Poetry ...
the desperate
exercise
of the socially wracked
Feigning with
words
what their confidence
lacks
Imploring
the reader
to embrace
and befriend
One step
from the needle
the bullet
— the end
(Rereading Kerouac: November, 2025)
Do I look like someone who loves you
Remember where you came from
Might the ways of evolution spite us
Nothing his talents
The redimsion of a rebellious Person
Who was undermined and fooled
He who loves me is not worthy
Might the nights find us
Spoke the men who
Would find the worthy women
Who wanted them
Yet that which he had proposed is nothing
And the likes of loving
Is truffled by the situation
Of unwantedness
I stand on my position
That she wishes to be mine
The Sai ts of Valentino
Shall speak me as her lover
So here we go on e again
That once upon a time
Is sacred
To lovers who have faulted before
Lovers who have neglected there
Lovers duties
Or hast she been opeotice to others in script
To be rebellious against the ways of patriots
To be schemious until that now
She speaks you as her
In a meager of supply
But she is his
And should you ask yourself why
He is neither hers or his
That they seek remedy
The sickness of togetherness
Describes she and he
Chorest me might
I am whore
To speak him in prejudice
Might he explore
Speak me as his
As so he thinks
Speak me as his
To repeal the thinks
As I look back, I know when
we drifted
Though faulted with being
believed
Trust this, I emptied my soul
Holding will destroy your soul
Forgiving myself first, open
door to be free
Forgiving mom, allow healing
can't you see
You missed real love Mom
shared
Forgive is to heal , so life
enjoyed
What Happened
When will your excuses stop
Mom waited, you lost
I believe you like this life of
dark anger
I miss mom, we enjoyed life
What happened decades is unspeakable
Survivor I am, not unspeakable
Your emotions embarrass
mom
Sadly you couldn't enjoy mom
Treating everyone with cold attitude is lonely life
Thanks for the lesson, my peace always win fight
Sisters are supposed to secure generation
Loosing parents, and siblings build new foundation
You and I can't fulfill these dreams
My heart has finally healed a past pain
I will plant new beginning with amazing mom
Life is a gift to love, grateful, share, teaching not chop up
I'm not perfect, but I gaining my inner faith, hope, and love with kindness From God
Wish you well Sister
As I look back, I know when
we drifted
Though faulted with being
believed
Trust this, I emptied my soul
Holding will destroy your soul
Forgiving myself first, open
door to be free
Forgiving mom, allow healing
can't you see
You missed real love Mom
shared
Forgive is to heal , so life
enjoyed
What Happened
When will your excuses stop
Mom waited, you lost
I believe you like this life of
dark anger
I miss mom, we enjoyed life
What happened decades is unspeakable
Survivor I am, not unspeakable
Your emotions embarrass
mom
Sadly you couldn't enjoy mom
Treating everyone with cold attitude is lonely life
Thanks for the lesson, my peace always win fight
Sisters are supposed to secure generation
Loosing parents, and siblings build new foundation
You and I can't fulfill these dreams
My heart has finally healed a past pain
I will plant new beginning with amazing mom
Life is a gift to love, grateful, share, teaching not chop up
I'm not perfect, but I gaining my inner faith, hope, and love with kindness From God
Wish you well Sister
As I look back, I know when
we drifted
Though faulted with being
believed
Trust this, I emptied my soul
Holding will destroy your soul
Forgiving myself first, open
door to be free
Forgiving mom, allow healing
can't you see
You missed real love Mom
shared
Forgive is to heal , so life
enjoyed
What Happened
When will your excuses stop
Mom waited, you lost
I believe you like this life of
dark anger
I miss mom, we enjoyed life
What happened decades is unspeakable
Survivor I am, not unspeakable
Your emotions embarrass
mom
Sadly you couldn't enjoy mom
I am blessed to have many skills but navigation isn't one of them! But, I do learn a bit more every time I get lost somewhere.
Navigation is important. If we don't know where we are, we can't find our way back to safety or know if the new horizon is the correct path for our souls.
Good luck to us all as we navigate our lives.
