Free Fallin’
I recall my most relaxed experience
was one where the air cradled me in suspense.
Falling wasn’t free, but it was worth the fee
to feel a minute turn from infinity to clarity.
Inside the cavity of the winged vessel,
anticipation tensing up my muscles,
pulsating through wind’s circulation
as the metal bird’s valve bursted open.
Through the gateway to sky oceans
soaring with Tom Petty motions
off the arms of a mechanical body
spurting me out of its artery.
10,000 feet above the ground,
naked airs slip, my ears sound.
120 miles per hour, my body falls
60 beats per minute, my EKG scrawls.
Soul reading at P(ea)Q R(e)ST.
Critical points of curve at lowest stress
where my body braved at the ready
with the whisked blows beating steady.
Strain release from my back drops
the nylon rainbow shoots, pops
my ears became a flat line
coming home, safely off cloud nine.
From the last I remembered peace
in my heart with tremors that ceased,
I fell through Nature’s breath to dive
as she reminded me that I am still alive.
Capturing the Moment
I used to scoff
at all those
pieces
the poets and the
songwriters wrote about.
I didn't get it
until I caught a
glimpse,
a fraction of that feeling,
and I see now.
I felt it
when you had 4
of your fingers
laced with 4
of mine,
how lucky I gotta
be
seeing you / wake
up
4 different times.
Walking away always
with that
derpy grin on my face,
following the moments
after your embrace.
I hate that I
can't explain
why I love
what you're doing to me.
There's no logical
reasoning behind it;
it's not one feeling
but a system
of explosions inside.
Your image, so
invasive.
Your smiles kill me
softly.
Thoughts of you turn
my belly to jelly.
Your name drops make
me all giggly.
It's a grand mood to
be hit by a pick-up truck
going 120 on the
freeway.
I see now how this
feeling inspires so many
people on this planet
to write
about the same stuff
repeatedly.
Even the
meaninglessness in this life
was meaningful to me
when you sat
in my car beside
me.
You discomfitingly
make me
feel comfortable in
your presence.
How someone named
light contain darkness,
but that doesn't make
you any less
than who you can be
for I'll be there when
you're surviving,
I’ll be there when
you're thriving,
and I'll be grateful for
this feeling to be undying.
And that's the beauty
of being boundless
when you were off the
restlessness.
I could write to
infinity
about that moment we
laid endlessly.
Even when I bored you
to sleep,
it bored into my
mind
how deep I didn't
mind
my mind was awake
alone;
I dared not look at my
phone
to shatter this
illusionary eternity
looking at you.
And it didn’t matter
how long I lasted.
All I know
without knowing the
time
at that moment...
was timeless.
Your smile: priceless.
In that stasis, I made
this whole thesis I've written
that has me spittin'
I'm still smitten by you.
You tell me to
extrapolate off past data,
but you assumed you
were just another point.
You tell me you don't
want a temporary,
but you're fooling with an eternal.
You fell way past the
regression line
and dropped the R-value.
Mathematicians will
tell you that's a bar,
and I know you got value.
Now you
got me
believing I ain't
dreaming no more.
For I see
the sea of words above
your head,
so vast,
it’d be forever to reel them in,
fish each one out to give to you,
but eternity's a time
I can spend
to go through all of
them
with
you.
Quarter
I hit quarter-life in January 2022,
but that’s a survivor’s saying.
They set the guideline that our hearts beat to 100.
What if I’ve already hit my mid-life
or final moments?
I think about how much time I’ve left,
but that number can’t be measured
by the metric of age
as some people died
before they even lived.
We see all around how fickle life can be
when midwives sentenced newborns to mid-lives.
You heard of the 18-year old
who spoke of conservation,
Now recall the ones
who didn’t make it past 11.
My type’s independent of the month I was born.
Can’t determine me by the category of Capricorn
with no astrology to define my personality.
I’m an MLK and Benjamin sandwich
for the day I evacuated the womb.
As I earlied to bed, I had a dream
that I’d be healthy, wealthy,
and late to the tomb.
We’re born to die,
so give meaning to death.
Live on, give it all
until your last breath.
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