My Life In Poems

I rediscovered my passion for writing lyrics and poetry after being diagnosed with PTSD. I saved someone's life but I never got to see him wake up. He made it to the hospital in a coma and eventually made a full recovery. This experience has led me to rediscover my creative side. I am a multiracial man who is still on this journey of discovery, taking it one day at a time and appreciating every grain of sand in the hourglass. As part of my story, I will present a few of my poems.

The Boundaries of Nature

The soul dances to the rhythm

of the birds & the wind.

The melody is the score.

The dog loves all the unique smells

with each wave that hits the shore.

When each thread is pulled with a thimble,

green energy is desired more.

You can be exhausted, undone and falling asleep.

The mention of one word summons the energy.

The edges can be the roughest and the hardest

regardless the sculpture is still loved by the artist.

Now I must take back the gift wrapped

in outdated actions and solutions

After her kiss brought back

the greatest passion & order to confusions.

What can be universal truth to you & to me

is degraded faster than the 100-year-old plastic

At the root of the tree.

Mother gathers all the boys

and thinks; run the field or keep it clean?

Some people chase the ball for points

Some do it for the team.

Some do it for the fame

one will do it for a dream.

Some players play for fun

on the courts or in the streets.

A critic calls the luck dumb

The coach calls it strategy.

Let’s meet before or after school,

if or when you reach your peak.

With or without rules,

you can be the referee.

Now with my eyes closed I smell the water

& feel sand between my toes.

Then I scored my goal & felt the power

without ever leaving home.

The time has arrived

with the numbers I pay no mind

Before opening my eyes

I walk back inside.

Where am I?

Cristiano

•

The Landing

The wind blows,

Desert sands travel the globe,

The lantern’s on, my breath’s in storage

as the sand lands in the Amazon forest.

Camels dream of arctic icebergs.

Do horses have an ego?

We master peace while riding beasts.

Behold the torches we hold.

Do we know what we do

or do what we know?

Breathe! Breathe!

His face is turning purple.

His life was given, I tried to retrace his footprint.

His pulse was my mission to reignite the light within.

His breath, my vision, together becomes medicine.

For nothing is hidden that will not become evident.

His heart beats slower than mine.

My trauma is something that moves you?

It was God’s design, we gave our life to you.

but Children, you do not have any fish, do you?

Lazarus revived I wake up in cold sweats.

Dead-ends you do not want to wish nor move to.

Consciousness evoked from the old etheric.

When will “will” win then? & When do I choose to?

Residual pain left from specific potions

woven from transformative words spoken

& oxygen gained in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

With words chosen, man forms a gift. A Curse’s broken.

Spirit guides guided by etheric footprints that uplifts

& teaches Consciousness through patterns that imprint.

Where spirits speak in global communities

that unlocked celestial seeds harvested

through ancestral key partnerships.

My soul’s energy channelled through this wood mahogany tree

through alchemy angles to harmony. How many keys?

I’m told this little lit candle could offer me peace.

Obviously. These riddles I write in the middle of rhymes I find

can’t handle the shine of this little bright light of mine.

I’m knocked to my knees by the cause of the grief

then lift by my wings and by what I believe.

Paradoxically & infinitely.

Possibilities I can just reach

& manifest etheric I can just see.

In the superstring theory, I quantum leap.

I jump on the numbers not figuratively

but literally, and there is no need

to guess why when the answers are there

in the sequence of Pi. You must be aware.

Like ancient priests knew why to transcribe.

On Mount Zion from Mount Sinai.

Seven stars in his hand, the 8th flies by.

Seven lampstands are guiding the shine.

Until the seven trumpets sound through the sky.

It’s all about the Bordens and Benjamins we cried

to give merit to energy and time, we tried.

But the numbers of Benjamin are alive

and the numbers we divide

are only partly the number of tribes.

The covenant of calculated predictions and estimations.

Now the turtle from Turtle Island hides

inside his shell, inside its mind.

It holds the forms to transform

Only time will tell, & in due time we’ll find.

The secrets of the old earth, and its botany.

The pineal gland’s rebirth of the hope we’re fostering

until every child is cared for

saying farewell to welfare & struggles we prepared for

or get sunburned.

Choose a lesson in this designed lottery.

I picked my numbers,

like the super seven & landed my quantum leap.

