His old lips quiver as he prays not to be forgotten with time,
Her young hands tremble as she begs for the rumors to subside
Tick tock goes the clock of old Father Time,
We live without a dream so we wander about blind
Langston asked what happens to a dream deferred?
But I wish he told me how our dreams get detoured?
A dream deferred, our destiny detoured,
Left somewhere buried in the wreckage of life’s storm,
A life without a dream or vision is a journey who’s destiny is frustration,
A vessel without the sea,
Sails without the wind—pointless
What has derailed your dreams?
Who has trampled you down and put out the fire of your zeal?
Please allow my voice to be the spark that ignites your soul and spring boards you to dive…take the dive and dream!
I dare you dream,
I dare you to taste of the sweet wine of life and get drunk in its sights,
allow your dream to be the wind in your sails,
and in the dark hour-a lighthouse who’s beacon beckons you near to its safe shore
It’s is the hope of the old man’s dream that gives breath to him in the pursuit of his legacy,
and it is her dream that raises the young girl’s head and adorns it with a crown-elevating her above all the gossip
Joshua O. Obamedo
This is an open letter one I may never write,
one I may never jot down or send,
ok where do we begin?
I once rode around on my high horse thinking I can have anyone I wanted— but the one I wanted was you,
the moment I looked into your eyes it was suicide because I lost who I was inside of you— I died, I cried because I lost myself in your ways,
you undid me with your gaze— I have no idea what I am now
I I am mixed emotions a bag of skin and bones really I am unknown,
how do I set myself free from this chaos you have created?
My heart was once a temple but now I lay here desecrated—- you sabotaged our love, the one thing I held dear— that I held true,
You spit on my Mona Lisa, my painting, my craving, my marble statue of you,
How do I do this how do I carry on because my pride won’t let me come back to beg and kiss your feet and gravel— where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here? I’m lost in an emotional swirl of nothingness,
I am a coward— am I? Am I a coward for praying to be breathless?
Like I said I guess it was suicide when I looked into your eyes—
your beautiful gaze was really hell’s flames in disguise—
how do I move on this is chaos this is a pit I’ve fallen into— an abyss
the moment I looked into your eyes it was the moment I took the plunge and leapt to my death—
It seems ordained that you would be the bane of my existence— a pestilence wasting away at my soul
How do I go on? This is emotional suicide sometimes I wish I just died…..
Joshua O. Obamedo