My Body and Mind's Soliloquies

Hands shaking
Paralyzed handwriting

Pause.. Wait..

Yesterday, half a decade gone
Yes, but..
Hush!
Prior sacrifice disregarded
Time flies; I flew (within)
Shame.. please, no eye contact
But we are one
Smartass, count me out

Almost midnight, half a decade's prologue
Good luck!

A Friend I Had

I met him on solid ground.
A funny, focused, and ridiculous clown.
Deep to Davy Jones’ locker,
an ardent follower of street soccer;
balls present when he is.
And his body type,
one of a kind
putting you to a quiz.

Gnome.

Like a visualized quay,
We were boats tightly tied
hoping we’d make history
and put an adage to sleep
"20 kids can't be together for 20 years"
It was progressing..
Although times were hard,
we had transparent destinies.
Very vivid,
like being in a sun lounge.

Then he died.