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Collaboration poem by Wesley C (Space Cadet) and Darren White.

We have taken one of my older poems, and completely rewritten it.

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To Be Broken Is To Be Honest - Collaboration With Space Cadet

TO BE BROKEN IS TO BE HONEST
Voice: Space Cadet (Wesley C)

The sand is a warm window; 
from the sill, 
     I watch skiffs in the distance sail away from me.
Sea opens to self-sought solitude.

That one day, distant lands became familiar playground
     for children of men, cruelly joined in time and place,
     by dice thrown into air, dimpled cubes with my name
     and theirs.

I hear those children laugh in their sunny day, ice cream innocence.
Their language a sound from once familiar foreign land.

I stand in pain, refuse the hand that asks
     to help 
And wonder:
     if to be a child 
     is to be honest, 
     am I blind 
     to their askance stares? With each step will I 
     leave behind their glares?

As I lift my head from my feet, with eyes toward the sea, my scars 
     are only reflections of the footprints they perceive to be as me:
Lines in the flesh-colored sand,
     wilted under uneven sea edges, remainders of the battle of separation.
     Craters, crimson petals blemished in the glass sun.
     A lonely pursuit.
     A sand rose's stigmata on my chest.
     Silence polished on my window reflection.

Yet I gleam, my back to a windowless beach:

With each day's dusk,
     we all fracture,
     light decays
     myriad aspects
     etched experiences

To be broken 
     is to be honest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Cadet Avatar
January 6, 2017 at 4:12 AM
This is one of my favorites of yours. :) w
White Avatar
January 6, 2017 at 5:50 AM
It IS my favourite, and all of that thanks to you, I will never forget how you helped me shape this into the form it has now :)
Polydoro Avatar
December 22, 2016 at 7:54 PM
A perfect writing my dear! You and Wesley did another amazing colaboration! I agree with Jason! I also loved this part "my scars are only reflections of the footprints they perceive to be as me..." It really resonates with me - So beautiful Darren <3
White Avatar
December 22, 2016 at 11:47 PM
Wesley is so wonderful in helping me being less literal, and adding more abstraction and symbolism to my poems. This poem I cherish...
Williams Avatar
December 21, 2016 at 5:56 PM
Amazing Darren! "As I lift my head from my feet, with eyes toward the sea, my scars are only reflections of the footprints they perceive to be as me:" Brilliant Baby. Simply stunning.
White Avatar
December 21, 2016 at 10:05 PM
Thanks <3 This poem is very important to me, and I am so happy with how it is now :)
Wolf Avatar
December 20, 2016 at 4:44 PM
The transformation is brilliantly put! The eggshell breaks from the inside! You guys are on fire! I thoroughly enjoyed this one!
White Avatar
December 20, 2016 at 11:24 PM
It is. Splendid isolation can only be broken from the inside, never from the outside.
Smith Avatar
December 20, 2016 at 3:38 PM
Terrific...love the ice cream innocence
White Avatar
December 20, 2016 at 3:47 PM
Icecream innocence. That's Wesley's. Yeah, that's a beauty isn't it :)
Green Avatar
December 20, 2016 at 2:57 PM
Very deep and inspiring my friend. I felt a chill as I read this as the thoughts it created in my mind painted a hardship, but there was also something uplifting and fulfilling about this. Definitely one of your best.
White Avatar
December 20, 2016 at 3:45 PM
You have that absolutely right. It is both. Coming from terrible hardship, stepping into sun and icecream :)
Godwin Avatar
December 20, 2016 at 12:28 PM
Yes, it is. We must step into our broken places and we all have them. Children, ideally, have yet to be broken. This is a lovely and haunting write, complex and hard to shake off ... CayCay
White Avatar
December 20, 2016 at 12:33 PM
We all have them, we glue them together with gold, and come out of it stronger.... Thanks my friend -Darren.
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