf. I watch the slow motion picture as it seesaw falls

I realize, the colorful confetti of this past year and the years before are memories in my heart, not gone forever.

For the awkward moments, tears and smiles of the future will remind me of the ones past.

There will constantly be changes, just like the seasons of life. When new ones come they let us remember the old as well as experience things we never have.

... So let the leaves fall

Neverland

What is love?

Love smells like the common aroma of pastelillos and orange slices

It’s bright flaming fingers from hot fries and all too often granola bar breath

Love sounds like the echoes of bouncing leather when it hits the cement before the screams after it swoosh’s through the net.

It sounds like the creaking of swings, laughing and giggles, common phrases of “you extra” “you’re breath bangs” “break check!” and “strike!”

Love looks like a different world, a world of little artists drawing comic book Picasso’s, the excited sprints of help tag and screaming conversations with no sense of inside voices.

It looks like the bond of friendship and family..

You can’t quite identify love because it has more fingerprints than the sky has stars

But that’s what love feels like, like someone steals it & my heart’s been stolen by so many Peter Pan thieves

It’s covered in hundreds of fingerprints when they took me to Neverland, because where there is love there is Joy and I found Joy in this Modern day Neverland.

Where the lost boys and girls were elementary Einstein’s and middle school conquerors.

Who daily battled captain hook’s army wanting them to stop dreaming and grow up too fast. Because when these Tinkerbell's lose their pixie dust they stop flying and when the peter pan’s  lose their shadow they don’t know who to follow.

So sometimes hooks shadow’s of deception crept in, causing Tinkerbell’s and peter pan’s to fight & causing tension b/w me and the lost boys.

But love looks like hope because when we found ourselves tied up w/ hooks rope of misunderstanding and stubbornness, the Hope of Peter Pan would set him and Tink free to save us before anyone walked the plank of surrender.

So I found love daily sailing in the ship through the city streets to this Neverland’s urban islands of Camp Grace and Camp Peace.

Love is there,

All the faces that pass through, are still framed pictures in my mind

And if each face were dusted for fingerprints they would be covered with God’s

We found love in a hopeful place

Where headphones bump, basketballs bounce, feet run, smiles shine, tears may come, but laughter echoes throughout

Love is Tony, Tat & Xavier’s sketches

The street leaders humor

Garrett’s goofyness

John’s comedic relief

Sha'rons tears n smiles

Taijan's kisses 

And the bond of family

Love is in each of you, the Tinkerbell's Peter Pan's & Lost Boys of Camp Grace & Camp Peace, look each other in the eyes and take note of the light you see.

A light of love is found in each of you so when you’re together it makes the rainbow after the storm

Winds of lies and pain will try to blow it out, so stick together and protect each other.. guarding the lights in each of you

For even though you’re different you've found a common place, this Neverland where you are family, the house of Camp Peace the house of Camp Grace, the house of God

God is in you, and if God is love, then you are love.. So What is Love? 

Love is you: Yasiria, Danielle, Hector, Naji, Randy, Bebo, Shaina, Ciara, Jose, Joseph, Javier, Iridian, Lavar, Adamiriz, Alexandria, Lemuel, Kelvin, Xavier Rivera, Giovanna, Giovanni, Kevviyonne, Shamika, Egypt, Toni, Marcos, Josh R., Chupi, Tatiana, Xavier Ruiz, Nadiah, Peanut, Tyleek, Kyle, Tyannie, Joseph, Joshua, Merv, Ashley, Kayla, Keylin, Equasia, Sapphire, Lilly, Shakeyra, Lulu, Miracle, Braheem, Anthony, Christina, Victoria, John, Gianni, Kharon, Ronald, Dashonda, Shermirah, Tyerah, William, Ajai, Hector, Quadir, Jimmira, Saprina, Tasean, Jasnasha, Jasmine, Taijan, Marionna, NayNay, Dominique, Nyelle, Marquan, Tashon, Matthew, Shamarrah, Gregory, Isaiah, Jayline, Timmere, Fabien, Leighasia, Ashton, Tatianna, Rahmir, Raken, Deshonn, Davion, Jimmyra, Natalia, Julian, Makiya, Sha'ron, Tauhid, Jahsir, Lizmarie, Michael, Janiyah, Braheem, Taheem, Divine, Adeja, Jide, Vic, Rich, Chiina, Jose, Nildaly, Dora, Garrett, Vannessa, Mike, Christine, Lisa, Brooke, Julie, Gabbi, Charleston, Mike, Delialih, Michelle, Tavy,Adam, Tianna, Tamaya, Gabby, Jasmine.