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Lexi Break Poem
"It was a mistake", she said.
A tiny life swiped in seconds as
gods creation is rendered a
mere cluster of cells.
Returned back to heaven
hoping the return policy
wouldn't deny.
It was a mistake; a stifled cry
A lifetime of progress,
innovation, and memories down
the drain.
The notorious "what if"
squashed with plan b; no hopes
of a future.
A stifled cry
She could have cured cancer or
delivered world peace.
She could've fed the hungry
and housed the poor.
She could've been a Honors
Harvard medical school
graduate and your pride and
joy.
None are the magical christmas
mornings, first days of school,
or birthdays.
Terminated are the memorable
first steps and momentous
coos calling for "mamma".
No more possibilities. Now a
stifled cry.
"It was a mistake", she said.
A moment of carelessness and
selfishness translates into a life
lost.
Permanent.
Sent back into the arms of god.
An easy way out. A stifled cry.
Copyright © Alx Brk | Year Posted 2014
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Lexi Break Poem
With the invention of man came a myriad of difficulty and distress.
When the first australopithecine gained it bipedal wings and set sail on the journey to societal grandeur, origin was not an issue.
Complex societies emerged and spirituality often served as a road map to success.
Siddhartha Guatama rolled out the 8 Fold Path and the Homo Sapiens followed, as the wise beings they were.
Mohammad advised his own followers from an arabian cave and Abraham guided his kin through the red sea.
People and technologies continued to evolve into better versions of themselves.
There seemed to be a certain cultural unity that fueled a near unanimous peace.
People seemed "color blind", agreeable, and understanding.
Soon though, things got out of hand when people grappled with designs that our founding fathers hadn't planned.
Power and ownership took over the world and with it went the peace.
There was schism upon schism amongst mankind and a bitter hatred settled over the earth.
But why?
We hated people for their skin color. The Apartheid and Triangular Trade drove the world into calamity.
Millions of peopled died in the name of the very religions that once coexisted in harmony.
World Wars were fought and concentration camps rose and fell like a revolving door and were holding pens where innocent people were treated like animals.
We need to return to our foundation and reestablish the very principles we lived by thousands of years ago.
The key to acceptance is tolerance and the key to tolerance is the abandonment of ignorance.
People must reunite and say, "I don't tolerate you. I accept you."
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Lexi Break Poem
Clocks tick, pages turn, and pencils furiously inscribe notes; two more chapters.
The house is silent; earbuds blare.
And as the city sleeps, you refuse to conform.
Rest is for the weak; I go against the norm.
The only question is, as the sun retires and the moon clocks in, which will you choose,
Productivity or inferiority?
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Lexi Break Poem
I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes.
I am from the yellow house with the brick red roof on the corner of the street.
I am from the sprawling orange tree and its sweet smelling blossoms and the mile-high Oleander bushes housing hundreds of pesky orange caterpillars.
I am from annual Thanksgiving reunions and southern belles. From Gaetano LaMarca and Prince Pasta.
I am from “When I was your age…” and the Thanksgiving talent shows that Aunt Laura always seemed to coax me into participating in.
I am from “Tomorrow is another day” and “5…6…7…8!”
I am from the body and blood of Christ and the musty incense of Easter vigil mass.
I am from sticky and sweet monkey bread and unbearable, soggy, and glutinous southern casseroles.
I am from the WOP’s of New England and the Jet Ski that sent my grandmother tumbling into the ocean and the origin of Prince Pasta Wednesdays.
I am from towers of elaborate handcrafted Clarice Cliff china and the antique armoires that hold a million memories of the past and a million more to come.
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Lexi Break Poem
The fifteenth day of the fourth month of the year
Only shines for those who rise to see it
A hybrid lunar species merging the symbol of a vampire and wolf;
Howling at the moon while painting the night sky crimson red.
A lunar tetrad; a bizarre alteration of a lunar eclipse.
Four chances to catch the view, unless you’re prepared to wait until 2032.
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Lexi Break Poem
A question unanswered is a cordial invitation to thought, a wide open door prepared to transport you to new places,
Places not seen, places unknown, places you may only view within your dreams.
As you live, day to day, you can’t help but ponder,
And you ask yourself queries you can’t seem to answer.
Our world is a place inundated with secrets,
Hiding details and solutions to bring a halt to our wonders.
You meander through endless trails of ideas and images adorning every crack and crevice in view.
Hungry for answers, we hunt for reasons and explanations as a lion stalks its next meal.
Amongst all the muddle and bluff, there’s one thing we can still prove to be true,
A question left unanswered is never alone.
Just as dominos topple upon each other, one leads to another and your journey has only begun.
Your questions lead to theories and your theories lead to questions,
Which leads your mind on a ceaseless pursuit, just as a dog chases its tail.
You contemplate and you challenge the conventions of life,
You wonder of religion and how and why,
Leaving your mind in a perilous state of strife.
In the end, after navigating a serpentine path, you will come to an answer all of your own,
The fog will lift and the birds will sing, as you reach the pathway’s end.
And then, you begin again hunting the solutions to the questions left unanswered.
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