I’m feeling childish today.
I’ve got my pink socks ankle high.
I’m wearing platform boots to add an inch of height.
My belt sparkles when in contact with a ray of light.
I just set up my camera, everyone, watch me shine.
I’d play music and dance in the rain at night.
It’s a beautiful distraction from the lows of life.
I met a girl today, she said hi and smiled.
I’ll remember it when it’s time to sit and cry.
It’s sundown again, and the darkness creeps in.
No rain today, so I put on shades.
Can’t let anyone see the red in my eyes.
The music will carry me through — when I listen, time flies.
I’m not secure enough to open up to people.
I usually wait it out, till the feeling is neutral,
till it’s grey lights and auditory exclusions,
till it’s headaches, numbness, and seclusion.
I can’t remember what a heartbeat feels like.
I can’t remember what I want to feel like.
Once a while, when I’m feeling childish,
I act out emotions, like a ‘print and publish.’
Little Echoes spreading 1
Behind the gilded gates where history sleeps,
Huge ancient institution secrets keeps.
Yet modern spotlights pierce the palace shade,
To question how its wealth and power were made
Bound to the empires of an older age,
And written on the slave trade's darkest page.
The whispers spoke of skin and unborn heirs,
A shadow cast upon the golden stairs,
ink in Dutch translations sparked the flame,
And public voices rose to shield a name.
Then questions asked of origins and birth,
Denied a British citizen her worth.
The tabloids spun their headlines day by day,
As ancient structures blocked the modern way.
From old exemptions hidden in the past,
To broad exclusions never meant to last,
The crown still wrestles with the words it spoke,
And changes stirring in the winds that woke.
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Related Work
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A blessing for the entire world…a blessing for every day
whatever God you pray to…if you choose to pray
Or whatever your spiritual predilection or perception…
May that entity accept, love and bless the entire world
With no exclusions…no exceptions.
And while blessing everyone in the places where they dwell
Will that entity allow everyone to love who they love as well.
Whatever God you pray to (if you choose to pray)
whatever is your religious perception…
may that god bless everyone and everything in this world
with no exclusions….
and no exceptions
Whatever entity or God we pray to
whatever is our spiritual perception
May that entity or God teach us to love the entire world
Everything and everybody in it
With no exclusions…no exceptions.
Sittin’ here just getting’ high-
Sharing stories between us guys
Am I dreaming sweetly or in a nightmare?
Does it matter?
Do I care?
I don’t need redemption or anything else-
I just want to learn to love myself!
Escaping reality & conquering fears
have dulled some neuroses over the years
so much to give...so much to feel
No more eluding, I’m choosing to heal!
Come take a trip with me to a place we’ve never been
where we’ll create a world of holiness mixed with sin
Love and Hate, Peace and War – they all will be a part-
No exclusions or divisions is how it all will start
We’ll be crazily informed with our freedoms all intact
The government can kiss my ass-
There’ll be nothing that we lack!
It’s there for the taking so don’t be confused-
Join me on my journey, to hell with being abused!
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I don’t need redemption or anything else-
I just want to learn to love myself!
so much to give...so much to feel
No more eluding, I’m choosing to heal!
Kim Hilliker, 9/18/21
Jumping to conclusions
Reinforces your illusions
That the way things are
Are how they shouldn’t be.
To avoid any confusions
Or suspicions of delusions
Some investigation
Seems to be the key.
Then you’ll find, to the exclusions
Of some paranoid collusions,
That the things you thought
Are not exactly true…
So be sure that such inclusions
Happen fast before seclusions
Are the punishments
That wait in store for you.
from "To My Wife":
So love by love we come at last,
As through the exclusions of a rhyme,
Or the exactions of a past,
To the simplicity of time,
The antiquity of grace, where yet
We live in terror and delight
With love as quiet as regret
And love like anger in the night.
----- J. V. Cunningham
We meet infrequently --
sometimes every other week --
because we have in common
a curious thing: we write.
But, more than that, we think.
We feel; we do not judge
for condemnation, but
as a process of selection.
We speak as though
we understand that flash
of insight that can end
our speech in sudden chill
and labored breath --
a sporadic thrill we value
for its rarity when seeing,
or producing, something worthy
but not wordy.
Peering in the windows,
Of those lives I barely see,
Except when tokens are procured,
For rides, intermittently,
They look at me, I look back,
Nothing severed or taken,
My pith, unimpaired,
And by them, unmistaken,
Do they think that my life,
Should be transformed to theirs,
With foreign exclusions,
And tainted, quaint stares,
Their subtle indifference,
No case dares to appeal,
Embodies the essence,
Of a world they call real,
So they ask with green eyes,
Should I now switch with you,
Would that make my self-worth,
Somehow, progressively true,
I glance, to respond,
That neither is needed,
Because as tolerance failed,
Manipulation succeeded,
We both yearn to validate,
Our courses of being,
Amidst choices of learning,
And preferred ways of seeing,
For now, the windows are closed,
The Santa Anas, they're blowing,
And those lives which premiered,
Have no interest in showing,
We will then pause to wonder,
If the sill might be locked,
Therefore sealed from exposure,
And no chance to be mocked.
(12/30/01)
Her tiny hand in mine.
So precious, so innocent, so true.
Sacrifices I make – by choice or force….but ultimately for her sake.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh.
Loneliness, exclusions – mine to embrace.
To face, to accept.
With patience – I’ll learn to fly.
Again.
Break free of broken promises.
Take off the too big shoes.
Smile at adversity – win.
If only, in the end, to lose.
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