My Grandmère and I have long, gossipy conversations,
where we fall into our own chatty, slumber party rhythms.
She’s met or knows everyone important, and people tell her things.
They DM her or whisper secrets of lives ordered but loveless,
of careers choked by excesses and indiscretions.
She gets stealthy, leaked business reports of purported fortunes gambled and lost or of innocence wasted in bittersweet embrace - delicious, tangled narratives that expose the gaps between facades and realities that can’t be purchased.
Sometimes we pop popcorn on our private ends of the Atlantic
watch Netflix, share secrets and laugh conspiratorially.
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Songs for this:
Us by Regina Spektor
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome,
bursts on the edges of the atmosphere.
Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones,
fore a chance never truly appears.
A velleity is made at her shooting tomb,
deities will not honor this wish I fear.
Her diary, her historical tome,
inferno makes disappear.
She was never here.
Heart and spear
Arrow flange
Beak tip
Cupid
Supernova shot in the dark
Earth holds its breath
Lost a work of art
Flames it reigns
Pyre it rains
Sapphire jejune illustration lives onyx mockery
unsullied
by preconceptions
or prejudice
of atmospherics
again
&
again
vibrant
wrought
shimmering
motifs
made manifold
in reflections
with
fleeting moods
on passing
phenomena
Costumes we wear
Tell but a small tidbit
Of our story
Facial masks
Easily masquerading
Keeping our facade to ourselves
Enthusiasm however cannot be hidden
Generates optimism, inspires hope
To those who are ready to take off their masks and live
As your heart breaks
fake facades crumble into dust;
but you’re ready to forgive past mistakes
and reestablish trust.
(Rhyme)
06,10,2019
"Ready To Forgive"
Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Contest Judged: 6/24/2019
Artifice-cultivation
Cracking pitches, up at bat
Impactful, this journey to fame
Reacting, claims to my own name
Control, my poison cup
So let go as follows
untying the knot
Wading through crystal water
Unearthed root systems
Free, complete
When men become idols
For coaching winning teams,
We shroud them in cloaks of integrity
Or so, at times, it seems
We erect facades of honor
Feeling that they can do no wrong
And they start to believe in this themselves
When the idolization goes on too long
When the facades start to crack
As facades are apt to do
We are shocked when their mortality
Through the cloak starts to shine through
Worshippers will stoop to any means
To get their hero off the hook
Making out the idol as the victim
While the real victims get overlooked
And those who deserve our sympathy
Continue to suffer in their private hell
Being made to feel like blasphemers
For the story they tried to tell
Masques, ruses, and facades
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Be careful don't be fooled by smiles and facades
Of false interest and concern
The deepest wounds inflicted are by those most beloved
It's truly no way to live, too many place themselves beyond it
The brutality and betrayal of those centered in themselves
A daily shedding of blood and fleeing of souls
They were once beautiful, now lost
While darkened hearts revel in ill gained materialism
At the cost of priceless forgotten treasure
The word is so ugly, suicide
Misleading to those who are gone
And even more so to others soon to follow
Though possibly by their own hands,
Sincerely not by choice
They surrendered not willingly, look at your hands
See the blood, no one jumped, all were pushed
Never will there be Heaven on this Earth
For far too many are living in Hell
I miss you all, spirits of the light
And for thee I shed this tear.
Some may say it is a facade,
a wall against reality,
away from disdainful eyes,
that are my judge and jury.
Is it hiding from myself
or concealing my shame?
Are the oaths fake
when we both know?
Nothing can deny the guilt
or the pain of being me,
it wasn't a choice I could make
it's was a fact given me.
In the battle for equal rites
no one gave a solution
how to change her opinion
and gain mother's approval.
Oh what superficial facades we build
So featureless in this menagerie filled
Oppressing humanitarians and the like
Hysterically mocking honesty divine
Brutally molesting innocence in kind
Blindly we follow fools gold
Materials we tower and uphold
Savagely flouting righteousness athrust
Unappreciating sincerities must
And pouncing on words so true
What unhappiness we must imbue
Alas I slowly bid morals adieu
Shedding all values true
Realising the world anew
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