Every detour is a reminder
By Michelle Morris
31/07/2024
I've travelled so many winding roads
Some have been lanes; some have been highways
But every single one has taught me something
About how important it is to navigate our landscape
Nothing is wasted effort
Even if we as humans think it so
Every detour is a reminder
To stay calm and focussed under pressure
As we navigate our lives
It's important to be clear on where we are
Where we want to be
And if we should be following a specific arc
There's safety in places that we know
And the horizon is often daunting
But if we're clear on our soul's purpose
Our journey will not be faulted
So, focus on your soul's calling
Focus on your intuition and guidance
And as you stumble and glide and shimmy
May you remain forever excited
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Because of myself, I am not myself.
I have broken down, limb by limb every branch in my tree.
They plead against me now.
Why isn't he being himself?
What love has one had, in which hasn't been given?
Did I run to far from the church bells?
I stand in front of the mirror, demanding love for myself.
Have my loved ones faulted me?
Did I not grow to be a knight?
Was my sword too dull for the wicked?
My strength has drawn to a slumber.
I could drink myself into a stooper… what good would that leave me?
Have I left myself ?
Where did I go?
I should have reminded myself that I was needed.
I guess I'll find myself one day.
I hope it's before old age finds me.
Aberration in Blue
Floyd with a cleaner heart
Whiter than the man in blue.
Though so white, yet inhuman
Painted with an outside view.
He was not faulted wrong
Yet, died for his pure innocence
Floyd and the white guy
Both died with a difference.
Floyd’s plea was heard not loud
The white guy was so deaf
Floyd cried out to his mum
His family left bereft.
The white guy had no human heart
Made of stone or clay
Abused his uniform of blue,
Credentials lost that day.
Tasting loss of leaves before the Dagar winds
Its tracks of his mean cuts through her heart and trees
could somehow bar twice his ice before it rends
and strips her bare till she falls unto her knees
She would find the strength that willingly defends
his faulted love that comes and goes but never frees
If not his deepest empathy, Mine and thine
to mend her broken branches, we must entwine!
Mother Nature, Athena and Mother Earth
Apply wisdom and beauty to life
they're icons whose bounty has infinite worth
offering sustenance throughout strife
Mother Mary grants us mercy and love
Our flag; long may she wave
Venus, the love god, shines above
Amazon women; so strong and brave
Accolades for such women never cease
Their value cannot be denied
Noble women of love, courage and peace
who we admire and in whom we confide
But women who aren't symbols, myths or gods
are never so grandly exalted
they may have value no one ever lauds
But for our original sin are faulted
This tribute is to women, here on earth
Thank you for your guidance and love
And for providing the gift of birth
we bow down to hearts exalted
helping souls to be uplifted
that we may rise, become as He
there are no others; all is we
all are one; none may be faulted
21-July-2021
Cautious adjudication, the gravitas of soft-spoken word.
Your legendary legacy, illustrious and exalted.
Advocate for gender justice, legal insights not always heard.
Yet, your jurisprudence was seldom persuasively faulted.
Few men invite state regulation of their sex organs.
Yet, many insist the state can control a woman’s body.
You, the bulwark against unconstitutional legal actions,
against state laws of men, pious and haughty.
Now you have departed, and we gaze upon the cavity.
Now we dread what might be used to fill the void.
The precedents of your life, our guidance against depravity.
Your advocacy for equality must be our natural law employed.
they sat and watched them
thousands upon thousands
sum spoke that it was a thousand
60 times over.
one man would take a position
to have the other become opposistion to him
they would wrest until
the other wqs in the position of
peniel.
that he would submitt
and he who saw fit to understand
would say that one of opposition
has fallin and his new position causes him
to fault. then that he has faulted, a question from a manuaver of submission
ask him if he wish to continue in bout.
or he has been subdueded to have his shoulders held for conseutive amount of time as three seconds is represented by
an offecail slap of the canvas three times.
Peniel, Peniel, Peniel they chanted from the fan area, might
these chants inspire those they wish to win.
or might they anger those they wish to lose.
or might they support the effords of those who are in opposition of them.
those that give way to the wants of something collabrated and made to be.
Pain and fire; you understand?
No! I do not understand myself!
And what have I done?
O God - what have I -
I don't want the answer but I cannot run
What's broken then? Can circumstance really be faulted?
Or has the apple rotted right down to the core?
Nothing left but to perish in its own toxic flesh.
Yet ... if once pure then corrupt, could it not then be true?
That I could be refashioned for good all anew?
31 July 2019
Sinking thoughts
Pulled by the weight of their emanation
Dragged and dusted, faulted and busted by determination!
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