like a constant reminder of my mission to take flight
and sometimes when I’m all alone
I can swear that flying is possible
because life, life, well life has a way of making everything seem alright
and there’s something about this place,
oh, this place that brings out the real me
the me who can laugh and cry and smile and sing and fly
so let’s go to never never land
lets never grow up or grow apart
cause we’re the start of something beautiful
if there is a heaven, it would look like this room
loud, full of spirit, love, support, acceptance, and magic.
So. God, grant me wings, and sew them on tight
cause I’m much too fly not to attempt flight tonight
the sky is mine for the taking
not even gravity can keep me down
because life, life, well life has a way of giving what’s asked of it
and your eyes, well they make me forget that my heart was ever broken
your eyes make my vocabulary infused mind forget the meaning of broken
and I tend to run and hide when faced with words like maybe, falling, and fast
in fear of that four letter word that inevitably becomes the finish line
but I think that you are the tailor who is securing my instruments of flight
you are my catalyst to the sky
so why don’t we fly
take our chances in the stratosphere
let all our fears evaporate
and rain over this town
let’s combine our romanticism
and form a star in heaven
because life, life, well life has a way of granting the love that’s deserved
back from another night spent with some friends
we shared a few bud…dy hugs
and spit some lines about all the things we love
And I feel like I’m ready to take flight
‘cause I’m so fucking high tonight
from the all the positive energy in this room
my adrenalin’s pumpin’ helping me speak at such a high volume.
Even without the mic
my voice is Chris McCandless the hitchhik…er
thumb to the sky, backpack full of words
ready to explore the unknown despite all the hazards
So open your ears and quit the chatter in the back
I’ve got some poetry to spit; you might have heard that it’s my knack
I’m what’s known as a regular around here
but my style’s anything but regular and commonness is the only thing I fear
That’s why one day I’ll be the author to win a Grammy
and deliver my acceptance speech in jeans and a cami
I’ll be a supporting actress who receives a Pulitzer Prize
and who will knowingly take everyone by surprise
with my ability to steal every scene
from the star who otherwise would seem so pristine
no matter what the line
I would make it seem like it was all mine
My presence would be greater than the screen
causing the film to be played only in 3D to emulate my preen
still, even that wouldn’t be enough to capture my essences
since I demand all of your senses
when you breathe me in and take me home
so you can put your own pen to paper and build me into a poem
trying explaining why when I speak your toes begin to curl
and that’s when you’ll realize that all the truth is not truth in this world.
Which is the reason falsehoods can become motivation to die
and that’s the grounds for no one ever really wondering why
but they doubt my religion that preaches peace and love over guilt and sin
you may have heard of it, it’s called The Beauty Within
It’s much warmer than it ought to by now;
regardless of the early setting sun
time is stealthily slipping and sliding
beyond my perceptions of what should be.
It was a simple, ordinary drive
one late afternoon that opened my eyes
to the bright summer sky turning into
the pastel blue mantle of fall’s embrace.
Bitter cold wind through my wet matted hair;
I let the chill come in from my window
filling my lungs with a cool clarity,
an understanding that I am happy.
My ghosts have moved on to haunt someone else;
their presence nevermore lingers within
my mind, my thoughts, my dark dreams; my former
phantoms seldom disturb my peace of mind.
Please don’t mind me, ‘cause currently, I’m high
on the air I breathe and the endorphins
I release from my liberated brain;
I’m a falling leaf not ready to decay.
First things first:
I must write a note for morning
In big bold letters
DON’T FORGET:
that purple pen you love
to put your English essay in the folder
eat something
“get those sit-ups right in”
oh and your head- you might need it
yet chances are I’ll forget all
that isn’t already attached to my body
so I’ shut off my light
only to turn on the one next to my bed
I cuddle up to my latest read
And get lost in another world
for the next hour or so
tales of far off worlds,
classic stubborn heroes,
the tortures of love,
and true romance
I forget about my own life
of acquiring credits,
planning future plans
and my own romance
I settle in and make my home
in the binding so not to miss a thing
then toss it aside until tomorrow
I close the light and hop out of bed
put on ambient beats and sit on the floor
gently positioning my
feet, knees, hands, finger, tailbone and spin
closing my eyes and taking a deep breath in
everything from the day no longer exists
the only thing that matters is how
my lungs are being filled with air
and tension is released when I let go of my breath
in and out
in and out
in and out
and back in bed
I’ll dream of him
I’ve been thinking about my life
before I opened my eyes to all the colors
and all the truth (along with all the lies)
I’ve been contemplating my mindset
before I heard the leaves swaying free in the wind
and listened to the rain’s song
as it unfolded upon the grounds.
and quiet frankly, I’m wondering how I lived
without ever being alive.
I remember when there was no such thing as sound
only the nuisance of noise;
when words were nothing more than their definitions;
when music was always meant to be in the background.
I remember when my voice, my mind, me heart,
My soul, my entire being was not of my own design.
And I’m left wondering how I lived,
without ever being alive.
But now that I’m awake
I realize that life is so much more
than what meets the eye,
so live while you can
without a worry of time;
live for the moment
and make most of whatever comes your way.
Let go of your anchors; let go our your past.
Spontaneity should be the new drug of choice
I don’t know about you,
but I’m under the influence
of the air I breathe.
Inhaling nature’s best and most positive, energetic spirits;
exhaling all that I don’t need,
hoping that my saturation can be your salvation,
so take it all in;
breathe it all in now.
It’s time to be alive!
It’s time to notice all we breeze by!
I don’t mean to preach but this is everything
they don’t mention in our everyday life.
And you see,
I’ve been thinking about the person
I used to be,
I was living with numbed senses
living in shadows, petrified of my own potential
when I should have been creating colors,
spreading truth, while putting an end to the lies,
listening to all the sounds
and finding out what it means
to actually be alive.
There’s a lot of dumb mistakes in this poem…i know it but i typed it fast and i didn’t have the ime to fix it. You should get the idea, and i’ll eventually have to the time to go back and correct myself.
Do you have a piece of paper
that I can borrow?
No, but have three that you can keep,
the name’s Joli by the way
and I’m one of the corknyist people you’ll ever meet.
Yes, I rhyme all the time
I keep the beat with my feet
But I change the tune with my mood
that used to say a lot but lately I’ve been happy with whatever I got.
Ringing cell phone and a pleasant surprise
his voice on the line reminds me of my lack in time
but the sweetness in his tone tell me I don’t have to worry about being alone.
Then walks in a mother and daughter
asking if there is a chair to spare
I’ll give you two and a footstool ta-boot.
Thank you, thank you my dear but what will you do?
I do not fear the support of my own legs
so relax for a bit I have no need to sit.
And there I stood for as long as I could
watching all the people go by, waiting for the fade of the sky
Dark denim with stare light flare, I continued to stand without a care.
One by one the people left with a heavy sigh still there I was in my meditative high.
Then I awoke with a question, a young girl spoke:
Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?
No, but I have three that you can keep,
the name’s Joli by the and I’m the corknyist person you’ll ever meet.
