April 8, 2012

Easter Sunday

I'm a little different, but who's not?

Tend to bend the rules and not get caught.

Live my life the way I want.

Enjoy my possessions, but do not flaunt.

I roam wide open spaces,

Searching for different paths to take me to new places.

Remembering tomorrow while also steering ahead,

Always thinking of the words my guardians have said.

Never regretting a moment, a vision, or a decision,

Because these help shape the future I envision.

With sea salt in my hair I long to be free,

Those soft waves that I know have always called for me.

A place like that is where I truly belong.

A place like that is where you can do no wrong.

But for now I shall dance while I expel my thoughts,

And soon spread my message if only time allots.

Experience your independence while you still can.

Do daring things, but still be a wise man.

Love someone just for the sake of the moment.

Recognize a mistake and know that you own it.

Take great friends with you wherever you go,

And leave mediocre ones behind so you continue to grow.

Keep in touch with your roots; they were once all that you had.

Tell someone they look nice, regardless of if they look bad.

But the highlight of my message that I hope people find,

Is not limited to the thoughts of only my mind.

It is to love unconditionally both my neighbors and yours,

And appreciate every last one of life's unexpected detours. 

This is a poem I wrote for a job application :)

April 2, 2012

I can feel it coursing through my veins.

It starts at the bottom. 

My toes feel the warm sensation and start to tickle. The urge to move becomes overwhelming and a tapping begins. The beat is steady and concise. It is inaudible to most not paying attention, but to me I feel as though I am beating on a steel drum being playing into a microphone.

Then it shifts to the legs.

My knees suddenly feel unable to lock in place. I must bend them and set them free. At first I do not know if I can trust their movements. Somehow both legs can flow independently and still work together as a unit to support my frame. 

The stomach is next.

I can only imagine that this is how one feels after being reunited with a long lost lover. The butterflies start fluttering, sending my stomach into a natural yet uneasy feeling. A ball of energy is forming. I can feel it start to radiate down my arms, to my fingertips, then return to the midsection. It has nowhere to go but up. 

There is a pounding in the chest.

Somehow my heart's beat seems to slow and quicken simultaneously. There is no feeling of joy, pain, sadness, or stress, just the calming feeling of fully observing this natural phenomenon. There is a tightening in the chest followed by a complete and utter relaxation as it takes over control. It is almost complete. 

The head is the last stop.

It works together with the brain to send electrical currents relaying how to feel back to the rest of the body. The ear drums get the most pleasure. A sweet humming beings in the cochlea and vibrates down my ear canal and rests on top of my tongue until it is ready to be released. All the while my brain is going crazy soaking it all in at once. There is never too much to be absorbed. 

What I feel is music. It surrounds me, embraces me, and ultimately engulfs me completely.