Poems

Tony

I am everything I ever wanted to be Filled with even more character than what I had Mark my every step but don't live in despair For your love has blessed me to not be afraid Everything that was will be again My image is still the same but in disguise Live and never let it hinder you For I now have wings and am able to fly Let not weakness prohibit your walk Nor profound experiences talk your talk I am because I exist and with this I am content I was guided through paths that kings and queens went You'll feel me in the wind for I am finally free I'll walk within you strides and be the air you breathe This is me, it is I walking on water in your dreams For I eternally cherish the bond between you and me I am because you are so don't shed a tear or blame When you need me call me, I'm just a prayer away

— C.P.

EARTH

You were a man of the earth. You liked water and the dirt. Water feeds us in significant ways, and it is in the dirt that we lay to help us grow, enrich us with skill, help us create, and keep us moistened with thought, contemplation, and formulation. Looking at the sky you saw yourself accomplishing a mission. Your eagerness to get there gave you a sensation to discover the meaning behind your message. Peace lives in the stars and your destination is just that. You were done promoting it on this dirt and it was really that. The wind, which captured your curiosity, is composed of your divinity. Water and dirt prepared you for holiness and light. You know when I will take that flight. I will look for and wait for you, my finch, and I'll find you within an inch or two. I know your anticipation for our consolidation will be in a valid destination

— J.A.

WORDS IN THE WIND

Have you ever been listening as the wind blows on past Hearing some message you wish it would last Could it be advice from God, or some similar things A voice of an Angel, and the advice it will bring It visited a family and friends full of grief Friends and family were longing for some type of relief Someone was missing, it happened too soon The people were crying when one looked to the moon Consumed with depression she ran for a hike Ran to the hills to a spot that he liked The sky was clear as she started the trail She could feel the wind and heard words as it wailed Startled and scared, she stopped in her place But the wind kept on blowing, creating a face Recognizing the features, a visit from above She relaxed, felt comfort, like a tight fitting glove She thanked him for advice, she surely did need He said don't forget it, take notice, take heed The message he'd given seemed so long ago Your family is together and now I must go WORDS IN THE WIND WORDS IN THE WIND RAPPING HIS MESSAGE TO A WORLD THAT'S SO VAST WORDS IN THE WIND WORDS IN THE WIND KNOWING THE MESSAGE WOULD NOT BE HIS LAST

— C.M.

MJ

You saw it first rolled in Jamaican colors. You tasted it and made it your number one lover. Ever since that night you used it as your cover. The smell made you sigh, you closed your eyes and loved being high. Your creativity blew and you knew the connection that was made anew. You loved to be surrounded by her and wished to grow her. Some did not understand but you found me, I stood by my man continuously. The aroma consumed our house, your clothes, and even your breath. It seems as if weed gave you strength. Puffing herb made you flow, artistically you began to grow. In the midst of the smoke, you began to soak your definitions, premonitions, admirations, and observations of reality. You said "Please don't get mad at me, help me create my family." Jane made you melancholy. You avoided disruption and didn't follow anybody. I see you blow towards me followed by that smile that I cherish sacredly. She saved you and made you. In the end she paid you with happiness and gave you a sleep full of delightfulness.

— J.A.

REMEMBER

Remember me, Anthony? I saw the world as you did, covered you up and protected you like a kid. You represented Jen and on my list you were a ten. You felt me, heard me, understood and loved me. Most importantly you appreciated me. Anthony our love traveled to all levels before we could catch up. It broke through the gates of heaven leaving you there and me here. But Anthony, you see my tear, I shed them here because it is torturous you not being near to touch you, feel you, guide you, and see you. I know God is blessed to have you. You remind me of a finch Their vivid colors represent their personality, they bless the world with their happiness truly. But a finch dies young as you did, leaving their bliss for others to miss.

— J.A.

Anthony...

In heaven do you have a birthday? In heaven can you feel our love? In heaven could you kiss us? In heaven do you have rap music? In heaven do you have toys and you know, video games?

— M

Dear God,

I understand my son is a gift not to own, but on loan. To cherish and to love, to nurture and to raise into his own. But why would he be taken so young? Before, truly his job was done? I will always cherish and love my son. Please take good care of him. Thank you. Amen

— MOM

THE SUN IN MY EYES

When the sun rises I look outside, hoping to see you out of your crisis. Writing is powerful, and so I do. It enables me to reminisce about you. As I view the clouds I try hard to see whether there is a key for me. If I find one, I will unlock the gate and reunite with my mate. The color of the sun changes just as you with your personality changes. But her colors shine and tell of a story, just as you with your poetry. Subjects ranged from working relations, to smoking pleasures, to sexual stimulations. Most importantly the words expressed you and ultimately made you true. You grew into my heart and embedded me with all your fine weaponry. The colors in you were transferred to me, now I hope to shine for you infinitely.

— J.A.