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Champion

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Every month is a different journey,

2 weeks ago my vision was blurry and I let it discourage me,

I stuck to my processes and pushed myself forward till I reached a new mountain peak,

Trials and tribulations form the steps beneath my feet,

A breeze among my stance because I forged my way to victory,

Adapt and overcome,

I would never allow myself to suffer defeat from my adversities,

I’m a Champion,

Just take a look at the proof you see,

Rise and fall I might evolve into a greater beast than I truly can believe,

Refocus my optical to take my shots at some greater things,

The world is my canvas and my actions are living poetry,

Ideas are nothing but speculations if I never find the ways to make them breathe,

So I’ll continue to dream wide awake until ally my seeds grow to trees.

Portside Sunset

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The sun

Setting over the Portside,

Casting hues of purples, oranges and blues over the horizon,

My heart racing as my mind is contemplating my existence and,

Honoring another day’s end,

Some other people standing taking pictures from their perceptions of the best viewing position,

It’s funny the way this occurrence makes so many of us stop in our tracks and say,

“Wow, there it goes, isn’t it so incredible?”

I rarely take pictures anymore because the painting the universe splatters across the sky is so

Unforgettable,

Just for a little while I feel so peaceful and untouchable,

As if even my problems and worries took a minute to appreciate the spectacle.

A poem about rain

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I am the first to fall from the sky,

The one that is never remembered,

The one that blows the horn,

For the army that follows,

I am the one that attacked too soon,

The one that just couldn’t wait.

Sometimes I am the eldest,

Sometimes I am the youngest,

I can be each one in between,

I am indestructible,

I am immortal,

I have splashed in ever lake, stream, river and ocean,

Splattered upon every inch of dry land in every country of every continent,

I have explored every corner of the world,

But I have never been to space,

Your dry clothes are my target,

Your barriers my nemesis,

I am a free spirit,

I am greater than Man,

Add me to the wind and I am deadly,

I am the first to fall from the sky,

The one that lost its patience,

The one that caught your attention,

Behind me follows am army of immortals,

Free falling from dark clouds,

I am but one drop of recycled water,

Run,

Hide,

I have but one mission: To drench everything I touch,To do it again and again is my destiny.

Sands of Time

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Late into the night just writing out my mind,

Counting minutes lethargically observing the sands of time,

Slipping down the hourglass; wondering if I’ll ever get it right,

Winter Days killing my motivation while I’m struggling to create something new,

A bitter phase willing my oscillations of manias and depressive grooves,

I’m passing through,

This life searching for ways to align my soul with some sort of congruent truth,

My restless mind might just throw itself for a loop twice as often as you,

People always say “everything works out how it’s meant to be” but

I’m longing for evidence that can offer the proof,

Rhythms of the universe seem to be perpetually shifting whenever I begin to feel an inkling of balance,

Schisms of this unspoken waking dream eventually leave me tense with malice,

Hatred of this never-ending conflict between my practicalities and talents,

My heart shrinks some days in the hideous face of every arrogant challenge,

Trepidations pursue me from all directions,

My confidence wavers as my unsteady hand breezes across paper,

I ask myself “am I a poet or a madman?”