My Dearest Summer

With so many questions,
I can't help but to pine.
How is it that I procured
the sweetest grape from the vine?

I crush and squeeze you
until you turn into wine.
A delicious byproduct:
little pressure, lots of time.

I want to consume you,
mind and body to dine.
Tracing fingers over skin,
soaking in every line.

Sharing breath after breath,
the taste and smell so fine.
Words cannot express my thoughts,
I'm as useless as a mime.

So euphoric, this dream.
I'm waiting for a sign
that you'll stop taking chances;
your lives don't count down from nine.

You are just so precious,
I can't believe you're mine.
The trip I've been awaiting,
basking in the Summertime.

The Pace

Snare, soft toe land
Top hat, breathe in
Bass, breathe out
Push, pull from within

A click, a faster trip
Wind around me
Engulfing chills
Horizon is all I see

Gravel crunching beneathe me
Exhaling release
Sweet freedom

So I keep walking with my head held high..

Yesterday, I received the news of my great-grandfather's passing. I was devastated, and in a state of shock. I was expecting it, but didn't want to accept the fact that he was going to go any day.

Robert E. Young, one of the most amazing people I always looked up to is gone. I remember the days back years ago where I would spend all day and night with him. I would help him harvest his garden of cucumbers, bell peppers, carrots, squash, and tomatoes every year before I went back home for school. I don't exactly know how to deal with this. My heart is shattered into a millions pieces. How do you go on with your life, knowing the one person who was there for you no matter what mess you got yourself into, was gone? I don't know what to say or do. I've cried for hours on end, and keep asking God why he took him from me. But no answer is ever given. I've been so caught up in my own life these last 3 years that I never made it down there to see him, let alone let him meet his great-great-grand kids. Lexie and Levi will never get to meet the man I loved so much and looked up to as a role model to always strive for the best, never settling for anything less. I know he would have loved to meet them, and it kills me that I never took them down there to Columbus, Georgia to meet him.

I'm trying to keep my head up and to keep going because I know that's what he would have wanted. I know he would want me to succeed in school, and be the best mother that I can be. Today, I put on a smile as I remembered him for the amazing man he was and still is.

Time

It is measurable and counted
and directs your every step.
It is as good as money,
yet it's worth nothing at all.
It moves mountains and oceans and coasts.
It's up and in and out and off;
if you want to find it on,
you check your wrist or wall.

It branches out the family tree,
and it's necessary for life.
It can heal all your wounds
and pass as slowly as snails.
It is a dirty four letter word
served behind iron bars and concrete.
It's completely familiar,
but don't know what it entails.

It marks your birth and it marks your death,
but few things in between the two.
It is epic. It is lame.
It's the virtuous virtue.
It is needed to make things happen,
required for the things I do,
and yet it all means nothing
if it is not spent with you.

-Steven West-

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.  

~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977 

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