I screamed until my throat tore -
"You're hurting me! Please, let me go!"
And you stood there, vacant,
gazing at me with a soft, baffled innocence.,
because you couldnt see the violence of your hands.
You wouldn't see it.
Instead, you looked down at my bleeding body,
shook your head in quiet disappointment,
and whispered,
"Look what you made me do."
What remains depends
on what you expected there
before looking down—
the eye searches for a world
it already thought was lost.
What remains can be
what you most desire to find
among all that's gone—
hope gathers the scattered tithes
making presence out of loss.
What remains may be
only what you feared to see,
waiting in the mind—
we recount the world that's left
or the world we feared we'd find.
Before we can see,
expectation shapes the eye—
hope and fear look first
then eyes open wonder-wide—
discovering - what remains.
in one of her films
where a woman's strength reminds me
of the chiseled strength inside of me
Sometimes I get it right
Sometimes I remind myself
why it's important to run barefoot
on the beaches
of Sosua
to prove that you could make it here,
or anywhere
The ingrown shells
that cut my heels
help me build integrity
A look of love
A look of disgust
A look up above
A look if you so must
A look if one would kill
A look of uncertainty
A look if you will
A look from you to me
A look of anger
A look of dispare
A look a little gander
A look who,when,where
A look so distinctive
A look from me to you
A look from diffrent perspective
A look another point of view
Old write from 2019 sometime thinking about when people stare idea from piems sights2012
Pretty flowers were what we looked for,
had no money for the store.
Bathroom to save the day,
soft white flowers not gray.
Toilet paper roll no more.
I'm going out to find God today,
I've lots of time, it's a holiday.
I wonder if He's big and strong,
He wears white... or am I wrong?
I wonder if He's in the wood,
So magical in childhood.
I'll ask my friends if they might know
Where He always likes to go.
Mum says, "He's simply everywhere—
You won't find Him in a comfy chair!"
I'm going to ask friends at school;
I'll start with Ria—she's no fool.
Ria is Hindu, kind and bright.
She smiles and says, "You're looking right.
We call Him Brahman where I pray;
He's all around us every day."
Rizwan is Muslim, calm and kind;
He helps me out when I'm behind.
"It's Allah," he says with a happy grin,
"His love and care reach everything."
I've searched the woods and climbed a hill,
I've stood so very quiet and still.
Then I began to understand—
God's love is shown by helping hands.
When friends are kind and people care,
It's easier to feel He's there.
Perhaps that's where my search should start...
For God is closest in every heart.
take formless to be form invisible
go beyond body mind and senses five
so what if space is imperceptible
know the entire universe is alive
.
"hold me"
she move at me
like
"touch me"
she drop her frock
like
"take me"
therefore honor
your
i plead thuh 5th
again
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Don’t look at her
Why not? He asked
She’ll turn you to stone
It is her major task
He did not heed the warning though
So, we left him as a statue down below
I miss him a bit, my mother said
He never did mind, said my cousin Ed
.
'tain't no
nystagmus mine
uv
no
dance'n oscillate'n
jump'n
eyne vooman
'tiz
your eyez
i your
meant
locks
your dang'it
your
yourn every'z
cauze'n eyne'z
mine
stutter
morning rising from the height of night,
steadfast,
and night, from the body of day,
rising in pride
with a bluish dagger.
And look at us—
made luckless in our own unrest
by the fault of those others.
And look at us—
made luckless
by the fault of those others,
as lashes settle
on our bloodied bodies.
And look at us—
each of us, from every direction,
in a futile struggle
within our private isolation,
our grim faces cracking.
cloudy consciousnesses
guarding a deep blue sky
a shadow or a streak
cloudy consciousnesses
where dark spoons up the rain
the whiteout spill of wings
cloudy consciousnesses
to a bed each alone
halo above, us fleece
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
I think about my life gone past;
And what it might amount to still,
As sunlight slides behind the hill.
If faith would only guide my will
To seek and serve those things that last
As sunlight slides behind the hill,
I think about my life gone past.
Look what I've found Mum!
It was waiting right here.
You won’t believe it!
I don’t feel any fear
It feels like a good fit.
I didn’t go looking Mum?
I promise I didn’t stray,
It was waiting for me,
It said it would stay,
It was right by our tree.
So what do you think Mum?
It would never do me harm,
Your warnings I still hear,
It stays so peaceful and calm,
I feel safe with it here.
Do you think I could keep it Mum?
It’s just the right height,
It’s just what I dreamt about,
It feels so perfectly right,
I really have no doubt.
Oh please, can I keep it, Mum?
I’ll be careful, you’ll see,
It’s gentle, and warm,
It belongs here with me,
I would be safe in a storm.
Oh Mum, please, can I keep it?
It’s just what I want in a man.
The hardest thing now days
is to be honest and good
to follow the rules and love
tell the truth and help
look someone in the eyes
have a conversation under the blue sky
not steal from those who have the most
not spit in the faces of those who deserve it
tell someone who disrespects you at work
F Y O U !!!
Not to look one it the eye when you know
all they do is lie to you
but you still try and try to do the right thing
and i simply ask why do i try so hard to
be someone, why not be no one
what is so wrong with that.
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