hold on to the thought
slowly slipping away
the thought that made me reach out
to the moon
the one I wanted to recall but couldn’t
for the memory is starting to fade
like old paper
or old film
the thought that comes to mind
and then forgotten
forever lost? not quite
just a little case of amnesia
they say I’ll be lonely, that I’ll grow old alone
so they tell me to find someone, as if the one that
I would love grows on trees
as if like apples
I can just easily take a pick
and put whoever he is in my basket
they make it sound like I should go on shopping
hit the grocery store or the market
and start going through my list
why can’t they understand that I’m fine?
that I prefer it this way?
that I prayed to God about it,
that I am in no hurry,
that settling down would mean difficulty
for both my parents
I stand firm but never am I alone
being single never equates to loneliness
I am the exception to whatever rule
you may have in mind
I refuse their pressure
I know they will never understand
and I don’t need them to
for I know what I want
and I know what makes me happy
Would I had waked this morn where Florence smiles,
A-bloom with beauty, a white rose full-blown,
Yet rich in sacred dust, in storied stone,
Precious past all the wealth of Indian isles-
From olive-hoary Fiesole to feed
On Brunelleschi’s dome my hungry eye,
And see against the lotus-colored sky,
Spring the slim belfry graceful as a reed.
To kneel upon the ground where Dante trod,
To breathe the air of immortality
From Angelo and Raphael-TO BE-
Each sense new-quickened by a demi-god.
To hear the liquid Tuscan speech at whiles,
From citizen and peasant, to behold
The heaven of Leonardo washed with gold-
Would I had waked this morn where Florence smile!
the time is right, the day is perfect
yet nothing happens
everything seems right and all in place
still nothing happens
you’ve waited for this day
however, it’s not the day
for luck is nowhere in sight
the pillow is hard, the bed is full of air
my eyes will never close.
I keep them open ’til they’re numb
but my old friend still won’t come
for the Sandman seems to have forgotten me
I try everything
toss, tumble —- tumble and toss
the sheets are everywhere
and still I am awake
I envy the dreamer with his peaceful sleep
off to dreamland…miles away
I lie here in this world of insomniacs
haunted by the dreams that never come.
The sun is slowly creeping up
while sleep still eludes me
I may forever be a prisoner of this sleepless land
I tried the strawberry full of berries
before going for the rockies of the rocky road
There were cookies in a cream and the pistachio
The coffee crumbled while the mango floated
then I tried the Double Dutch.
Went loco for the choco before diving in
for the banana
Hazel went a little bit nut
and I ate the rainbow
Sprinkled some marshmallow and I’m almost done.
I saved the best for last,
so I slobbered all over vanilla
as I close my eyes to sleep
I pray my guardian angel keep watch
until tomorrow, or until the Lord takes my soul
I pray that I have done good for the day
enough for me to be saved
as I close my eyes to sleep
if given another day to live,
may I treasure it and do more kindness than yesterday
and if I close my eyes for the final sleep
I hope and pray to leave a legacy
that I may be proud of
the night was young and so was boy
as he waited for the fair full moon
he held his heart out for someone dear
but she was nowhere to be found
he waited ’til midnight yet girl
did not arrive
so boy went home with broken heart
despair and sorrow.
he then spoke to the stars and made
told them he would never fall
or give out his love
as they all cried in unison
one star fell from the sky
for it wanted to give its heart out for the boy
just like what it did so long before
Ten o’clock: the broken moon
Hangs not yet a half hour high,
Yellow as a shield of brass,
In the dewy air of June,
Poised between the vaulted sky
And the ocean’s liquid glass.
Earth lies in the shadow still;
Low black bushes, trees, and lawn
Night’s ambrosial dews absorb;
Through the foliage creeps a thrill,
Whispering of yon spectral dawn
And the hidden climbing orb.
Higher, higher, gathering light,
Veiling with a golden gauze
All the trembling atmosphere,
See, the rayless disk grows white!
Hark, the glittering billows pause!
Faint, far sounds possess the ear.
Elves on such a night as this
Spin their rings upon the grass;
On the beach the water-fay
Greets her lover with a kiss;
Through the air swift spirits pass,
Laugh, caress, and float away.
Shut thy lids and thou shalt see
Angel faces wreathed with light,
Mystic forms long vanished hence.
Ah, too fine, too rare, they be
For the grosser mortal sight,
And they foil our waking sense.
Yet we feel them floating near,
Know that we are not alone,
Though our open eyes behold
Nothing save the moon’s bright sphere,
In the vacant heavens shown,
And the ocean’s path of gold.
I gained it all now time to shed it
sweat it off and shake it lose
Burning sensation deep within
tread the mill and run the course
Here I go all over again
A toast to health is the goal I aim