Mother Nature

Dead silent, she is:
Chattering loudly, are we.
Nature coldly slumbers-
Resting it's frozen airs.
Chattering loudly, warmly
Chatter to stay aware.
Mother nature must be tweakin' today.

Pseudonym

Z was me, the child

They would point and laugh

Zoro

Zero

Xena (I'd roll my eyes and think to myself, that one doesn't even start with a Z)

You see, few had names that commenced with Zs

So the pointing and the laughing 

Helped them deal with the difference

Zee was me, the teenager

My crew created a difference between my letter and theirs

They had reign over the other 25 but I commanded the Z

Zee, it helped them respect the difference

Z was me, the college student

We all did it

Called ourselves by the fusion of our first letters

J-E-Z-E-M

Jezem, I was the Z

It helped us create a friendship

Z is me, the present

It is a collection of my life's progression

Z is my photo album

My baby pictures

My frizzy-haired middle school pictures

My high school prom queen pictures

My college graduation pictures

My life's pictures

Embedded in my letter

Z

 

A Family Portrait, Thanksgiving Day Dinner Feast

A Family Portrait, Thanksgiving Day Dinner Feast

 

Thanksgiving rests upon the shoulders of my family.

My family- Mom, Papi, Andrea, Jose Roberto, Robert, Me

My family sits, cramped, cozy around my table-

A table too small to accommodate any other.

Warm turkey, thoroughly bathed in melted butter a la Mom,

Resting on a bed of stuffing- surrounded by the traditional feast:

Brussels sprouts grown and harvested in Robert's garden;

Green Beans flavored with Mom's favorite spice- bacon;

Apples, picked in Michigan, by myself, bubbling in our apple pie.

We raise our glasses-

Trois malbecs, una margarita, one Miller Lite, an apple cider.

A toast to us- time grows as does the distance between us,

May Thanksgiving always rest upon these shoulders,

In spite of the great lengths traveled to make it so.

Words

Letters
I piece them together 
Graciously, Surreptitiously, Angrily, Hurriedly
I piece them together to form words
My words, these words, all words

We have to start piecing
Creating
Communicating
For these words are our only weapon
Our only defense

They separate us from them
Us from the masses

Warriors:
Pick up your weapon
Together, we form an army
An armed militia
We will start a revolution

Our defense, our weapon, our linguistically lyrical ability
Letters pieced to form our words
These words, all words
The weapon of choice, the deadliest weapon

Piece together your voice
Mold these letters, form your words
Pick up your weapon, It's your choice