I see the world
Through lenses sprinkled with hazelnut and almond
that magnify the beings that surround me.
Sometimes, my mind gets too scrambled:
Too caught up in crying children and chopped-down trees,
The death and the poverty and the politics that pollute the pristine Earth we live on.
I cannot filter these thoughts, or push them away.
I can only write down my observations, and hope it takes the pain away.
I want to be the white Langston Hughes,
conveying the sorrow others face through sonnets and soliloquies.
I want them to glean the sun-kissed oak trees and shinning, snow-covered mountaintops
That I see in my imagination every day.
I want to write, and entertain, and emote my life.
Through poetry, and prose, and verse.
I want others to understand how I see the world -
And how I want the world to be seen.