I cannot become flat
My curves are not straight lines
My die is cast, forged by fire
Yet I try to bend it for you
I put the blow torch to my heart
Coining it over the anvil
Pressing it to new form
Old shapes long forgotten, new again.
Made to please you
Buffed to mirrored shine.
A reflection, or a phantom.
But it is not me.
Now the next shine has your eye
It is mine again.
Melted down with self-improvement
Made strong again
Never again to hammer against myself
Knowing the value of imperfection
Stay true to the die-cast
Compromise but do not conform.
Where can I go when there's no breath around
Even that
Can not compare to sound
Leaving all my pictures on the wall
In my hat...
The garbage on the ground
How about the time you heard my sound
Eavesdropping from ears to hurt the wound
Even though my heart shall become flat
Know I see you when you look around
What Will My New Normal Be?
Written by Miracle Man
5/8/2020
Average or typical is what i think normal,
but it’s a futile search for my return to the same.
Greeting a friend has become so informal,
a pandemic has changed the rules of the game.
No handshakes or hugs and i distance space,
I wash my hands and then do it once more.
I wear a mask but can’t stop touching my face,
This pandemic has made my normal a chore.
Sudden Cardiac Arrest saw my life become flat,
and i leave the house for Doctor visits and food.
Now a COVID-19 pandemic is tweaking that,
and I fear I’m becoming a disgruntled old dude.
Penny kneeled down on the track
To put some coins on their back
In order to see the coins become flat
Penny kneeled down on the track
Envying the coins direction at
Their journey forward onward
Penny kneeled down on the track
To put some coins on their back
Russell Sivey
In the Afterglow
She kneeled down on the track
To put some coins on their back
Waiting for the train to come
In order to see the coins become flat
She thinks this is such a sport
Watching the coins again retort
Wait, listen, she here's a whistle
The coins last plea to turn and abort
Quickly the train comes and goes
Flattening the coins with her rejoice
She finds luck in her changed coins
Brought to her by the trains keen voice
Russell Sivey
She walks through the valley of dreams, while clouds of darkness lurk above and all
around her.
As her pace begins to quicken to over come the darkness, beams of light begin to
shine upon her.
Then the hills all around become flat plush green meadows, skies of blue appeared
above.
Her face of pain and sorrow became a face of relief and strength.
It has been a million years, and three since the walk began.
For she is at the end of a trail, that never should have begun.
The year of dreams is now at hand, and flowers seem to surround her.
At the end of the valley of dreams is a field of reality in which we all walk.
Some of those who reach the field of reality never know they have reached it.
For their minds are still searching, and with no faith they will never reach the field in
which they are standing.
Those who enter the field of reality with open eyes will live a life of glory.
And those who never find it will wander endlessly down the valley of dreams.
Shall we go to the river? To see the pellucid
and hear the sound of water gurgling,
as at the hamlet where I was teasing
you for the first time, where the sky
and the birds are reluctant
to go home late afternoon into place,
we are reluctant
to say the word “love” without the escort poem.
Alas, the river has dried and blackened.
Shall we go to the top of the mountain? To wait for the sunrise
and feel the cold clouds, as the moment when I whispered sentences
in love with you for the first time,
where the earth and the sea are reluctant
to reveal him to the front of our closed eyes,
where the air was as thin as your hair-braided yarn.
Alas, the mountain had become flat and the road to their jobs.
Shall we say the word “sorry” it here just now? To the universe
and our past that is so beautiful and amusing,
I want to apologize to you for having made you happy
in the past; I hope that our universe still loves us.
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