I listen for words Her breath and pause The signals of her release Her mouth is a universal language The way her hair speaks Energy to read a room without the baggage She heals me visually by her Melanin A better than average mind My ears are erect like Towers of Eifel Talk clean to my Soul Im waiting for an opportunity Like the big gumball out the machine She gives me keys I love to lubricate the lock she hold for me Write on my love Right On ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia

"Starlight" Day 12 of 365 positive poems I'm okay listening to the stars They speak Like music Raw Without a flaw In its beauty and awe See the heavens ain't that far The skies come alive in song Constellations speak from laws of weather and time They shine For the significant design of heaven It's reflection upon earth Light birthed for the right words to be said The sky is not dead It's bright Red When read It becomes a sign a life A rite To write A right indication That though storms might may be raging even night contains hope A love letter wrote in the smoke of cursive clouds Each star a vow A world to be discovered A journey for the eyes of lovers Those who hunger for romantic sights Love In astronomical performance A enormous visual word Destiny heard in orbit Found in each star bound for rotation Musical notation awaiting it's key To be displayed in perfect harmony For you and me to see We are never too flawed We We are the stars

Today centers contact. A small trace. A mark left without explanation. What you offer can be brief. A line. An image. An acknowledgment. Leave it where attention happened to land.

"Olympian Orator" Day 19 of 365 Positive Poems I've seen him in action Lancing One who reimagines Damsels and dragons Dragging peace into war Fear into bravery Freedom from the slums of succumbed slavery A world made to be remixed and revisioned He who brings lyricism to pop Unearths worlds lost Bleeds from a mighty pen Excalibur of shire Mr metaphor of men Drips ink like desire Fire like fantasies All that can be written in the dance of doves In dedicated love burnt through the embers of remember Medieval memories to treasure Buried for generations to dig He writes love poems for his rib Draws a briidge between worlds Twirls words like meteors hurled throughout the universe He who can merge topics through a three hundred and sixty five day promise The process gruelling The outcome worth it A servant to the king A sermon to a saint A poet who paints pain into beauty Deletes sorrow from the canvas of tomorrow All that's left is the breath of joy Even in the reason of baby blues A man of true character Valiant in the art of a heart now stable King of cadence Knight of the roundtable

"The optimist" Day 22 of 365 positive poems I have everything I need As I am free I am watered I am knowledge I am fathered by a God Nature taken care of I am light and love A written prescription for joy I am this drug A hug on a cold day A cuddle in a bubble of true commitment Upliftment when down The sound of still rivers This smile that delivers yours A pure exchange of energy Endlessly I am gladness An antonym for savage A seventh day Sabbath from sadness Peace practiced and performed The calm when the wind sings it's hallelujah I no longer stupor or stupid I am wisdom in movement Beauty zoomed in and negativity cropped An African antique box brought down through generations Hatred lost Future found Faith and belief bound in this crown I wear Here where what appears is everything that I speak Truth wrapped in a loop of allure I am all of this and more In the midst of all things great that exist I now rule The eternal optimist