How can i mourn something i’ve never known
Still I pretend to swim
in the endless sea
nigh of any true misery
only the discomfort of martyrdom
inflicted upon those who will learn
to forget my name
shroud my shattered remains in gossamer
let time feast on my flesh
strip from me all of value
yield to nothing but my eyes
an unmade carcass of becoming
shall drift loosely carried by the windless tide
watching—waiting for the day to bleed into the night
Grief does not belong here
It has no home
Tears shall not be shed where I lay
Irises will not rest by my tomb
Palms will not dig to unearth me
For a stranger cannot be mourned
If they were never known
Comfort in knowing,
Discomfort from growing,
Uncomfortable situations,
Creations' way of showing us,
We can trust in its Divine design.
Strength comes intertwined in our belief,
Relief in your own worth,
Since birth supported by its force,
The source of all you're seeing.
Believing in the screen before you,
Seeing through two eyes,
Your construct arises to meet you.
Greeting you with the reflection,
Your perception is accepting,
Perspective guiding the projection.
Your interaction creating action,
The reaction comes back at you,
Tracking your every move,
Grooving to the flow,
To what you think you know.
The magician of the show,
Turning tricks in the shadow,
The only comfort in what I know,
The Source is everywhere I go.
When customer service forgets its name
and kindness dims to a fading flame ,
RESPECT grows thin and help grows small--
you start to wonder if they care at all…
She grew so harsh, as if kindness were a chore!
She pressed like a child, fierce in what she required,
never stopping to see how your body was tired.
She urged you to read - though the words turned to haze,
not caring your blurred eyes had reached their fading phase…
You try to rest inside that cramped small room ,
But comfort never seems to find its bloom.
No fan to stir the thick and weighted air ,
Just crowded bodies coughing everywhere…
You suffer through each careless, noisy burst
and peace , it seems , is always the one cursed.
And when all they care about is what they can gain,
not noticing your tired body or the strain,
it hits you somewhere deep, a quiet kind of sore…
some people put money first, nothing else anymore.
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I searched for pleasure and weakness was also there. I searched for discomfort and found strength.
my skin doesn't fit me.
it looks like it does from afar
but its all gooey and
it doesn't hug me in all the right ways.
but then again is it like that
for everyone or are my senses undeceiving?
is it tailored for everyone but
me?
or is it imposter syndrome and its just my
desire to be
diFferent"
i will know once i'm inside the skin of
another
until then i will feel unsolved and lost
never forgiving my flesh for being a
bad
foundation.
Her heart is a warm, golden light
Patience is her title
In a distressed nine months, she held onto me
Facing changes and discomfort in her body
At the edge of losing herself, she held on
Waiting patiently with love and care to see my face
She held me with joy, with tears in her eyes when she held me
Her breast was my comfort and my survival
Her breasts sagged, but she still fed me with love and joy
Ignoring the physical changes she had
My cries kept her awake
Her hands soothe me
Her voice brings me joy
Singing lullabies with her sweet voice with compassion to put me to sleep
Sleep was not hers when I was awake
She woke up several times to see if I was okay
My discomfort, her heartache
My smile, her joy
When I'm disheartened, she inspires me
Her tongue is full of encouragement
She holds me up with her tongue when I fall
Her words and prayers keep me going
What love I have got
This love, a great treasure I hold
A great gift God showered on me??
I love you, mama, ?
A-S B
Arid-tanned leaves,
vigorously stripped
from their cages by
thick cold winds,
luring them to dance
like elegant swans,
swaying dangerously
naked to speeding
express, testing their fate.
I hear the roars and
dark clouds
setting up the stage.
You only hear nature's
voice through our pen.
Their pain, happiness,
memories and laughter.
our
favourite lover.
They preserve us,
and in turn,
we become their sip,
they eat
in nourishment.
In the end,
we all come back as Nature.
I had to ask for your affection.
The first indication that you weren’t worthy of mine.
Love is meant to be easy.
At least, when it’s with the correct person.
Loving you was shifting teeth,
Picking at hangnails,
An off-kilter set to the jaw.
Loving you was uncomfortable.
Not unpleasant, but something deep within me knew it wasn’t right.
We were building a world on an unsteady foundation.
Forming skyscrapers on decaying bedrock.
They were decadent.
But fated to collapse.
Quite the parallel to their builders.
My balls ache.
You’ve grabbed them like you own them.
You twist them, squeeze them,
Slowly crush them.
You make me beg you to stop,
Then order me to kiss your hand.
Snap.
Naturally caring to women with masculinity so pristine
I own the road, yet they squeeze through the bridle path
I have found my peace but nature envies me,
allowing God’s craft to be an inevitable punishment.
No honeycomb is invisible to admirers
his love for me comes with such consequences.
‘I love you’ from me, but one out of a thousand more confessions.
He has completely pledged to me, yet I suffer rough justice
they display so much submission like a script from voo-doo.
On women, his charisma plays a successful ponzi scheme,
geometrically, they increase, I fear and pray for a flatline,
these numerous uncontrolled love is an insidious problem
I have barked but to remain more toothless.
Three is a crowd but a hundred is infirmity
hope is the fuel to patience, my engine
I’ll hold his hand tightly to resist theirs stepwise.
I'm agree with discomfort but I makes remain yours.
I will meet you or not,but I remain in your heart.
I'm agree with discomfort but I makes remain yours.
My love is like silence but it is pure like God.
Meeting you in this life is pleasing to me.
I'm agree with heartache but I makes remain yours.
I will meet you or not,but I remain in your heart.
I'm agree with discomfort but I makes remain yours.
A REVELATION
*************
A revelation, no matter gender,
pulchritude, humans natural beauty!
A Paragon of virtuosity!
Talks and walks with splendour, no pretender!
Causing no discomfort, one to adore!
Such charisma, one would hope they had too,
showing, blazing, hoping it is all true!
Eight below, charisma helps warm a core!
************
7/4/18
Rhyme Time 5- Lucky 8 Poetry Contest, sponsored by Laura Loo
I can’t stay clear of you
Everyday meet we must
There is nothing I can do
To avoid you
Yet you treat me like a piece of
You are so full of misery
Wish I could avoid you
Now I must make that discovery
On how to make do with you
You are wicked
Very croaked
And fearless
You treat us badly and take us forcefully
Without listening to our pleas.
Today I’ve come to challenge you
Show your face
You faceless devil
Battle with all you have
And watch prayers wash you down.
What a day! It’s pouring so hard . . .
I’d to go to the airport to pick up somebody
a wet day! ‘un día mojado’, such a day, indeed!
but, I’d to go for he must have arrived already.
When I got there passengers in drove were elsewhere,
cabs, vans, trucks, and many cars were waiting;
while waiting outside, a sheriff came telling us to move on
that made me decide to make another round and see
if he’d be when I come back to pick him up.
However, he hadn’t emerged as yet and therefore,
I decided to take another round and park the car;
still pouring, oh Lord of the Most High!
I found it difficult to get back with certain roads closed
especially in Terminal A where I was heading for;
indeed, what a day! What a disaster! What a mess, so to say.
I felt so sorry for him for that long procession of waiting
Hours in waiting while struggling to find other ways
to meet him – his Excellency, whose eyes were whitened
waiting, waiting, what an annoying day!
then traffic congestion greeted us on our way,
another experience, another test of patience.
A question set up,
To cause discomfort and pain,
Anonymously.
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