Friday, April 30, 2010

Germayn, Barrio Writers 2009 Author


I am.
I become.
I live.
I die.
I was.

Fallen down with eyes wide open
Broken hard, no more words spoken
Hope in time my hand will be taken
Break into my head so I can awaken
Decrypt the few words spilling from my mouth
A spiral view of an earth heading south
Somehow I land on a balanced platform
In the shape of a hug coming from you

And now I stand within a subdued storm
Thin light dims and vibrates the view
The result: a face sculpted from serenity
The perfect remedy for my situation
An invitation from a friendship effigy
Psychology embedded in a carnation
Restoration applied, I have motivation

On my own I will move on
The energy transmitted emitted… Inspiration