New Harmony – An Update

New Harmony – An Update

“This night has opened my eyes…”

Hi, it’s been about a month? Maybe? And this “night” is not any particular night, its a lyric from a song that describes a lot of the first month and few weeks of the new year, and I thought I could reflect a little bit on it. Not in specifics but you know what I mean! Continue reading “New Harmony – An Update”

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I haven’t written a poem in a long time. I thought about this one last night so I decided to write it down today. It didn’t come out like the first draft in my head but I think I got the idea down.

 

To make my colors change

You have to see to gradient

the fine lines of my pores

and the rouge to my pupils.

 

You make my colors change

what was once purple is now blue

what was once red is now green

and black to white.

 

Making my colors change-

I am a different person

I think I gave some of myself

to become something new

 

My colors changed from

newspaper to a carnival

the popcorn butter and the cotton candy twists

that satisfy the never-ending taste buds.

With the stars serving the neon lights

that change the mood over time.

 

H

 

 

 

 

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Sometimes I stare at old pictures

not because of the memories but because

my mind likes to think and wonder

wonder where they are

did they mean to…

you know.

no, I never know

what to think in a situation of contact

So I resort to my photographs

My nice photographs

aligned by the edge

collaged in time.

But look at my photographs

Is there an admire, a thought that goes through your mind?

Do you ever wonder what happened after the pictures

and the last one there.

 

H

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #7

Day #7: Write a poem about something that makes you happy.

 

To hear you in the air is blissing

And I want to celebrate my sensitivities

Nothing has to be done

Just as long as we can hear

 

The words of your music, and music

And the taste of your knowledge

Who would have known

that entering here would be without effort

 

Separated is lost and silent

I feel the need to touch and hear again

Pluses with Vibrations

Collect our joys in the pockets we share

 

Sounds and music

Embraces our embraces

Beneath us is the soundscape

And to escape was our home

 

Approaching me and to you

Was the decision that struck the tempo

In our oceans of skins

In a girl and boy

 

H

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