Tie Dye & Rose Colored Glasses

They came,

colored in tie dye and rose colored glasses

to sit by creeks,

to dance under the sun and moon and stars…

Some to find themselves,

Some to lose themselves.

 

They came, in clusters of jingling bells and braided hair

To feel at home in the middle of nowhere,

to create a bond with complete strangers,

to learn to smile at all the absurdity of life.

 

They came, 

and danced, and kissed, and cried, and watched day turn into night 

and then left three moons later,

renewed and confident in nothing

except the certainty that sensitive souls aren’t alone in this world.

 

 

 

 

 

Alive

I pulled up the blinds.

I discovered that if I moved just right

at a certain time in the day,

I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face,

Even from the depths of the pit where I find myself daily.

I finally understood the man I once saw standing in front of the ocean

naked, arms spread wide open, eyes closed

As he faced the sun and embraced the time where if even for one or two seconds,

he allowed himself to truly experience the pleasures of being alive

on this planet, made of water and sand

but so many other terrible things that it becomes easy,

Automatic even,

to forget how much we need to feel the sun on our skin every now and then,

forget that we are all connected to the sun, the moon, and the stars in a way we can’t explain…

 

So I moved just far enough to the right,

closed my eyes,

and I let the sun remind me

that I’m human,

that I’m alive,

and that Earth is a beautiful place to call home.

For everything else

Endorphins race accross my brain like a string quartet,

pushing and pulling against each other

until their noise is so deafening

that I find myself at peace;

Only when everything inside me is screaming do I find myself alive

 

What is happiness

but a certain balance of chemicals in our brain

and if I’m unbalanced,

at least there’s a warm embrace ready when I need one these days.

 

For everything else,

there’s a doctor with pills

For everything else,

there is poetry and a dream.

Writers/Poets < Madness

Snow

The snow fell like salt,

seasoning the world with the wishes made by those who still believe in wishes

I looked up at the tiny slice of sky visible from my chair

not knowing why or what my heart wanted to say

paralyzed by the indescribable

I anticipated the new to makes all things new

and not merely replace one misery for another

no wishes whispered,

but desires scribbled on a lined piece of paper

memorializing my grand gesture of hope

that good things come to those who fight for them.

The snow stopped falling

But I still felt ice cold in my prison of theories and calculated logic.

Airplane Talk

He stared at me through the space of that empty airplane seat and spoke very softly, as if painting the portrait of a waltz with his voice:

- You will fall in love with someone. You will get married. Then you’ll both cheat on each other.

I stared back at him with wide-opened eyes and mouth, not even thinking of how young and naive I must have looked then. He gave a quick sad smile and continued, his voice now even softer, almost a rough whisper:

- No one stays the same forever. People change, so why would it be any different with love? Love changes too. You will cheat not because you lust after someone else, but rather because you have grown to love someone else. Love gone is replaced with love anew; it’s a cycle we can not and should not control. To do so is to deny ourselves the multiple soulmates we are destined to have. Think about it: just how many sides do you have? Do you think one person will ever be able to love each of them completely, or even understand them? Being loved in different ways by separate individuals is what makes one loved in the absolute.

He then paused and waited for my response. I stared at his tired eyes for what seemed like a long time and saw within them a wisdom and pain beyond my years. While I understood his statements and had a sort of awe for this man and his words, my naive youth protested inside. Yet I knew that whatever wisdom I possessed on matters of the heart, it would sound immature and idiotic next to his experiences. Quietly, I too let out a rough whisper across that empty airplane seat that reflected the only truth I knew then:

- I can only hope you are wrong and live my life accordingly.

He nodded, as if he was expecting that answer, and we went back to intervals of nodding off and smiling at the jokes from the sitcom show on the airplane’s tv. But oh, how silly love sounded after that conversation, how banal and incapable, yet also how simple! And if I could relate to you today the lesson I learned from that conversation, it is simply this: sometimes love is the one to fail us, not the people in it.

Sunset

The sun melted like hot wax over the ocean

and the beautiful peach and pink glow that blended together over the horizon

reminded me of a satisfying orgasm shared between two lovers at the end of a long night of slow and passionate sex

The birds dove for their preys

and the waves, with each break, danced like an elegant but ferocious ballerina

for no one except the three individuals sitting up at the first hill of sand in front of that hypnotizing sea,

who happened to somehow have stumbled upon a scenery reserved just for them,

The little adventurers

who traveled all the way from that first grain of sand on the steps of the beach house made of wood and magic,

now filled with laughter and love

The sun melted away the day

but the night brought with it neon rain, techno ninjas,

and a sky with so many stars I could no longer keep count.

Either way, I didn’t need to know just many many stars filled the sky

but only that they were there, cold and bright, shining down on me,

perhaps counting the humans down on Earth

If it was cold, only my little toes felt it

Inside me, there were a million fluttering butterflies

and the same blend of pink and peach blush earlier painted across the sky

now shot accross my heart like a million falling stars.