i sleep

with images of red, white, and blue

shy away as they bleed into one another

fears on the battlefield reflected in the hearts that act as an anchored home

body shifts visibly, spirit shifts it’s tone

the price of freedom is etched in to the marrow of our soldiers

a subtle sigh to the souls that flourished

a turbulence found in tears to the many

to the brave that have fallen

words cannot offer the gravity of gratitude

you inspire, you Transcend

jurri d.

you know i try
not to give into the way the world crumbles
not to let the violence that outlines light
outshine a need to feel just, to feel right
but some days my head gets too heavy
and tears fall faster than my eyelids can catch them

you know i try
not to believe in things that seem fickle as luck
not to believe that misfortune can bequeath
the rountine beating, the kicking in of teeth
but some weeks span on without relief to catch a break
my mind weak at the trepidation within a shoe’s drop

you know i try
not to think about life in currency because i feel bankrupt
childhood wishes became an adulthood aimlessness
marked with weight; marked with finesse
that some times i hold my breath longer than I should
an oxygen deprived heart fights hard for life

a lesson i hope i Learn

jurri d.

you kill

me in ways that seem both solid yet surreal

like thunder in a mind that is just starting to awaken

from a sleep painted with dreams slightly out of grasp

you reach for me to hold; you reach to make it last

only to find that the attempt disappeared as soon as day broke

this is how you make a Ghost

jurri d.

i miss

the effortless motion of our palms connection

like heartbeats timed in unison by chance

but perfected by our souls that complement in ways not easily disguised

because when our fingerprints clasp in front of their eyes

they know love

jurri d.