Monthly Archives: November 2014

my modern hippie poem

Life is all about catching your dreams and letting them fly away
like a monarch butterfly…
your dreams are those of royalty and
you deserve to walk with a crown on your angelic tresses.
you deserve to feel the earth’s heartbeat
as it travels from the grass
to the in-between spaces
of your feet
all the way up to your nose.
You deserve to feel the energy, the vibrations
of happiness
and you will
as long as you are willing to twirl around in the rain
to feel Mother Nature showering you with her love
and admiration.
you will
as long as you are willing to become one
with the leaves on the trees
with the breeze
caught on the wings of buzzing bees
with the fish in the sea…
the extensions
of your “me”.
you will
if you spread your wings and rise
without the fear of falling
from among the stars…
even if you do,
you will still be in the clouds.
you will
if you embrace the rays of the sun
as if they were your own
and walk with them in your hands
without the worry of losing them.
you will
if you can sit in silence
and hear the world
whisper your name…
you will
if you can sit there
and see the stars
spell out love…
you will
if you
embrace
you.

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November 7th

I could get lost in a world where nothing exists but the beauty, the solace of where Coltrane’s music takes me.
Ellington keyed directions on where to go.
And now, I walk on guided path paved with the harmony of pain and optimism.
The bass strings one thought to the next…
The sun is shining.
Naima is holding my hand
The air here feels alive…
And so do I.

Somewhere Inside the Rainbow

You know…

I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out what’s on the other side of the rainbow

That I didn’t realize the real treasure is what lies within…

That the diamonds I’ve been searching for are hidden in the droplets of water that hug the sun before saying their goodbyes…

That happiness is in fact the color blue…

More specifically the hue

Right before violet.

That sapphires of joy are not encased in golden rings, but rather are in the rain-filled clouds that wash the confusion away…

That love is not just red…

That light is not just yellow…

That originality is not just orange…

That serenity is not just green…

That I represent the entire spectrum

That is hidden in the prism of my self.

That I am Indigo…

That being blue is just as easy as being green

And that… well that isn’t bad at all.

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