So far out in the ether
Monday, September 28, 2015
So far out in the ether
Monday, August 31, 2015
You ever been with, around or close to someone
Who makes you feel so much?
Amplifies every color?
Makes your skin glow from the slightest touch?
Finishes your sentences
And invades your thoughts?
That one who notices every little detail
From how you wear your hair
To the faintness of your perfume smell
How your brow raises in thought
Or when your mood changes
He's right there cheering you on
Arms wide open, hugging you so warm
Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much
He laughs at your corny jokes and such
His gaze is so focused, you are afraid he'll see right through you
And when your eyes meet his
He feels the complete you
Too bad, he's the guy across the street, or behind the counter
Or he's taken by another
Or he's just a figment in your dreams
Yet you keep holding on to the feeling
That one day he'll notice you and wake you up
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
I’ve been holding this in for awhile now
I think that it's time for us to have a sit down
a face to face a conversation
there are some things that need discussing
first, I miss you
I apologize for not standing up for you
for trying to hold it down on my own
but since you started to neglect yourself
and place blame on everyone else but yourself
I didn't know what to do
but to distance myself from you
now I see that it was wrong of me
to leave you in your time of need
we are made for each other
mixtures of different hues
the plight we share
as each generation grows
is the same
but the foundation
has crumbled and is beginning to fade
so I ask that we pitch in
and get to work
it's gonna get messy
and some feelings may get hurt
we have been carrying a great weight
and the longer we allow this burden
to sink us further
I fear that there will be a day
we will not be able to reach each other
so today I ask
that we stop the disrespect
stop running and stand your ground
that we acknowledge each other
and not tear our spirits down
not give into meaningless
but that we work on
rebuilding this foundation
find the trust for one another again
that we come together
and stand united, brotha to sistah
friend to friend
arm in arm we not surrender
or give into the fears
that have been plaguing
our communities, our psyches
for so many years
let not another stake be wedged
let's defend this
space that we have
by bridging the gap
so tight, and enforcing
with all our might
so my brotha, my sistah
do you forgive me?
as I have forgiven you ...
© sharbi3 2006
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Get caught up in my thoughts and such.
Make dreams realities and wet paintings touched.
Where stars are dark matters burning lights.
Caught in thoughts
Where birds take wingless flights
and fish live in trees.
Sense isn't made by dollars making change.
When the sun reverses and becomes the moon,
tides sucked into the ocean's vacuum.
I think too much,
Like dreams are strange.
When realities are no longer games.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Often, ones place more value in the thought instead of the action of acquiring "things". If only I had this, I could get this, and then I would be ______. A cycle that doesn't end because one is always chasing the next "thing". First the thought of how to obtain it, then the action of getting it (with or without consequence).
We fight one and others for "things". We kill one and others for "things". We worship those we perceive as having "things" we may not. Longing for the intangibles, we forget about how, who and what we are, were or will be withOUT those "things".
In birth, we are given but one thing ... breath of life. In death, it is taken away.
Living would be so simple, if there were less focus on acquiring "things" we do not need.
Why do we destroy each other for "things" when the ONE and only thing that matters is living?
Friday, August 7, 2015
whirling all around
the clock continues to chime
as the seconds steadily
wind down time
and predictable glowing sunsets
meridians remain the same
lats and lons never change
life and death
and the time in between
how often do you do
the unpredictable things?
take a break from
sometimes it's good to hear
three simple words
to make everything
that is shattered in your world
so clear and easier to piece
simpler to hear the joy in
allows your eyes to
capture the clarity
in the midst of the cloudy haze
from the lips of
someone so dear
all i really want
is . . .
I . . .
Love . . .
sentirme, mi corazón está escuchando
copyright (c) sharbi3 2006
Sunday, August 2, 2015
what is right
what may be
in the niche
How does one know
which choice to make?
Which chance to forsake?
When to await
at the fork.
born to make
a short while,
Take a leap