Cristiano

•

Ebbs & Flows

Wake up to Sun alignments

Designing a backbone for the Spineless

Providing light to the mindless

A reminder of what is timeless

Gratitude to the all-knowing

Pay attention to where your mind is

The energy keeps me growing

with forms behind where your eye is

Until I’m overflowing

With all that is righteous

With love to keep on going

Sun is still shinning

Tensions unwinding

While minding

Intentions I’m finding

I relearn everything that I know

In between the lines, I’m underlining

The water ebbs & flows

Now that the moon is shining.

Cristiano

•

My Soul is Free

I let go of memories

that haunts me

My soul is free

Spell out words to see

What conjures images vividly

Intertwined with dreams

So my soul is free

No chains on what I chose to see

Even the blind can hold the key

His soul is free

Be patient, the big old tree

Told the seed

His arms hugged the sky

For the world to see

His soul is free

The roots were so deep

So the world can breath

Older than the homes and streets

Through the cold and heat

Brought peace

to a hundred souls at least

It lives through me

when I grow the seeds

And when the old tree dies

Still, the soul is free

Cristiano

•

The Dawn of Reflection

The Sun gazes at the Moon’s perfection.

They dance among the stars.

We all paid attention

To the silence in the art

That artists & poets would mention.

They tried to simulate it

Through ancient & modern conventions.

Even with all the precision,

& equations mathematicians envisioned,

Even with all the knowledge & wisdom,

Angelic intentions behind every word ever written.

While remembering every memory & lesson

Awarded depictions embedded in the stream

Of evolution, consciousness,

Imagination, magic & dreams…

Would not even balance nor surpass the beauty I see

The pictures & memories that appear with Melody.

Not alchemy, nor sorcery could explain such chemistry.

No mind could understand the energy when we meet.

Your Love is the reason, the Sun & Moon dance is complete.

A standing ovation from the stars we all see.

There will always be light in the sky

From morning to night

& it could never be copied

Because they all dance & shine

For the love between you & I

Cristiano

•

As Without, So Within

Peeking through the window.

Through your eyes, I see the soul.

When our minds share a love

Further depth can unfold.

What’s the farthest we can go?

One small act around the globe.

What’s the smallest we can hold?

There’re levels to the love we know.

Do you stop to closely see?

The beauty in the simplest things?

From a dream that is to be.

To a seed, we need to feed.

From opacity to more clarity,

the fruit is a vision.

But a path of savagery to more mastery

is a bootless inquisition.

A blind eye cannot see

why thought is free.

A wish of what ought to be

cannot foresee what is rosy.

Don’t hear me out,

You’re always in.

Above the doubt,

Below the rim.

Cristiano

•

An Odyssey of the Soul

Through my odyssey

from health & fortitude,

while mapping my journey,

I felt a gratitude.

Magnifying the divinity.

Identifying the serenity.

I had to rebuild my foundation

to solidify my identity.

Through genuine love,

charity, and generosity.

To rise above

What's depriving my clarity.

I must observe myself

in the face of adversity

& discern what serves oneself

to elevate the morality.

Then I make my dedication to protect

more real than an A.I.’s simulation of respect.

If wealth is health, through meditation I invest.

& manifest real love through an accumulation effect.

This is a new move to real significance.

Are you influenced, or do you influence?

I live for your smile

that makes me feel jubilant.

Rather than waiting to be

inspired by my environment,

I’m inspiring my environment

to be inspired by me.

Do your words hurt?

or are they medicine?

When you leave this earth

will it leave a resonance?

Are you willing to find

or create your purpose?

There are infinite ways

to be of service.

Recognize, accept

and improve who you are,

Your body could be your car.

Ethics & morality is the North Star.

You don’t know the travels

of people that found you.

The obstacles & trials

of the people around you.

You don’t know their battles

and what they amount to.

While holding the gavel,

what can the sound do?

Cristiano

•

Revival

If the big bang happened a trillion times over

it couldn't recreate my natural love for you.

Energies of supernovas

couldn't emulate my heart or view.

Synergy with my persona

emanates from this garden's view.

When roses bloomed & the peddles grew.

Creating a vision I never knew.

It reinstates & perpetuates

all that's true.

It resonates in my soul over you

like the sober truth.

Now angels sing so merrily

to the joy & Melody

memories bring like a symphony.

Broken wings had healed too.

Moses parting the red sea

couldn't express my soul so free.

