Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Young Love

These days I hear music, see images and breathe in scents that lead me back to you. The young love we shared was reckless, glorious and free. We fought, we held back no punches and always let our hearts speak the brutal truths with a smile. Our hearts collided with no sympathy, crashed with no remorse and burned with fires destroying every thing we once knew. We stood tall with naive smiles facing the world ready for the obstacles that led to our self destruction. Still I smile knowing I walked through the fire with you and though these scars were deep I enjoyed every single cut! Thanks for the memories and I hope you still burn as bright as when we walked away from the bridge we both burned...

May life bring you the love your heart always fought for....

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Summer Love

They say Summer Love Burns as bright as the July Fourth Fireworks leaving a spectacle for the stars to smile about and in that same moment it will fade back into the dark leaving a lasting impression on your soul...

Sitting on the roof cigarette smoke gently touching the night sky as I look back up at the night sky that once shared the moments of tender, love and care those many moons when I was younger. Your name still lingers on my tongue when the night lights shine these desolate nights. I take another puff of the cigarette smiling as I remember when we took those photo booth pictures making random faces to each other as two teenagers with all the answers for the game of love. We laughed at all the people who stared at with crazy faces as we held hands and smiled, young love in full affect. L.O.V.E. was the movement how those moments were as innocent as our first kiss. We held our hearts with so much pride once upon a time. I still talk to the moon asking it to send you kisses and love like we used to say to each other when our nights weren't being shared...

At times I lay in bed remembering the last time I spent with you lying on my chest with tears as you looked out the window telling me that this was the end. I could feel your heavy heart drenched in tears and silent screams. I stayed strong for you and let you know that the future isn't written until we put the pen to the paper. Our hands clasped as I told you, "Lets write a story we can both be happy with." We were naive but growing up is a process and hard lessons are best learned. When you said goodbye that day I felt that this could be for the last time but I hoped and believed in the love we shared...

Just like most summer love we laughed, we smiled, we kissed, we hoped and believed before reality found its place in our world. When the pen first starting writing our story we held so tightly to our hearts but our world begin to build a whole new world outside of our summer dreams. We let the ink dry up in our pens as the next summer came and with it new stories we wrote without each other in it. I know we both look back at old pictures and memories remembering how in one summer we loved and though it may not be shining it was a moment where L.O.V.E. was more then just a word, it was a word that we brought to LIFE!

Dear Moon,
Carry these feelings of love to her soul and may she feel loved and know that my love for her will never be lost. Live Free, Love Strong and Grow to be the woman I know you will be...I love you still....

Farewell,
Summer Love

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Kuwait

This has been years in the making...
When I first came out of the back of the airport I was a bit taken back by the way the had it set up! I had to walk all the way down to the doors to meet my dad. To be honest I felt like I should have danced or put on a show for everyone on the sides watching me walk down the line. Maybe next time I will just bust out in song and dance! ;) My first car ride through your streets was a bit blinded by the sand storm but I can honestly say I am a fan of the sand storms now. I've driven in them for years and always enjoy a good challenge! I still remember my first tornado of sand and that was a good ride. I came here at the age of 24 and my have the times changed and the world sure looks a bit different when your in your own corner of coffee shop. I have grown into a man that is worlds apart from the guy I used to be in the states. So with this I say I am glad it was Kuwait the country I came to grow, The country I came to love and the country I've come to know as home.

I walked of the plane and found my self in a world that truly is a world of its own. The culture, the smells hanging in the streets from the local restaurants, the sound of the mosque going off in the distant, these were things I have never known yet after all these years this is the place I am most comfortable. I finally learn the true meaning of the phrase "FREEDOM ON THE ROAD!" Driving down the highways, rolling through the neighborhood, cruising in the desert. One message I think I should put out there if your going to speed don't speed by the cameras and if your going to be a rebel without a cause don't run a red light when there is a camera cause you will pay for your so called awesomeness! My first time through the little "Mom and Pop Shops" (i like to call em that) was pretty wild. I can say this its 10 times better then any flee market I've been to in the states! Also I'd like to take a moment to thank the car repair guys down in Fahaheel You helped me repair some minor damages and saved me the trip to the police station. ;) One of my FAVORITE Things bout Kuwait is how easy it is to fix minor scratches and bumps on a car. In the states it would have cost me an arm, leg and a piece of my heart! While here I was blessed with being able to see many concerts meeting a gazillion random people and living a life I'm pretty sure makes me one lucky dude. I'll say this to everyone if you haven't had the the opportunity to join in the festivities of a concert then you are missing out on a world of FUN! Don't be that person that misses out. I get confused for being Arabic a lot here which has been fun. Randomly being talked to in Arabic or the best moment was someone actually explaining to me why black folks call themselves "nigga." For all yall that know me well yall know the deal I don't need an explanation. However it was funny hearing someone try to explain it to me because they thought I was Kuwaiti. I've had some pretty good walks down by the scientific center! ;) Good times every time. I have more but this is all I want to say for now... Thanks Kuwait and as of right now its looking to be 2 full weeks left for me being at home...

Thursday, January 13, 2011

I Loved Our Imperfect Life

I smile thinking of our once crazy life that we had created from the ground up. Now I'm standing beyond the fence where the house we once lived, laughed and loved stands. Pictures still in the frame of moments we shared collecting dust. Little love notes left as they lay. Memories still linger of a past we once held with such care. I always knew the grass was greener on the other side of the fence and to be honest I never wanted greener grass. These imperfections were the perfect place for me. Your words were all I needed to believe. Your kisses brought butterflies to me. Your hugs brought life to me. You were all that my life required... yet here I stand behind the gate looking one last time at a past that I used to scream, "LOVE" from daily... yet now all that has faded and as I walk on to new pastures I can leave knowing that even though this has ended I am ok with it. I can walk away with good memories as my keep sake...

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Pages We Shared In This Book Of Life

I will leave you with a heart intact and a soul as strong as the day we met. My name will be a whisper in your nights that will bring a smile to your lips. Our love once bloomed those winter months, how we lived for the first time in our lives. We shared stories, talked of our what if futures and created moments that are delicate fireworks blazing through space a heavenly moment indeed. Few would ever taste the joy we held so tightly to for those few months, few would ever see the world we created out of conversation, love and silent stares. For these are moments books could never reach and we were characters beyond fiction. What we shared was real, true and honest. We both decided on the last day that it was not goodbye but I will see you soon, even though we both knew it would be years. Though this is written after we left our hearts only true home to face our paths separately I have this feeling beyond all reason that we as far as we are from each other will find one and other again.

P.S. I love you my last true kiss worth sharing.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Under The Street Light....

I traveled from place to place a friendly smile that you all love to have around. We sit and talk for hours til the burning candles smoked. I'd tell you stories of people that have come to my world and you'd do the same. We touch on past memories of a story we both shared. I tell you how my heart is still standing at the under the street light where we said goodbye to forever. You just slightly turn your head to the side nervously. I tell you it's okay I never liked that part of me jokingly. You tell me your heart still goes back to the street light and cries. You look at me eye tearing up as you tell me your sorry for what happened. My heart jumps back in my chest as I tell you it's okay beautiful. This is the way life works we are but explosions in the sky though we may bring beauty to a world we are bound to destroy some things in our way. I give you a hug a whisper, "my love for you is just as strong as the day we said good. When the smokes settles I hope it's you standing at the end of the isle." she wipes her tears tells me she loves me as she gets up to leave. We both know that our lives are not ready for each other as we walk away waving goodbye....both knowing we will find each other again....


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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The River Is Flowing With Your Lies


We traveled a path of disbelief an unwanted truths. We said we make it through. Our promises dangled like icecicles slowly melting. Lies are born in minds with weak ties and hearts are broken by devils with devious smiles. On the tables sits a memory that has now faded from our lives.

You said you had the safety on yet this bullet went through me and the gun is still smoking. You said.... You said....

I laid there beside you as you were slowly planning our demise while I was thanking the Lord for the blessing of you. We fought, we screamed and we broke sentimental things. For what it's worth I always loved you, I always believed we could create what they never believed in.

You said that life without me was never living yet there you are within his arms. Sharing gifts with a smile and I am still standing where you said we'd meet. You said... You said...

This river is flowing with your lies and the fish have all died....



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