Paradise

She’s my paradise
Hair like leaves of the palms
Swaying back and forth
As she walks
With her curvy hips
That I just want to hold onto
She turns to me
Her eyes deep like the oceans
Though they’re not blue
Brown pupils stare back
I can look into them forever
Her smile bright like the sun
Lighting up my world
Her laugh intoxicating
Like the drink in the coconut cup
Voice soothing
Like the crashing waves
Always cheering me up
Time always flies
When we’re together
But I have nowhwre to go
I love her so
She’s my paradise

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Rocking Away to Peace

Suspended off the ground

I take in all the sounds around me

The soft crash of the waves in the sand

The breeze in the trees

I rock back and forth

Without a worry or care

All of me is right here focused

On the serenity

Hands behind my head

Eyes closed

At peace

Drifting off to sleep

Taking a journey to a far away place

If only just for a while

The Problem With Being Different

Sometimes it sucks being a breath of fresh air. You would think that by being different from the rest, different from the past, that you would have an easy time showing someone that you can be there for them. Oh, how mistaken you are.

Human nature makes us question new things. We are hesitant to try new things, too keen on attempting something that we know will fail or going back to a place we were never happy. It’s scary, even overwhelming to have something new thrust at you. You don’t know what to do with it because you’re not used to having things the way they are. Deep down, you always know that it’s better.

This has been my experience in life. I’m different from most guys in that I’m more of a romantic and I don’t tear people down. I am selfless most of the time. Accused of being “too nice” more times than I can count or bother to count.

Currently, I am being called “too good”. I don’t yell or argue. I let her set the pace of the conversation and no matter what is said, I am not affected in a way that makes her feel like she’s done something wrong. I feel like I am giving her the impression that she has to be perfect. I don’t want perfection, never did. I love her as she is and always will.

I just need to help her get past her fear of the new and unknown.

Can’t Escape

There’s not a day that goes by
That she isn’t on his mind
If he hadn’t ask for one before
Well, this is his sign
He tries his hardest to not think
But still, she is all he sees
No where to turn
When will he be able to break free?

A part of him likes that he sees her
Sometimes he goes out of his way to look
He is so caught up in this
He searches for her name in books
Every corner he banks
He wishes she would be on the other side
He is hurt a bit
When this wish is denied

His eyes see his un-winnable prize
And all he can do is sigh
He can’t turn away
And doesn’t know why
He decides he wants to see no more
Tries his hardest to think of anything else
But this is easier said than done
Nature and life wont offer any help
Maybe it’s a signal
That shows how much his heart yearns
Because for some reason
He sees her…
Everywhere he turns

Inspiration Cut Short

It’s kinda boring in here so I had to decide
To get out my home and wander outside
It is such a delight to be out at night
It’s better than being out at day, it’s not as bright

As I walk here and there and take a look around
I can’t help but to take in the different sounds
One that I can’t help but to avoid
Is the chirping cricket that gets most annoyed

All the animals that bark, meow, moo, and peep
Are now in their homes, nests, barns, fast asleep
From this point of view the lights of the city
Come together in such a way to look very pretty

I look up at the shinning, burning stars
Twinkling away as I wonder what they are
I stop walking and lay in the grass
Look up and try to count these giant balls of gas

I lie here in a state of deep admiration
And I think about the formation of these constellations
I look around as I hear a wolf howl
There goes hooting, must be that old owl

The blades of the grass sway gently in the light breeze
If I wasn’t wearing a coat, I’m sure I’d freeze
Lying here I hum to myself a little tune
And I look at the craters on the moon

Not a crescent, not halfway, tonight it’s full
One word comes to mind…Beautiful
It’s not the most beautiful I ever saw
But for some reason, I’m still in awe

The sights, smells, and all other sensations
Of this setting give much inspiration
But it seems tommorow I’ll have to catch it again
Cause now I have to run back inside…
It started to rain

Flight

I’ve always loved flying. Every summer I would enter a mechanical bird and travel to the island of Dominica. These days, I use a seaplane to travel between St. Croix and St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands on holidays. Thanksgiving is probably the only time that I get/want to travel to St. Croix. Anyways, the flight.

Take Off…

I sit in my seat in the crowded plane. This isn’t a 757, so you’re personal bubble overlaps with the person next to you. The pilot starts up the propellers and we start moving forward across the water. At first it feels like your in a boat as the waves rock you this way and that way. As the plane picks up speed, you get the feeling of being a rock that is skipping across the water. Each wave causes the plane to bounce out of the water. After a moments, the feeling of rising into the air takes place. I watch as the floats stop making contact with the water. We start to soar.

Airborne…

If you’re a believer in a higher power, you imagine his hands under the wings keeping you in the air. You may believe that he is holding the plane up as it flies. Scientists see the combination of thrust and lift in play; lower pressure on the top of the wing and whatnot.

Mesmerized…

No matter what you believe, the view out the window is spectacular. The water is beautiful shades of blue and blue green. The cars become toys, people, ants. You get a view of nature that many do not get to see. This larger scale allows you to take in so much more than you would have on the ground or in a boat. Depending on what kind of flight you’re on, the view remains the deep blue of the ocean or the white of clouds.

Ears pop as the body adjusts to the decrease in pressure. My headphones distract me from the sensation in my ears. Music also takes away from the noise made by the engines. The loud hum is made almost nonexistent as the music fills my ears and soul. I usually put on tranquil music that adds to the peace that I feel in the air.

My destination is fifteen minutes across some tranquil blue water. There are not that many clouds because I’m not that high up. Still, the clouds that we do encounter are tantalizing. They make you want to try walking on them, taste them, feel them. Sometimes I wish that I was flying next to the plane rather than flying in it. I envy the birds that soar through the air.

Wishful…

I always look out for Dolphins or a whale when I fly between my two home islands. I don’t even know how happy it would make me to see a family of dolphins splashing across the water or a whale breaching the surface with a big splash. There’s nothing today but shades of blue. I make out different shapes with the clouds. In an attempt at irony, one of the clouds is in the shape of a dolphin. Funny nature, funny. Halfway there. Time to take a nap. Naps makes the flight feel even shorter.

Home…

I open my eyes in time to see my destination. Landing is always the worst part. The angle of approach is gut wrenching. You anticipate the splash into the water that seems takes forever. The plane glides over the water for some time before is makes contact. Once again skipping across the water like a stone. When the splashing stops, the bobbing returns and the plane is driven to the dock.

The passengers spill out of the plane and are happy to have had a safe flight. I’m happy to be home for another Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving!