Infinite Inspiration Cycles

Your bursts of laughter
erupt like a jovial volcano,
with gleeful lava flows
of steaming happiness.

Your presence
is a power untapped,
and should never be
other than by your self.

I’ve always wondered
Why and when,
But never wanted to picture
The beginning or the end.

To want you is selfish
And to need you is wrong,
So I keep to myself
Yet stay in rhythm to your song.

We play in Summer rain
Sprinting in Spring’s dainty delight,
In Winter we eat fancy dinners
And in Autumn we fall for golden light.

I Love Mondays

I do really love Mondays,
And for this reason:

It gives me the space to squash hate out of my heart.
It lets me smother my lazy self.
My old self dies on the commute to what I think is what I need.
Being present and willing is a battle we all face and can never escape.

It lets me analyze in real time what is essential;
My place in this world,
Or my attitude about it?

Drenched in past regret,
I sweat out complacency.
I don’t want to ever retire.
If I do, I would want to just pass.

This dimension folds in and over itself with every twist of the plot,
And with every important birthday I forgot.

Grateful to be blessed,
Blessed to be me,
Me, the son-child of the Sun.
Some fun isn’t the same as some insane sin.

Win or lose,
Wine on the loose,
Weed or booze,
Decisions we choose.

Now I’m here,
Now I’ve made it,
Even though there was nowhere to really be other than the way I let go of my breath from the depths of my chest.

So let Monday rain down,
And shimmer like glimmering light diamonds and shining crystal lightning.

Happy Monday, I love you.

-Christopher Andrés Núñez