Is it so much that we believe in ourselves
You and I so different in life our journey
Difference in path we live same hopes
Mine not as rich as yours or is it
Each has purpose we find homelessness
We struggle the same dream of reality
Beaten? Or just experience of life's teachings
Our spirit, as if a breath from God
Somewhere creation comes as dust we breathe
So to earth our dust returns extinction
Where is it I am like you yourself
Our blood do not match the veins flow
As my attitude more optimistic reality set
Things happen, it's just a part of life
I do not hate my neighbor but tolerate your being
Our opinions different looking for same outcome
Is what's seen truth or what's lead to believe
In you multi personality disorder malfunction
Living for world, do not be like it
But unto you a peaceful soul inside
Be one with yourself you do not lie
Be as one in your heart love flows from
But be differently that your trail leave print
That even behind a cloud there's still sun
Didn't choose who we are, you chose what we are
Lead by example, cause we really are differently
draconian dad
stubbornly immovable
until grandbaby
grandbaby request
cant be denied by papa
amazed baby dad
Province life just hits me differently
I cannot explain how peaceful it is
Though simple things I experience mostly
It is satisfying and consoling living
I may not have things in affluence
Yet, the peace I get is priceless
The food that I eat are all organic
Simply it come near and handy
People you meet has respect abound
You can love them easily
One thing for sure everything is cheaper
You just have to work manual and inspiring
Everything here is a season of life
At least here somehow heals me from within.
But then I am going to be called fake.
I don't wanted to notice him at all,
If he ever saw me looking at him,
I already would've felt that my Mission failed.
No hi, no bye, no smile and no help.
No any gesture.
But then when we sat at the bus,
and he stood right infront of my eyes,
Why did I feel the urge to pull his backpack?
To touch his feet a bit?
To pull his t-shirt a little?
It was hot in there.
Since I had a Fan in my hands,
And the people next to me asked: ,,Can I have it?"
Before I handed it out to them,
I swung it at my teacher first because she was talking about how hot it was.
Before I passed it to the others.
I swing it to him.
When he noticed, he smiled.
Damnit.
The personality I made up, the one I want to be.
And the one I am.
They don't Match.
I can't devide them..
None of us are together,
Enough we had from each other.
Wondering why we are falling appart
Winds are blowing differently,
Another turn to be
Vain or victory days are there,
Each of them will come back to us
Dee was skimpy with her adjectives once again.
Whereas her twin Sue Lee was generous with them.
Neither of them had books that sold in droves or well.
Which twin's words do I like better? That is hard to tell.
Your words are insufficient, incomplete, meager Sue Lee said.
Dee said Sue Lee’s overuse of adjectives hurt her writers head.
I need my adjectives – lithe, lively, dainty, delicate and polite.
The twins disagreed, but both continued to plot and write.
Her newly acquired form was almost morally repugnant,
A twisted creation, so different, so distant,
Yet she dared to make a public debut,
The first female of her kind, quite a breakthrough.
Many applauded such a great honor,
But deep down, her heart was mournful and somber,
For how could she fit in this world so diverse?
When all she felt was desolate, like a curse.
The mocking and stares aimed at her each day,
Made her question if she should've stayed away,
From this world that never ceased to judge and hate,
But it was too late, she was already the public's bait.
Despite the loneliness and the pain,
She found solace in the pouring rain,
For it was only in the solitude of night,
That she could truly embrace her own plight.
So she stood tall, with pride and grace,
In this world full of discrimination and disgrace,
For even though she was different from the rest,
She still deserved love and respect, nothing less.
I was able to find joy in detriment.
To an extent, I did not lament-
The future that was left blue.
As my past seemed to turn a different hue.
Why is it that I must not have hope?
For a future where I can thrive and not have to cope?
the blind sees no colours, dark
eyes close inner vision bright
My mirror shows me my dancing seventeen-year-old self
When I wanted to be called woman, frowning at the term girl
I am going to go roller blading today, I sing out to my husband
He has allowed himself to turn old; he starts discouraging me
I do not tell him that yesterday I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Or that tomorrow I am going to fool with a stripper pole at Mr. Leer’s.
None of his business that I am going bungee jumping today at two.
He patters in and stares at me. You’re not young you know, he says.
It is with joy in my heart that I escape his oldness; wearing my short shorts,
Crammed into Nancy Sinatra “These Boots are Made For Walk’n” boots.
He dares not follow me. He is afraid to get in a car with me.
I fancy myself a race car driver, daring death to get in my face.
Did you take your medication? He yells from the doorway,
Afraid to come out onto the porch because he might break a hip.
We have aged completely differently, he and I. I give him the bird as I leave.
Chicken that is prepared in many ways
Makes no differences to me
Whether it is baked, fried-
Or barbecued it taste good
Also tasty in spaghetti sauce
Anyway it is prepared I'd enjoy
To eat my meal.
6/20/17
So much stupidity
And attempts at mimicry
Do I need to describe it more vividly
With better imagery?
I guess I've been feeling differently
Than the rest of the industry
Don't ever question my authenticity
And dignity
In any vicinity
Got to get it willingly
Consistently with resiliency
Executing the plans skillfully
And efficiently
Whether it is clear or poor visibility
You must be kidding me
FOH with your flippancy and negativity
I want no involvement in such petty activity
So quit the hostility
And bigotry
Before you instantly
Get no sympathy
No validity
And credibility
Do not speak to me religiously
Or egotistically
Maul you viciously
Making you bow submissivley
So proud of your own infamy
And any publicity
Show you some true brilliancy
With or without electricity
Out and in of every proximity
An oyster can go very fast attached to a piece of string. But a ping pong ball in a car can drive over a sealed jar many many times. Now raise a glass to a glazed grass cake for grass cakes are neither grass snakes nor gradual global gelatos eating a gelatine sponge. Now travelling within a dome can be as exciting and as questionable as queuing to purchase rattles for a little calf. In a market then. Great. Question not the ideological wisdom of a nine trail snail caravan. Hahahaha and the rest of the leaves are barking at the papers of the world. Xxxxx climatological zzzzz at a quaternion to a quaterised quirky quip. Z
Thoughts all distorted, regular function is aborted.
Vision is blurred, reality being obscured.
Seeing trails in the vastness, you only see the wall, but you must learn to look past this.
Some may say what I'm saying sounds like madness.
So I just tell them I'm Mario trying to get big so please give me room.
Cause I don't want to step on no one after I eat this mushroom.
DIFFERENTLY
Is there anything we can do differently
Poem is love and hatred is poetry
Nature is miserable but future is misery
I am always chronically sad but you are permanently happy
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando July 7, 2016
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