Month: December 2012

Crossing Paths

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I know, I have received Mercy in my life

But it was not given in close proximity to the good

Or the bad I inflicted upon others

And I didn’t deserve it because of lapses in time

And I didn’t deserve it because of a forgetful

Or short-sighted God

I received it

Like many do

And when given in close proximity of the good or

Bad inflicted, there is more Value

As time passes, I reflect

On the moments which were not taken from me

I reflect on the times I was exposed but not hurt

How I crossed the street unharmed without looking

How I spoke out loud without thinking

The potential offspring of Calamity passed in one blink

I was there one step ahead, walking out

Just minutes, maybe even seconds, before

One man entered and one woman stepped off

I turned the corner and was gone

Like ships all but striking in the dark, dread of night

Like two free riders, in the sky, aimlessly arousing Imminent Doom

Like fatal debris, a good grip on a slip

We crossed paths, but missed

And like a lone wolf strolling through town

At sun down…I am reminded

Of how I take and I take

I am reminded of how

I am no better or different, nor am I

Anymore blessed or deserving

Than those




Left Over Vision

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Nobody thinks I’m alive anymore

Can’t die twice if you’re already dead

There are no aftermaths no mourners

Sooner or later we fade from

People’s minds before we pass

Looking into the mirror, having a vision

That needs to be explained in entirety

It may not have been the right vision

But a day-dream when one’s consciousness is away or awake

It may have been a left over vision

Caught in a dressing room mirror

Picked up by the wrong person

I felt it, I felt the sun shining on me

While reaching down to flip off my shoes

I knew that bigger things out there existed

Intuition, a feeling, chance, grace, and mercy

All routes were clear all skies were blessings

My mom and sister thought they lost me

One even checked to see if the outfit fit me

Now looking back, I wonder if that mirror

Took a part of me

Stole something which caused a rift to settle in me

Nothing falls from Heaven anymore

Nothing was like that day, in that dressing room

Looking in the mirror, seeing me for me

Bright, shinning, blue, alive, thriving!

Was that vision for me?

Was that vision a left over destiny?

Cursed because I took it

Now cursed because that vision

Did not belong to me

Whatever it took of me that day

I hope that part of me missing

Is still out there, living….