The sun will rise, light multiplies

my love unconditionally.

As water streams in Stoney Creek

flow like love so infinitely.

So rapidly to my surprise,

the symmetry of our lives

so vividly before my eyes

and magically I'm revived.

Cristiano

•

A Smile From Where the Land Ends

As the snow is freed from the clouds

Peace is seen in our town

Blessing the trees and the ground

Each one unique when it’s found

A rare gem like your smile

Shines like your eyes

the gift and surprise

A Joyous family night

By the warm embers and candle lights

Embracing traditions

called by our spirit

I could not feel more alive

The moon glows among the star show

Through the window into our humble abode

The stars, the glow and even the snow

Not more unique than the smile you hold

The warmth you hold, like hot cocoa

& marshmallows over embers that glow

While stories and memories retold

Worth more than all, the riches and gold

As the snow is released from the sky

It remains unique til’ it dries

but your smile stays alive

Keeping my heart warm from inside

Cristiano

•

Forever I know

Never again will I take for granted

A woman’s kindness

For it fills the void with purpose,

A woman’s hands

For they can build, hold or caress time itself

A woman’s words

For they can open a man’s eye or help a child fall asleep

A woman’s lips

For they can open a man’s heart and bring peace to mind

A woman’s attention

For she has stopped the world to create art through observation

A woman’s eye

For it chooses to see the truth & look beyond to see beauty

A women’s love

For it gives life, heals & plants seeds in the hearts of men

Forever it grows, now forever you know.

Cristiano

•

A Muse’s Genesis

The strength of elegance and grace through a firm decision

while reflecting back on tomorrow

Embraced the elevation through our vision

as cupid pulled back its arrow.

Launched through uncharted astronomy

through words of eternity

now bringing us harmony.

Observing the whole,

distilling the sacred

unmasking the soul,

leaving us naked.

Spiritual beings having a cosmic experience,

subatomic intangibility forming an appearance.

Having that in mind while heightening awareness

creates a mystical entanglement through our shared kiss.

Beyond the scientific & religious

hypothesis and purpose.

Beyond the politics of traditions

and the art of words

in epic descriptions.

Beyond the philosophical ideals

and the divisions of justice.

Beyond all that is real

Where unconditional love is.

From can I?

to I can.

From am I?

to I Am.

Passed the time

to ask why to

I am as am I

Cristiano

•

Exonerated Dreams

Ashes to Ashes

Enough is enough

So much death

is in this dust.

Can’t go back to sleep

So I must wake up

& I’m back on my knees

with prayers I saved up.

I hear 1000 cries

before my tears hit the floor

so I dry my eyes to write

cause it’s prayers over war.

This is the time I wash the blood

that reaches our shores and takes me.

It’s easy to cycle the pain that kills

but you need courage to make peace

This is the time

to change how the tides

Arrive from the past centuries.

& In a class, I can see

We can have unity.

So I take off the mask to breathe.

But still, I can’t breathe

& if this is the time

for dreams to revive

I need

your knee off-of-me...

Babies start to cry

As you run for cover.

Those guys on the other side

Are your brothers.

Please honour your mother

but forgive your brothers

fighting fire with fire &

fire with water

can not dry or wash

the tears of your daughter.

Love with forgiveness

is an underrated feeling

it liberates civilians

While exonerating children.

Can we wait

until the weight

Of the armour is

replaced with amorous?

When all the weight

of the tirade and hate that is projected

buries itself in the graves

and we let peace be resurrected

When will we learn?

Do not let our children burn.

When will we learn?

Do not burn our Mother Earth.

When will we learn?

We must learn to live in peace.

Can we try?

Can we try to save the dream?

I dream

of Christians, Muslims & Jews in peace.

I dream of sharing bread to eat

& filling cups with water to drink.

I dream

Of birthdays, new years

& anniversaries

With no fear of fire

raining down on me.

I dream

Of a place where children

can plant their seeds

In rich soil rather than the rubble

of concrete.

I promise I promise I will stop to listen.

We must remedy this tragedy.

Our children do not see divisions.

Please, please, I am begging you honestly.

A dream

where all traumas and wounds are healed.

& through forgiveness,

that dream’s revealed.

A dream

Where we only look to the sky

because it’s gorgeous.

And where we bow our heads

only to worship.

A place where we feel peace

When we see the stars above.

I still believe in this dream

Because I know God is love.

Cristiano