She was dainty with long curls of sunlight for hair. absolutely breath taking.
She seemed to emit a radiant perfection. Hand sculpted by god himself. She wore an elegant gown, emphasis on the way she seemed to glide across the floor. Flowing in and out like the tides with every move she made. I could not relinquish my attention. My curiosity held me in her current. Slowly drowning me considerately. Wrapping me in the unforgiving song of a siren. My mind left a swirling pool of lustful possibility's. Dancing in the vicinity of virile compulsion.
It sent waves to the base of my spine awaking the very beaing of my existence. I came to life in the enigma of her gown absolutely breath taking
("Multiculturalism Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
DEI
Skin color is literally skin deep,
Of course race means a lot more -
For anatomy and physiology,
Our emotional and mental characteristics,
But that is all deeper than a color.
To focus on just skin
Misses all that is beneath
All that is within,
And THAT is called an individual;
You, me, and us.
Why would we ever give that up
To be just a member of a group,
A face in the crowd
A number in a quota?
It’s a coward’s game to hide one’s face
And yet every day
I still see someone wearing a mask
At the grocery store, at the post office,
And I wonder, what’s wrong with them,
And what illness are they so considerately
Protecting us from…
(6/23/24)
You have opened your eyes,
Now open your mind.
See your own significance,
See considerately.
You have opened your ears,
Now open your heart.
Listen to thy heartbeat,
Listen compassionately.
You have opened your mouth,
Now open the doors to your soul.
Speak thy spiritual reality,
Speak truthfully.
Here I am-- again
Grabbing my pen, scribbling my pain
Into bleeding and excruciating words
That might end up killing me.
Damn, I need to let this out!
I need to release all the dramas and doubt.
My pen cries of simile again
Fighting considerately in vain,
Creating make-believe stories,
Drowned in almost vivid memories.
I try to ensconce myself
In awesome poems and proses
While gripping thorny roses
Trying to fix my broken self.
Metaphors that speak euphoria,
Rhymes that sound like paranoia,
Stanzas full of painful battles
Writing frustrations with beautiful titles--
Out of melancholy or perhaps emptiness--
I locked my soul in unreal happiness.
I opted to unspoken dialogues
Where I never have second thoughts on monologues.
This is how I silently wept.
This is where my thoughts are kept.
Although I am grateful, doesn't mean I am free.
For even when a slave is relieved of their hunger,
They are still very much enslaved to their master.
Although I have tendency for guilt, doesn't mean I am obligated to help.
For even when someone considerately offers,
Their efforts can only be so easily dismissed.
Although I am so fortunate, doesn't mean I feel fulfilled.
For even when one has all the riches in the world,
Even their own loved ones can make them feel so alone.
The painted Words:
When a bamboo bends over backwards, keeping her peace,
it does not mean that her sense of balance’s decreased.
The wound that was inflicted though unintentional
would have healed had a passerby thought more considerately
than to snap it to rigid position after the storm has ceased.
What I wrote:
When one tries to understand just to keep the peace,
it does not mean that her sense or spirit’s decreased.
The hurt that was inflicted though unintentional
would have gone had another thought more considerately
than make a speech about it right after the trouble has ceased.
31 July 2015
The I'Lyzette Contest
Sponsor: FJ Thomas
The pages of poetry and prose,
So carefully and considerately composed.
A response to the voice inside of me that
Whispers in a manner incoherent.
I am listening, because there is not much else to be.
I can guarantee I will die unworthy
And leaving no legacy but a beautiful corpse.
There was a time when I
Would give you this book of my verse
Some pages of open confession
Not be loved or adored, not to be suddenly understood
By myself or by this or the next generation.
Prestige in this current lifetime is a pipedream at best.
This is the legacy I follow against my will, the hallowed
Halls of deaf redeemers like the casket laying empty
Slowly approaching at a glacial crawl.
One day my name and my
Obituary will assert my solidarity
With the dirt. To the earth
I will go with all these prayers
My heart ‘neath my ribcage
Below this empty vessel
The soul departed somewhere.
I leave you maxilla and tines.
Or whatever else remains behind.
A petulant allowance to be
Engraved upon the crypts
In the most appropriate narrative,
Bereft of the truth in our histories
Given rather to fits of hysterics
And a careful, considerate lyric.
Would you show me how you sleep so sweetly
Or could you teach me how not to dream
Mine have been deliberately consuming
Considerately they've been killing me
With reoccurring nightmares
Of creaking cemetery gates
The silent screams among the undead
As they lay me down within my grave
My heart beats restlessly inside of panic
Anticipating this hell I've never met
But it promised me that it missed me
Through all the nights I never slept
Its fingers grip tightly around my throat
The other hand covers my eyes
It hated that I believed in God
And all of His softly unspoken lies
Then I awake within a deeper panic
I still feel the impressions of its hands
Lord how many nights will I be pulled under
Before your heavens will take me back
~JJF ~
Born of Two
Positive and negative energies were made to make things new
From door stops to whistles to how a frog jumps and what colours it is too
An existence is a culmination of all these experiences and how you interpret the energy in you
Take it to the limit of what is possible and maybe you’ll see yourself shining through
A bright sunny day walking in the garden of our country selectively thinking is that a positive energy or whatever the conclusion of shade it is from bright green to sky blue
Elaborate connotations of facts run so fast like a herd of wildebeest just while you are tying your shoe
Is this my life or is it nature deciding what it wants to show considerately in hue
I have a feeling that whatever I know now is all that is positive and negative but how do we choose
There are minds of genius still working on that single idea of what is true consciousness and what is nature constantly feeding culturing from what has been before as we find a clue
The answers of the world are out there swimming in the sea or under the earth but one thing I do know is we shall only gain what we lose because we are born of two.
From whence it came
Moments were choices to be made
Time never forever remain
Were there to be words to be said?
Choices to be acted compulsively
Choices to be thought distinctively
Chosen to face subsequently
Isn’t time as always as naturally?
Champion by some, fools by others
Triumph fades and wrongdoings endure
Promises inconsiderately factors
For lying to considerately ensures
Onto ourselves we do not to others
Yet onto others we do not to ourselves
We are at peace because it bothers
We are uncomfortable because... who else?
With choices whether or not to make
We need find in ourselves to live with
Good and bad with choices of late
Endurance remains but a testament to believe
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