Take Me

Take me home: the place I love.
Let the positive vibrations take
me away. Let the rhythm solve
my problems. Take me into
your place of refuge. Take me
to a distant place: a foreign land.
If you can, take me by the hand.
Take me, and teach me about
life, love, forgiveness, and truth.
Reggae, stay; continue to play.
Take me closer to myself –
I could use your guidance.
The waves of sound wash
away the worry: no hurry.
I can breathe and clearly see
the place you wish to take me.

Darkness Ensues

My darkest day has not come.
When the candles burn out,
when the stars fade to black,
when my spirit starts to slack,
when the grim reaper attacks,
when nightmares become real,
when my fate becomes sealed,
when my skin forgets to feel,
my darkest day will come.
Until then, I will spend my life
spreading light before darkness
ensues; I have no time to lose.

A Piece of Me

Piece by piece,
I have put myself
together: a mosaic
of sorts. Fragments
of the past grow
into things I know.
In all of my years,
tears dropped,
and some memories
lost. Tossed out.
The day I break
will be the day
I meet my fate.
At any rate, I piece
it all together.
Forever, I will be
at peace. Each
day, I give you
a piece of me,
so one day, I can
set myself free.

The Weight of Words

These words carry weight
only I can feel. There’s a heavy load
not easily shown. The pain you cause
is all too real. Your words weigh a lot,
although I do not. I feel awfully heavy,
but I’m moving steady. I hope to lose
this weight when I’m ready.
This weight has made me stronger
as your words help me now.
No matter what is said,
I don’t feel pressure. I don’t feel
this heavy load as I walk this road.
I’m used to this weight; it must be fate.
Your words may be heavy, but not to me.
I know these words will set me free.

How a Year Can Disappear

I blinked twice, then twice more.

I thought about life’s open doors.

I tried to stop it, but I failed.

Time flew by as my ship sailed.

I loved so much and hurt as well.

Those 52 weeks have a story to tell.

I pushed forward; I rarely reminisced.

It’s sad knowing things will be missed.

I look back and smile at my past,

Realizing time won’t last.

I look back and remember the year

Just before a new one appears.