I reach disparately for loving support from another.
All I see fear and judgment, oh why bother.
I hurt, yet this is my fear I must endure,
It’s my bindings in belief that’s has a cure.
I know those eyes of rejection when love they speak.
All I want is to be loved, this is what I seek.
Yet the pain is unbearable that now is the time.
I cannot hear the songs of love only a deadly chime.
I feel the comforting darkness and its gentle embrace.
It whispers of love from Gaia as I see her smiling face.
Dear child, do you see your fear of being alone in life?
Yes mother, to live like this only cuts my heart like a knife.
Fear not my lovely child I will remove this fear for all to see.
You and your beautiful soulful heart will be free.
They will know that you are not one with them.
In awe and wonder they see your new life begin.
Categories:
disparately, betrayal, dark, feelings, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
Patrilinear
monotheistically monopolistic
CAPITALists
calculate potential endurance
of terrifyingly terrific human consumer time
Left for anxiously anticipating rhymes,
reasons for seasons long trusted truths
ego-coloring beauty
captured by
and yet beyond spiritual inspirations
rewarding
redeeming
competitively cooperative nurturing nature.
Matriarchal poly-enthusiastic multi-
bio-culturalists
also account for cumulative synergy
expanding territorial dictatorial time
Rewinding awesomely awful sacred rhymes
distrusting mistrusted false tongues
electing hooded lies
Disparately dispirited
desperate starving backward future
rhyming reason seasons
of nutritional communion
Not inviting
yet tolerating,
Not accepting
yet equilaterally esteeming
estimating patriarchal monopolistic economies
within brighter lights of polycultural value
No longer worth
resonant ecowomanist trust
empowering spiraling truths
of beauty duty,
health of wealthy safety,
Enlightening spirts
of empowering social nature
Empowering CAPITAL invested research
enlightening Earth's most heavenly design.
Categories:
disparately, health, integrity, light, patriotic,
Form: Political Verse
From my perch in front of the TV
I give the night’s first shout
“Are you kids listening to me?
Please, turn your lights out!”
“I want some water.” “I have to pee.”
“I didn’t brush my teeth.”
I try so very disparately
To not let my anger seethe.
“You have been up there for over an hour,
What exactly have you been doing?”
The peaceful night starts to sour
The ogre inside is brewing.
“It’s past your bedtime, now get to sleep
And turn those lights out!”
I hear the little one start to weep
I’ll be going up there I have no doubt.
“It’s too hot.” “I’m afraid of the dark.”
“I cannot find my Teddy.”
I restrain my next remark
Going up there I am ready.
When silence finally does arise
I wonder if all is okay
I go up and find a sleeping surprise
Turning out lights along the way.
Categories:
disparately, father
Form: Quatrain