Days when God is unattainable...(9/15/15)

There are days when God is unattainable; where we have met a boundary that we cannot penitrate, go over, go through, or ask for it to be removed. We become responsible to go around, honor its limits, and accept the work it demands. Sometimes we approach mountains without a shovel to dig through. Take my hand, and lets walk around together.

For My Birthday...

I finally know what I want for my birthday; another chance to give.
Another chance to give to you something of myself. A post card, a poem,
a piece of creative put-together-junk that resembles a smiling face,
a flower from the lawn with some sentimental memory attached of how
and when I grew it and what it meant to me symbolically,
a chance to share a childhood dream, or to treat you to an ice cream,
a chance to bring you peace of mind with my calm heart, not the panicky-version,
a chance to make you smile with my laughter as you tickle and tease my silly ways,
a chance to hug you with tears in my eyes cause I'm having such a good day.
Another chance to write to you a letter with my sentiments and stories.
I know what I want for my birthday.

A Summer Coctail and friends...

I came to see Angela and Conner today in Allentown. I gardened with Angela for a few hours in the humid sun. The shade felt good. My skin became irritated from the dust, dirt, and various pollens that I am not exposed to in Brooklyn. I hosed off my arms and legs, then rested while Angela still worked. I left her there to shower at the house. I strolled over to the grocery store for pizza toppings, fancy cheese, and uncooked pizza doe. I also picked up some sushi and frozen breaded shrimp. Conner made me a fancy cocktail with tequila and the fruit I bought. After our meal we put on wet suits and headed to his cousin's pool. We competed in the water who could touch the other side and back without surfacing. The water, so refreshing in the dark at 9 o'clock. We then skinny dipped. It was my first time doing this with friends. I felt like my day was an old photograph.

Pain

Pain,
We're connected.
You know us each by name.
The issues you enter in us differ,
still you're familiar to every heart.
Belief is your companion,
Belief that we're divided,
Belief that no one understands,
Belief that we are different,
that we bleed different,
cry different,
eat different,
sleep different,
love different,
dream different.
Maybe issues differ,
yet pain remains the same.
We forget we're connected.
We believe in a divide.

Then Today (1/5/15)

This morning, the moon and lady liberty.
There was blue in the sky, radiating with vibrancy no one, nor I, could understand.
A glow.
This afternoon, the sun, beaming in a similar space.
Windmills in the distance I haven't notice before.
There was I, sitting across from a girl, passing the time.
Then today, there was snow over the city that I love.