UNLIKELY MEDITATIONS (of a young black man) Tumbling through this life, like a tumbleweed floating through an air-chamber totally out of place like Alice falling through the mirror to the Land of Oz caught like a fly in a spider’s web in this labyrinth of morals, emotions, and spirituality: Am I on the right side, the wrong side or am I just looking at the same side over and over from a different perspective? I wish I could see the world through the eyes of a dog everything simple and straight-forward: I feel as though I’m looking at life through a telescopic, kaleidoscope I see everything that’s happening but it’s all contorted with lies and deceit Why do so many questions tug at my mind like a dentist pulling teeth? Relentlessly My mind is like the world. How can something so beautiful be so dark, cold, and lonely? Why is society so mainstream? Why do individuals blend their thoughts, beliefs, hobbies, and perspectives until it’s one indistinguishable blur of soulless, brain-washed, carcasses? Partying their lives away Drug dealers standing on corners all day like they punched their time-card at the nearest party store peddling out their powder death and stones of enslavement unknowingly helping accelerate the process of social, moral, and spiritual decomposition. Helping create more zombies to fill up our beautiful environment I’m mentally eclipsing at the emptiness of the average human soul Bleak is the day when *****’s prefer white dead presidents over the color of a truly happy heart happiness may be hard to come by but it’s cheap I feel like I’m close enough to hear my soul-mates heartbeat yet, she eludes me on the edges of my dreams flying on the wings of the wind, she dances through my mind she flirts with me in my thoughts she floats just out of reach on my mental island: All I want to do is love her Why does she escape me? At times I consider making love a prisoner...of my mind where it would be free not bound by the shackles of broken trust and flames that burn out How can love die when we live to love? Is the world in such short supply that it can’t spare one woman who does the small things that make a man feel larger than life? When did everyone become so reluctant to act different think different communicate different No two people are the same therefore when you act, think and be yourself.... You are being different Why do we hide who we really are behind drugs and alcohol and then want to go meet new people it’s old; If you love who you are on the inside why would you cover it with a mask of intoxication? I wish everyone was addicted to my drug of choice: self-expression Sometimes I tire of speech everyone wants to talk like a politician out of both sides of their mouth I wish I had telepathy so I could filter out the ambient noise and listen to what’s on people’s mind Tongues are intimidated by truth and can barley speak it The mind can’t lie The mind’s eye can’t be blind the window to the soul can’t have blinds What have we become? Until I meet the angel who beckons to me in my dreams and whispers to my heart I’ll find comfort in solitude. Derrick H.