Memory Lane

Today, the car is in cruise control.
I take it slow and go with the flow.
Today, I take a ride down Memory
Lane. I revisit past pain and travel
through time frames: different days.
I unravel. I tear up gravel to navigate
an unknown fate. I carry weight;
I talk to my shadows: old versions
of myself. Sometimes, I ask them
for help – words of advice. Miles
into Memory Lane, I face pain
and embrace joy all the same.
I see old friends of mine the way
they were before I last saw them.
I notice houses I used to live in;
I recognize yards I used to play in.
I begin to see places I have been.
Today, I met with Father Time
and rode down Memory Lane
before any new memories came.



Love is

Love is in the air; I can feel it.
Something tells me good things
are coming. We can create a life
that consist of mostly sunny days
and starry nights. Love is the answer
to our questions. Love is a knife
that cuts tension. Our love will last
to our future from our past.
Love is rooted in love. Love me
as I love you. Love endlessly
for love is vast. Love is us. We
can never love too much. Trust.

25

Today, I turn 25. Dang,
where has the time gone?
I have learned how to
write, sing, love, and live
in 25 different ways.
25. What a good number.
I’m blessed to see another
day or even year. I feel
fine like a sun that shines.
I must be growing. I must
be learning more. I’m 25%
sure that I’m still loading.
In this life, I give thanks
to all that I love. I’ll push
on to feel alive at age 25.

The Reunion

Today is the day. We all get together.
There’s so much to say. It can’t get better.
To see you all again, it means the most.
We are now men, the game show hosts.
So much time has flown on by.
The sun still shined when clouds cried.
We are here now on this very day.
We made a vow to remain the same.
This reunion is the only thing I need:
To feel the same – to fan the flame.
We have grown and flown from home.
We all drifted apart with the same heart.
Yesterday was the day we all met.
When we met, it felt like no one left.
This reunion was much needed
as our love is deeply rooted.

A Tranquil Tribe

I am part of a tribe that feels alive.
We drink, dance, and indulge.
We talk, laugh, and cry into the night.
We understand how to combat the cold.
Once reunited, I become excited.
This feeling of bliss, I just can’t fight it.
I am one with the group – I am one
letter in this alphabet soup.
When others seem to often debauch,
we turn around and refuse to watch.
Love is our group’s practical practicum;
We receive love, then give away some.
Much like how pandas clench their own,
we seize the night and hold on tight
before we notice the morning’s light.