the rhythm between the steps

the rhythm between the steps:

Like a steel drum, 

     or subtle strum,

This spark deep within my chest. 

Maybe cause I wasn't expecting to be stopped by the syncopation, can't seem to catch my breath...

Find myself falling

Flickering

Feeling the rhythm between the steps.

Excitement grows,

        I know it shows.

    I'm ready, so what's next?

 

 

 

 

Inauguration thoughts

If I were smoke from a flameless fire would I still billow up, would I smolder and expire. Or did I just never exist at all? Nearly a fragment, a thought, a concept so small?

But we're watching everyone, while they're watching us... Chests out, narrowed eyes, shoulders broad and acting tough. 

And frankly, my dear, I've had  enough. The world is already rough without you being so gruff. 

Time to STFU and blow away with the dust....

 

 

Both feet

 

 

 

Meditations focus - Open and Embracing the Present

There is beauty everywhere. 

Even in my sadness I can see it, feel it, embrace it. 

It reminds me that I'm human. 

That I feel the fleeting moment because I am in that fleeting moment. 

I am ALIVE, 

       and that right there, is the most beautiful thing of all... 

 

 

i like talking to you

Gives me that outta gas, 

gonna be stranded kind of sputter.

Find myself tripping, not falling, tongues slipping and I stutter.

But jaded as fuck, so not gonna let that heart flutter. 

I'll just stand here.

        Try to play it cool...