I’ve been longing, waiting.You like a steady streambubbling by as I watch;peaceful and undisturbed,down the mountain You flowwaiting, too. I am afraidin my longing, waiting —anxiety welling up,becoming the source thatYou have been.I draw from it; it empties,yet I draw againand againand againand now I watch Youstream by with peaceful waters,waiting. I admit I’ve been […]
Waking Up
Up on the mountainbreeze, like so manywhispers that want to tellsecrets of what wasand has been. The moving air propelled byunseen speakersseeking to educatethe minds of my tribewhose presence here seemssuspect. Their quiet words rustle theleaves (do we have ears to hear?)Their silent air chills the spotswhere leaves will turn blood red(do we have eyes […]
After a Year
Space.Breath.Sitting in a room withfour, beige walls, butfeeling thespaceof the moment,breathfor two, you on the groundnew, moving through theworld aroundas you are:precious; excited; constant;Experiencing the world withfresh eyes. Space.Breaththat fills my lungsthat once was only minenow is shared in tiny parts. Now I sit in green peacearound me, with love at my side(also precious; also […]
Life
My life is collaborative;Called forth from the abyssand pushed out like soundfrom a headphone —a beat, a band, a songI can’t make without Youlikea melody with no movementit just sits flat withoutmotion or music. I think I’ve composed for a whilenowwithout seeing the larger pieceput together by usbecause I used to see it a lot […]
Halls of Power (Blue Wave)
The marble halls of powerpolished bright, reflectivefeet & faces find themselvesin their sights —the halls,holding each foot and face,in their majestic walkways and ornate officesadorned with auspicesof privilege & wealthunbecoming of peopleelected bypeople. Perhaps the halls pulse(with footsteps, again)with possibilities of persuasioneach a step towards theperfect union imaginedby men far removed from its realization in […]
Poetry
A moment in time captured in lines & inkIt remains untouchedAmber; preserved, in suspendedanimation. At least that’s how itFeels. Gone is that moment of emotion,that living space in the flow oftime, and so my mind wants to preserve itso I can remember it unchanged. Frozen, I can look at it undisturbed inits boarish, chrystaline beauty;A […]
Jeffrey Miguel 