Looking back, I’ve found myself traveling and traversing in a zigzag pattern. I had searched a long while for a map with definition and I’m not talking a full blown up atlas but a colorful sketch with different tints and hues. So, it is necessary to rewind and untangle the ties that bind the long drawn out account of my life. It used to be just a grid that spanned from point A to point B. In my efforts, I’ve tried to weave my own point in time to crisscross and intersect wit...

In the years gone by and lost, I’ve found myself at crossroads over and over but still pushing forward even when the world did not want me to push. Recently, I returned to school to gain perspective and motivation for a better place in life, and I found that it is less fruitful than I had previously imagined. In all honesty, I went to prove something to myself. Perhaps to recoup the years lost but mostly because I thought it was the right thing to do and that I would not only be a bette...

Our Souls Mated When we first met, we were standing stripped of our attire. We were two atypical creatures just standing beneath desire. Reticently, you acted like a chicken scratching in a coup. I humbly sat pigeon holed like a bird honing in the roost. Such an awkward phase that would pass with every laugh and grin. As we patiently waited for the new to begin again. When we first came together we dragged out all our luggage. My feeble arms shifted as I almost lost my footage. I sat my bagga...

Little bits and pieces of me are all under the ridges. Defiled and reshuffled by the tip of your hat, the flip of your lip, the whip of your smack, it was the print you left behind. Adrift in the dust, you arise to surmise with the wind of your weight running from head to toe, the show with more glow, so damn profound as you sit down. The ego sits in the side corner pocket. I multiply as you criticize every angle of my linear frame in time moving forward backward crosscutting to dissecting la...

Traveling the world is one of the best adventures that a person can embark on because it brings new adventures, chances and meetings. I had traveled before going to Europe. After graduating high school, my parents took me to Korea, I should say back to Korea, since I was born there before my adoption to the States. We had gone to Japan and Korea and after stopped through Hawaii on the way home. It was a jet-setting and bittersweet time for I was a tourist in my own homeland. I had returned to...

Came to the place you told me you'd be. Gone was the air for I could no longer breathe. Stood with my balloon while I waited for fate. I was sent to the station to wait for you by the gate. No one came by to claim me as theirs, then moved to the back to sit by the stairs. You abandoned me and left me alone. I was shipped away by the hands of such drones. I was only four when God closed that door. A big Snoopy laid on a big old bed waiting for me, so they said. I was told I smashed toothpaste ...

From the moment you enter the world, you will be blinded. The safety of the womb will have become a distant haze and your eyes will open to a world that will take hold of you from the moment you take your first breath. If Earth is the first destination of many, you will move through the planet with a broken heart for the planet is plagued with the idea of survival of the fittest. One small heart is in the midst of billions of hearts, large and small, old and new, pulsing and pounding for equa...

Black Clouded There's a little black cloud hanging overhead filled with raindrops waiting to pour. Such blackness drowns out sunshine. Doom and gloom over such demise, we can't see between ego and selfish pity, because black clouds devour our sunshine and rays of light. For every personal cloud hanging over our head, each one is more turbulent and blacker than the next, verging on hurricanes, tidal waves and monsoons. Dense minds overcome such dreadful plight, while others pour on the tears a...

Black Poet where u at? Busy on the Motorola or Blackberry? Getting the message sent across town via internet directory? Black Poet where's the mic in hand and the soapbox linguistic genius that rap once decreed? Beatbox muse and drum kit news For this I find unsettling. For the Leaders of the New School where have your students run to? Not even with fun did they run unless to decorate their guns with diamonds and bling. How quick to forget that their demise came from the very same thing. The ...

For many years, I had an inner voice that constantly said, “No.” As the years went on the voice went on but I never spoke them loudly, that is for someone to hear. This word was useless to me for it fell on deaf ears. So to pass the time, my mind would tick, inbetween the silences and the ticking of my heart, my inner voice would hum and learn new words that I had replaced over the years. I had to live after all and a child cannot live on the word, “No” forever. Today, parents and families ar...