Painting Happiness
I paint happiness
on faces floating
in search of smiles.
I blot out intruding tears
choosing bold lusty colors
awakening blushes in souls.
My palette knife
spreads laughter
in thick layers,
swirls joy into hearts
in resounding illumination.
Stray clouds of loneliness
are joined together
in brush strokes as
sun unfolds arms to rainbows
after kissing drops of rain.
I sketch butterflies
in cushioned fields of cotton,
dress the moon
in golden raiment,
color seas of tinted music,
painting a hued reality
for all the world to see.
Bliss in the Mirror
I'm restless in the dark,
tired, too tired to sleep,
and my back hurts
like the cuts on my hands
I don't remember getting,
I remember my little girl,
the look on her face,
when she asked how I got
my boo-boos.
she said it with a smile.
she knew they were from work.
I know that smile means,
she knows it's for her.
my boy told me he likes a girl,
first time he said it,
and my wife purrs as she stretches
in her sleep.
I can't.
But when I finally do,
I hope my dreams
feel like memories of the day.
and I can't wait to bleed tomorrow.
and count my blessings in the dark
while they sleep.
Can you imagine?
I was in a large auditorium, I had been criticized by my mother and brother for accepting to be in the faculty of science, instead of engineering. That day I got to the hall, very sad. To make matters worse . The course happened to cut across all engineering student and physical sciences students. On my seat, I looked at the engineering students feeling bitter, wondering why I did not write the certificate exams again, to at least have a credit in further mathematics.
The lecturer stepped in, talked and talked. I was far away. At the end of the class, something clicked within me, immediately I heard the lecturer talking about the book we are to use for the course. He just published a comprehensive outline with questions and answers and much more. What captivated me was his offer to give five copies free to the first five students that gets the answer to the question, he wrote on the board.
I drew the diagram, and kept staring at it. Not long as he left the auditorium, I could see a number of engineering students concluding on their answers.
I was just staring at the diagram. Until the diagram began to rearrange in inside my subconscious. This was a question I had no idea of solving. All I knew was the basic formula for the topic. With that formula I totally bisected the question to bits. By the time I submitted my four page answer. I was number ten. But I knew within me that I was to win.
At the next class, the lecturer walked in with two copies of the textbook. He complained that the engineering students used a formula and got it right, but he said he wasn't pleased, he raised my script before the class, explaining how I bisected the question into bits.
Long story short, I was the only one in the class, that got that book. That day was my answer to my mom and brother. No matter where you are, if you're bound for success. You'll get it.
That was the happiest day of my life.
Rapture’s Gift
Sift through memories
deep wells, as one sorts
among cherished mementos,
is there an earnest gem,
glimmer arising as the moon
rouses from exquisite slumber
to seduce us each night?
I would re-imagine reservoirs
replete with the purest euphoria
multitudinous pinpoints
of brilliance, a rival
to eternities of stars.
(my contribution to @Zoelise's challenge)
October 26th
A mind so full of tangled mess. The past, the future; pain and duress.
Unsettled and striving to understand. In that moment I just took your hand.
A calmness descended like never before, and peace in my heart, right to the core.
We said our vows, we said "I do". Before I could question if it was true, happiness ruled that day.
For others it's so easy to be,
but most special about that day for me, as we celebrated with family, was the weight of the world lifted away.
It is not fleeting, this love of ours, it grows even when the days are hard,
But that day alone will reign supreme as the most joyous I have ever seen.
My Moment, My Life
A moment of bliss,
But it was not a fairy tale,
It was for real,
With a slight tear and not hilarious gale.
Hands trembled,
Heartbeat skipped
Fear had its place too.
But that one moment of confused emotions
Till date is the happiest too.
A part of my soul,
As a blessing in my hands,
A moment I cherish,
For my lifetime through
He was the most beautiful being I'd ever seen.
I had drawn a picture of him when I was in the fourth grade. I never really thought I could have my dream though for I was poor.
My mother saved the picture I drew. For years it stayed hidden, then this day of all days came.
His name was Kemosabi but we called him Moe for short.
That day we went to check him out and make sure he would be a good mount, I walked in the clouds.
Our souls met and he understood me and I understood him. We hit it off right away as if we had known each other forever.
My heart felt like it was going to burst!
We took him to a trainer to check him out and while I was riding him, I cried because I was so happy.
Moe was truly a dream come true.
Hatching eggs
Pick a point in time,
A time you felt the best
Pull apart the lines
And separate the rest.
Look down deep inside
And put it to the test.
Was it a moment full of pride
Or time that you were blessed.
Replay it again amplified
Still feel the same on request
Or is it remembered side by side
With other emotions exercised
Because pure joy's a gentle tide
Rolling in but sensitized
To try to mentally divide
Would result in a totally different ride
In every smile, sadness hides
Tangled up like a mess of vine
To try to feel just one is lies
A flood of feeling will reside
In all that memory decides
To hold inside its nest
good night cambodia
rain attacks my retinas
and caresses my cheeks
the water is green from grime
of one million happy,
khmer children
once splashing in this very pool
i gaze up at the midnight sky
and weep from the lack of stars
because i've rediscovered them
within myself, within my crying eyes
deep in the city of phnom penh
lies the awakening of my soul
of polluted lungs
of smutty shoes
of spattered pant legs
of rotten teeth smiling
directly
at
me
imploding my heart with warmth
and realization:
the matters of life
are not only in the lush, green forest
on the beach's sunset
in the white man's abode
but even in this
foul, unlaundered city
bursting with contentment
What I Want
I want to drive.
no destination in sight. just the wheel and open road in front of me. my best friend by my side. I want to go so fast that when I take that turn you scream afraid we'll flip the car. I want the radio to blare as I sing as loud and off-key as I can. I want to glance at you and smile because you're already staring at me. I want the joy of the drive with you by my side. This moment. This small piece of time. It will always be right. the road. the speed. the blaring music. you. me. it all fits together completely.