the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time


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Day 310 – Confession #1: Surrender

To surrender is to:
Breathe in the unforgivable toxins that assault your most precious lungs

Yes, you know the danger that awaits you and you continue to welcome it

You inhale the negative possibilities,
The indiscriminate liabilities,
The physically-impairing invalidities

Allowing them to consume you

But presume that you, for a second,
Stopped this? Well, maybe not this
Time
But, in time? And with time?

Perhaps you’ll learn to not surrender so easily
Reconsider your strengths and rid of failed attempts
For failure is just a mistake in disguise
Ready for transformation into realizations of new visions

See, each incision
Heals.
With mistakes you carve into you the most unique scars
That toughen your skin, make you stronger within.

So if today you must surrender to the whims of defeat
Know that your damaged lungs and scars do not stop you from moving.
You have feet left to follow,
And mistakes left to make.


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Day 309 – Rediscoveries

While you’ve been away, I think I’ve found courage
See, I’ve been trying to make sense of it.
I thought I had lost it in the darkness of lonely nights.
For a second I thought I never knew it.

Can you believe it?
I thought that I had simply lost it alongside my disappearing pairs of socks.
Like I had misplaced it among a mass of haystacks
As if I had simply laid it down while I finished another chore or two

Well, after some contemplative nights of
Wading through puddles of tears
Pillows damped by such rainfall
I arose

I lifted my falling eyelids,
Propped them up as best as I could and, boy, did I see the light

Can you believe it?
That I saw courage once more?
I found it in the footsteps that I was to take.
In the chess moves that I was to make.
In the pound and throb of my heartache.

I found courage when others would have surrendered,
But I know better than to give up.


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Day 228 – Well Spent

Stumble, simply tumble.
And leap through archways.
And for a while,
Don’t walk a mile.
Instead, I beg of you
To take a breath
Take nothing less.
I plead with you
Please quiet the questions
That burden you so.
I implore this of you.
For this substantive land
Is yours to explore.
And now?
I grant you a few hours,
So spend them wisely.
I now pronounce you:
At peace.


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Day 210 – Surfboard

And I know I’ve complained,
About life hitting in waves,
And crashing,
Barreling overhead.
Critically enveloping me.
But I am blessed to be reminded:
Though vast,
The ocean of life does not stand still for too long.
For I am a surfer,
Just waiting to catch my big wave;
Until then I shall stay ready,
And enjoy the sweet crests on the surface.


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Day 122 – News Flash

Hey Mama, did you catch the news?
Kanye and Jay-Z, your rap ain’t lined with real rhythm and blues
‘Cause if ya havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you son
This world’s got more than 99 problems
I’m pretty sure a bitch ain’t one

Suspected Islamists kill three police officers in Nigeria…
Why you think “Western education is forbidden”? Do we not fit the criteria?
And if you’re about to come up with some ill-tasting slur
We’ll just blame our inadequate education just to be sure

And look…
Four Palestinians killed in latest Israeli air strikes on Gaza
And all you knew about the Israelis was:
They eat bread (like challah) and soups with matzah?
In fine print…
Moscow is providing thousands of tons of wheat
Kim Jong-il knows food shortages don’t taste all that sweet

Oh shit, you thought the Middle East was over it?
New Syrian protests turn deadly, BBC, we have another memory
Another thought quickly filed into the appropriate compartments of our minds:
The “Do Not Bother Reading, There’s Nothing You Can Do” section of
The Unread Times

So you’re telling me
I’m supposed to read the news everyday?
Have you even looked at the news tonight?
I’m afraid of opening up each window
(Which by the way, has been favorited, bookmarked, recommended, liked)
For fear of being blasted by pain,
Being deafened by screams for mercy,
Being washed away in a flood of tears
And being forced to feel something…

‘Cause wait, you’re just a little too comfortable sitting at this screen
And flippin’ through your neatly printed magazine
Twisted and polished by this consumer lifestyle of the money-makin’ scene
But if you truly insist, to just coexist
Don’t say I didn’t warn you,
‘Cause ignorance ain’t bliss


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Day 121 – Are They Blind?

Why can’t they see
That I am unable to meditate here?
Between the dew on the grass and the thick aloe plants
My compass fails me

She’s leaving again, He’s leaving again
Why do they always have to go?

I try to hold in the sadness
Though it reflects in puddles at my feet
And it freezes with the snow, into sleet

And sometimes I awake from my slumber
Drenched in nervous sweat
Trickling down my cheeks

Never lost, but mostly misplaced
My longing thoughts do not easily precipitate
For the vapor stays, contributing to the tributary of my tears

Why can’t they see that we’re a little bit more broken every time they leave?
And how is it that they do not notice the tears on my sleeve?