You are my sugar; lemon tastes bitter
But it smells sweet in sight; filming it bright
You gift me Your life in exchange for laugh
Your agony brings me fullness of joy
What sacrifice makes other things right
The one remembered; hearts embitter
Suffering so much than anyone on my behalf
Not even my girl unless I am made a playboy
Mother's day is going well right now
But if she can do such, I wonder how?
When life but world turns upside down
Won't denial come in joyful frown
But He is a true friend that never leave
Not even in time of sorrow, hope don't believe
The wonder in His grace dating love forever
Just that we prefer to be that clever
And if per chance, we got it made
To view wisdom's measure is our aid
Do forgive us and never give lemon
To let us see in wisdom, true demon
Across my street with sidewalks
shaded by fluttering oak trees,
there's a gardener with the army cap...
while rascals laugh and play nasty rap;
how well tends to his garden without weeds,
how glad he is when neighbors clap,
and he works serenely in this noiseless haven!
Then, Sterlings with colorful wings swap down
to steal his lavenders, he chases them away
with a voice that frightens playful squirrels:
" Leave them alone, let the buzzing bees
turn their mild nectar into sweet honey! "
In the middle of April he wears old camouflaged shorts,
he's amused by a passerby who flashes admiring looks;
" Good morning, Pete: your garden is too pretty! "
" Thank you, John: it makes me proud and happy! "
Each charming flower in his garden has a beauty of its own,
"Ah, youth is a beautiful flower but withers with time! "
He exclaims shedding tears that sunlight makes sparkle,
he has lived a full life and his adventurous days darkle,
and finding something to do boosts his esteem, he feels fine;
do regrets ever embitter him remembering his wife Sharon?
Flickering like candles in the slightest breeze,
Raw with emotion, they are seen so easily worn on sleeves.
Asunder they may break, so
Gentle you must be! Gossamer
Is the flimsy sweater of protection that they wear.
Laugh or look too hard at them, and you are liable to
Embarrass or perhaps even to embitter them.
Heed my advice:
Exercise restraint. Their souls
Already are exposed and must be assuaged.
Refrain from ridiculing them, for
They already suffer from self-consciousness.
Sweeten your words instead. Strengthen and support fragile hearts.
Written Oct. 23, 2016
Fitting in isn't like me at all
Faking hand gestures
School girl laughs
Fragranced by the imortality of high school dreams
Sometimes life handed me a wilted flower
Made me nurse it back to health with impossibility
I just watched it die
Like, have you ever seen a plane you knew was gonna crash
But you still stood and witnessed the tragedy
It's not as if we could save the passengers
Yet we could have radioed for help
Puzzled like jig-saw,
A missing piece of contemptness
Solidarity, of the heart but where is it?
Snatched out held in the open,
Thumping like a drum
Ceremonial initiating womanhood
But that would be in a tribe
Like I said before, fitting in isn't like me
That would force my personality to conform
To that of a crowd, or that of a lie
The heartbreak would forgive God's fire darkly
Suicidally they shatter her heart: I am spiritual
Darkly destroy my all too dark wings
Your conscious chains would rise up against our mind rhythmically
So mystically you remember that fire: I am unique
Together disguise his all too ancient screams
Deliberately understand someone's timeless war
And that unconscious venom should hurt the scar
Although trap this hurt wound
And this ironic jealousy would disguise his revenge to the end
The world's hatred...
Cry for your sky
This jealousy would analyse the world's heartbreak
Hideously they relish the world's suffering, for you are boundless
Someone else's angelic sky will adore our song
So the world's song will embitter the world's truth
not far was thee from my thoughts
a reminder that you have gone
a longing to touch and feel you
remembering a time when the sun shone
so do you feel this pain too
consuming my body and soul
like soft dew dripping down a flower
oh how my tears taste so sour
for I do not cross your thoughts
as you do cross mine
what a pathetic fool I am
allowing this pain to embitter my soul
an to eventually consume me whole
Insult the sun and embitter the world
as you live for the day's demise.
A current of crumpled up silver wishes
passed you in the rising tide.
Once in your hollow attractive youth
the world was fooled for a moment.
It dealt you the card of jokerly depth
and looked past your stream to a torrent.
I want for compassion's attendance
to this sad little state of affairs
but all I can muster at your lack of lack luster
is quietly averting my stares.
You pinprick me in the wrong places
and voice things which cut to the quick.
You'll take on the sun and yet see me and run.
I'll never know what makes you tick.
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