OuT Of ThIs WoRld

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi."

She spoke her words gently

like a blue jay that sangin the hours of breaking dawn.

My words refreshing like orchestra symphonies

cried out there reason, but only to be pardoned.

and once again I attempted, 

"Je t’aime, je t’aime... Je t’aime"

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi,"

It did not grow old to my ears.

It only brought me to a point of return

and like a swirling bee, I stung her once again

"Mon nom est Aldridge," I whispered,

She giggled and I knew my venture had seen light.

"vous et moi, should start a family tree and ,

 live by the sea, in our breeze of love,

Je t’aime, je t’aime... Je t’aime,"

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi,"

It did not grow old to my ears,

and the fact that she was from Venus,
and I was from mars,

never stopped me from telling her
that she was out of this world.

"You speak the language of love," 

I told her,

"be my tutor of this beauty and,
I will scribble it all over you heart,

and the sands of our hour glass of love-
shan't run out for it will be over flooded;

Albeit, our worlds apart, 

let me take you away and cherish you.

for I have travelled many miles only to fall for you…

"Je t’aime, je t’aime… Je t’aime"




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Dear father,

How do I make something from nothing?
How do I know what is right and what is wrong
yet what is wrong is before me like an open door?
Taunting "truth" through my eyes and into my mind.
What does the future hold for me?
Will I walk the streets I hope to take on? 
Will I leave the mark I hope to leave? 
Will I be just another fallen leaf of nature?
How can I see it all in my mind but fail to play it out?
What is the point of a dream when living it is but a dream?
How will I prosper yet I tethered to fear?
The gift of love, you have given to me in so many ways, 
sings to me songs of encouragement and support, 
but ambiguous scripture can only do so much.
My past has gone by like a one way train, 
Yet I yearn for the past, live in present, 
while my mind strays for the future, 
a future so bright in my mind yet uncertain.
It's a whim, a myth; a retold story in my mind.   
I only hope that when you open the doors. 
You flood us with opulence in this world of seemingly hopeless dreams, 
where we now struggle to live up to the expectations set by those fore front.
We can only turn to you for guidance and I am another one of your children,
whose sins you hate but I pray you enable me to inspire the dreams of many.

Your son.