Momentary freedom

An explosion of sounds
vibrating your eardrums
shaking your chest
till your fingertips go numb

a deep heavy bass
rivaling a rave
thumps out of your center
locked inside a ribs' cage

in response, extremities tingle
singing a sweet soprano
never having experienced
the feeling they now know

it's electric and shivering
a back pressed to a sheet of steel
shaking your legs until
you have to kneel

pulsating, pressure filled perfection
uncontrollable and uncontainable
a simple, scintillating sensation
found to be self sustainable

in toes, feet
fingers and hands
when a mind is allowed
to fully expand.

It's a million colors
all swirling together
in on perfect moment;
a mind without its tether

Translation

I miss the feel of a pen
between my fingers
the translator of my mind
that makes me feel free
helps my thoughts unwind.

This keypand under my fingertips
is lifeless and cold
it gives no personality
to the story being told

I used to be able to flourish
to scribble and cross out
now the backspace bar
lets me erase my doubts

leaving no proof
of any mistakes made
as though my mind
was basking in the shade

of its own glory and skills
that cast a shadow
so vast and impressive
that nothing else can grow

yet my musings are just flowers
or maybe even weeds
readily basking in the sun
telling me their needs

to grow roots
to make a base
so the leaves can flourish
at their own pace

or to set seeds
and spread themselves thin
like a wildfire of greenery
blooms heard above the din

of silence so fragile
it is easily broken
by my words, written
and until now, unspoken

Afterlife and Afterdeath

Is this it?
There has to be something more
that what I see and hear.
Give me something to live for

Don't be mistaken:
Death does not beckon me
but I feel no fear
for the unknown journey
taken by those so dear

To me, and all others
We know grief too well
As a friend who tries to comfort us
but instead, gives us hell.

Emerging the other side
after so much crying
and hiding from eyes
so curious and prying

No longer wracked
by sadness, coming in waves
as we hold on to our tiny boats
and gaze upon the ocean of graves

So now, tell me why
we don't capsize
into the churning dark water
what have we realized?

Perhaps the idea
that we will return
to happiness, to joy
to love, to learn

encourages perseverance
so we hold the rope
that ties us to humanity
known, in words, as hope.

Cityscape

Giant glass windows
and sharp corners
pierce the sky
and beckon to foreigners

who wander the streets
cameras in hand, mouth agape
in awe of the buildings
and the skies they scrape

a world filled with cigarette smoke
and eighty story mirrors
that become less impressive
as you get nearer

to the tragic truth
that lies within the lack of green
money is abundant
but flowers remain unseen.

We suffocate ourselves
with our own pollution
that shall remain
lest we create a revolution.

Remembering to Breathe

Occasionally,
I forget how to breathe
How to sit quietly
and let my mind seethe

Against all the walls I've put up
by my others' volition, or my own
I'm never completely sure
When I find myself alone

When light dissolves
into a starlight sky
when hands grow cold
after waving goodbye

When all has been said
but nothing has been done
and the mischief makers
have had their fun

When silence falls
like a blanket of snow
on the tips of mountains
and into the valleys below

When my only companion
is my own mind
My thoughts and my words,
no longer confined

Behind cold metal bars
so strict and unrelenting
Unless the fire's heat
lets them resume their lamenting

for the caged birds
locked in my head
until they are either
written or said.

So for now, I calmly sit
and take my reprieve
from daily life
and remember to breathe.