Idol Thoughts

Just let me appreciate you,

and enjoy your presence,

Not thinking a thing,

just soaking in your essence.

Fingertips, dipped in loves ink,

drawing doodles of admiration,
your skin is my canvas,
tattooed with imagination.

Sensations surreal, 

I feel as if I am reeling.  

Dealing  with displacement, 

wondering where time and space went.

Occurs to me life is a blur,

around us.

It's just like we're blessed, 

we found US.

All I need and want is your love.

All I heed is the wont in your love.

Moments like the above, 

make other comparisons pale.

Holding you tight, 

like without you I'm frail. 

Grinning at the thoughts,

between deep breaths and exhales.

By

LA Kellam 

Mission Perfect

Not performing up to my potential,
has left me paralyzed.
Reluctance to react,
through self reflection, realized.
The time is here,
my goal is near,
Inhale, deep breaths so my mind can clear.
Exhale, and all I find is fear.
It's not fear of failure,
or stumble till humbled I fall.
It's succeeding and finding my best,
amongst its peers compared small.
The burden to live up to past success,
makes modest achievements, not matter at all.
This fear arrests my limbs,
and causes my actions to stall.
Perfection's existence and attainability,
are just a pair of lies.
I no longer depend on them,
now I use them as guides.
Once pursuit of perfection,
had left me paralyzed.
Now every misstep,
is an opportunity to rise,
striving to do better,
a better me, perfectly, realized.

By L.A. Kellam jr