Bouquet of Roses

Unorthodox, inconvenient; Unattractive
Chivalry is not dead
Putting down the lamp doesn't make your side brighter
It's insightful though
Thanks for the heads up

Yoha broha!

I call you my big-lil brother
cuz you be a lil big
but boyyyy
you came from da same mother
and I'm sure glad you did

Broha, we ohana!
wouldn't have it any other way
ain't a thing this side of Africa
that could ever take that away

So don't go ridin no elephants
they be much bigger than you
and please don't terrorizer the geese and swans
you already know what they'll do

And if you climb
please keep in mind
trouble's not far behind
but neither is your lil-big sis
and a cheery, feel-better rhyme

So I guess, in a way, what I'm trying to say
is happy 16th birthday!
you've made it this far
and I feel joy in my heart
cuz for you, I have amore
eh?

Love,
Alexa

P.S. Watch out for them Canadians.

The Greatest of These

mesh shoes in puddles of mud
smile, and the sun will come back out
I promise

hot tea on a blazing day
not my cup o'
soothing cream rendered unnecessary
I'll take it anyway

and you know what they say
about pineapples or bananas or
something yellow
I keep trying, but I do believe it's rigged
none the less

on and on "the spinning wheel spins"
chin up, shoulders back
getting less love equals
give a little more

but I'm not keeping score

Shadow, You're Hiding.

Light swells in a vacant corner;
doesn't realize it's natural capability.
My pockets are overflowing with salt water.
I turned the faucet on expecting lemonade;
best to stay away from faucets.

Be frank with me and I'll be sure to let you know
my heart is not up for grabs.
Llamas may spit twice, but you have me confused.
I've a Shepherd and I trust Him;
You can have your calculator back.

If blue ain't the sign, then I don't know what is.
I tell ya,
the thread found that needle in the nic of time.

An Ocean of Blue

Your soul and your eyes are miles deep
yet your mouth is slow to speak
I admire that in you.
Your persona, your everything, screams genuine
but still, I'm scared
too good to be true?
I want to know you
-who you really are, nothing less

Faith, Trust,

It's not made of pixie dust,
but I still look for it
It's not going to complete me,
but I still want it
Contentedness is the key
with God, with life, with me
I'll close my eyes and free-fall
I won't try to find it
he'll find me

Unfathomably Random

Friends, neighbors, children playing in the park:
faces complacent, minds compliant, hearts
complex
so much goes unread, unnoticed,
unheard

Stop and listen with me, why don'tcha
feel the hope and uncertainty, doubt and assurance
all n all, together,
lost in the chaos

Can you pick it out - the dreams I mean

Can you see past the smog n the fog,
the watered down haze of an incomplete tapestry?

Some find themselves in that
a top hat, if you will - put on a show, and make up their act
balance the line on an old unicycle
n hold up a standard even they can't hope to beat

These days, if you open your eyes wide enough
that it's hard not to taste every sound, smooth or rough
you'd see that the ugly n the sweet hardly compare
to the knowledge you wouldn't have
had you not've been there