Untitled: thinking out loud

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In this pool again I sink
Faster than the time before this
The problems of the past are nowhere gone
They plague me still every chance they get

The need to figure it out outweighs my heart
My heart breaks slowly night after night

At the crack of dawn I can still hear it break
It breaks with the light of day
I am shattered in pieces for I know not what I seek
Yet passion and the will to succeed cries heavy on my spirit

Which way do I go from here?
I ask time and time again
Which way can I go from here?
I examine my heart for a sign

It tugs at every chance I am given
Wanting only to take a chance once by itself

New Year Greetings

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With the New Year comes new dreams, visions, and desires…a fresh chance at a new start. Here’s hoping life opens up the year to us like never before; dreams falling in place, purposes taking flight, visions realized.

Happy New Year! May it be your best yet…

Last year, my fingers didn’t find time for the keyboard or pen as much as I would have liked, and it looks like it might be no different this year.

I will continue to write in my notes and such but I might not be able to share as I would like to…some major accomplishments require my undivided attention, and so I need to reprioritize my time, and schedule. I will make every effort to share whenever I can but please don’t hold me to it, especially if I go several months without sharing anything.

Feel free to reach out via email, Facebook, or twitter. I can’t promise I will be regular on those outlets as well, but it will be nice to hear from you once a while.

Have a fulfilling and blessed 2014.

Love loads,
Boomie

Memories On When Our Hearts Skipped Twice

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Memories on When Our Hearts Skipped Twice

We danced to the blues once
On nights when our hearts tapped twice
…Broken into many pieces
Our hearts skipped with each beat

The rhythm of each beat was the echo of our times
Like slaves we were shackled
…Shackled to the pulse of the blows
Gyrating our hips with every pull of the string
Puppet minions our bodies were

The blues was made for us
Our minds knew it all too well
So our bodies couldn’t help itself…
It moved…
It moved swiftly every time it heard the harmonic structure

Reminding many of a time once
…in New Orleans

11/7/13 2:00pm
Edited 11/27/2013 10:49 am. I smiled wide after editing this poem…I think I finally saw what I was trying to portray in my mind on screen. It felt good, and so I smiled wide…I smiled loud.

Just As Is…

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I write them as they come to me
Without the sensation of great rhyme and rhythm

They come raw…
Begging to be written
… Just as is

Without form or fillers
They come and
They ask to be written
Most days they command my attention
And I adhere (I am a chump for words, I must confess)
But fancy words is not my strength
I cannot think deep enough
It only hurts my head
And like you, there are already enough bills to pay
Words must not add to the ache of my brain

They come raw…
Words begging to be written
Just as they are
Expressing what my innermost being
Must somehow feeling

12/5/2013
©Boomiebol2013