A very relevant poem to my longing to shift from being a boy to a man. I had a recent love that lasted for years, and as with many romantic scenario's I lost my identity. For so long I had afforded
myself the confidence in the decisions I was making, and bathed in the confidence that bore. However I could not defend against the constant berating and impetuous insults. Finally in the end I had no real sense of who I was until, in just the right moment the universe gave me, or rather offered me the chance to experience someone new. And with the fear of failure my previous interest tried to instill, I pushed forward, ever so slowly opening myself to the notion that I was far greater than I had allowed myself to believe. With the weight of a dying love off my shoulders, my confidence started welling up, and with the assistance of a new friend, I found I had always been a man, I was just to soaked in fear that had been bathed upon me for so long to let him free...
This poem should help those heal you have lost themselves, and are in desperate need of the power
that will help them push forward.
I wake this day with vigour
Warm breathe bathing my skin
a beauty and sin.
Naked lust with sly lips,
floating across my chest
She is...
my deliverance from childhood.
Confidence that blue is an oceans calling
None, not rotted arrows slung
nor putrid scent from devil's lips
Shall breed tortuous doubt.
Fear fades with white sands in wind
As the messenger commands
To soak in oceans where there were deserts,
Just moments in the dryer past.
Against eager motion of waving in delight.
Loose silky attire first must caress my
milk chocolate skin.
Draped for readiness, I now begin.
Prepared for bluer skies quest,
one that is weighed by action,
as each action begins.
I sense insecurity with every assault
Badgering sensible advice
Guiding through every choice.
By this a boy becomes a man.
Every thought now,
my balanced banquet between...
love and greed
Tastefully expressing wine lists
Purchasing by want nor need
A final guarantee
I shall ever bathe in the bluest of blue
toes dipped deep in tanner sands, until liquid fades.
Showered by oceans heavings in appreciation.
For the gratifying knowledge,
I finally deserve.
N.Pablito
Photo Credit: The photo is of an installation piece by Michelle Vitale Loughlin, called Waterfalls.
Michelle will soon have a piece featured at Saint John the Divine in Manhattan.(she can be seen
in my photo Fedora for two...Thank you Michelle for all your inspiration thus far, it is truly an honor to be in your presence)
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