Amber were the rays of morning sun.
Slowly, it rose above dawn's horizon,
warming waves beneath cloudy skies.
Its gilded reflection rippled over the sea
and like flames, blazed its way to shore.
when they first spoke it
"grandmother" was a concern
like condemned buildings
badly weathered and painted
graffitied quite obscenely
Consider a world of night and day,
of near and far.
Where there is hot and cold
and wet and dry.
Consider nature which balances all;
between rough and smooth, and hard and soft,
between female and male,
between life and death.
Consider a society of two halves;
of black and white prejudice,
of a north south divide,
with politics of the right and politics of the left.
Consider its peoples, some good some bad,
who love and hate,
who laugh and cry,
where positive and negative sit side by side.
Consider personality that colours life,
being cruel or caring, selfish or generous,
being bold or timid,
being calm or volatile.
Consider your choice.
Is it yes or no, truth or lie?
Is it give or take, stop or go?
Just consider being considerate.
Stop ! Stop !
Relinquish me from
Your relentless nonsense
That keeps me drowning
In your ocean of confusion
You're fast, furious pace
Makes me feel lost in a crowd
Your phony front fools no one
But somehow you manage.....
At least so far you have
But someday you will annihilate yourself
That's why I think
I'll get off here
"If sadness had a face
A real face with lips and a tongue,
I would have had my first kiss.
Now life's gone living in a delusion that
After my demise someone would miss.
Ha!
In the end I'm just another loser,
No one worth remembering.
And what's the difference in remembrance?
What do you wanna be in the memories,
Be a good boy or a bad boy?
A crowd or just a special person,
What do you wanna see?
You can't have both
You can't be both
You can't be actually happy because
The largest crowd gathers around the loner;
And here I'm, the most pathetic one."
Electric pulse - it's sharpness
Biting....stinging
Gyrating forms become one
Changes in hue altering the mood
In the night time....
You feel the Sparks flight
Resurgence through motion....
Life's Genesis
One moment retained forever
The next quite by chance
Together.... But chaotic
Vision upon vision
They take their stance
To fly or run
Always, forever to dance
Documents of Croatian
Documents of Croatian
Foreign correction
In oils blemishing
So fine
The jealousy of time
In all worlds
Cannot stop us
As poverty
As crime
Time peaces us apart further
Than our refusals mimes
Hatred in poise
Taught nothing
In passing glance
Times rot
Beckons fascination
Tide swallowed our silver song oceans ago
on barefoot sand...I walk
...the sea swallowing
the trails I leave behind
Like a gyrating cobra
the leader's entourage
swayed back and forth
before him, behind him
on both sides ~
no one was charmed
Boos echo in the canyons of our ears
Jeers vibrate like cymbals
Performers mistake them to heart
Though they merely honor the primal urges
of raspy voices, of bellows-like lungs
And now our room
As torn as a windy gail
For yesterday and her moments
Unfurling a forelorn tale
What was an infinite vision
As paint chips and peels
Leaving a room of silent fortitude
Were once our laughs fulfilled
So silent rocking to and fro
I wander in a mind of greed
To have you once again my love
As each word I write bleeds
The Return
One woman’s return from a concentration camp
She came back
I saw her this morning
Sitting in the park
Did you speak to her?
I don’t talk to ghosts
Why is she here?
There’s nothing left
We made sure of that
They should all have disappeared in smoke
Every one of them
Well, she didn’t so what do we do?
I walk by and look at them
The two men who killed my father
Here I am a reminder
Of the past
Do you dream of us at night?
Hear our screams see the blood on the stones
Did you forget my father?
You made him wash the street
With our sacred books
And laughed when you saw his tears
Tell me about my sister
What happened when you took her?
Into your garden did she cry?
Better dying among the roses
Then like mother and my little brother
Going up in smoke
Did you smell them as they drifted away?
My heart is dead
I walk among shadows
And how can I ask them
To answer questions
When everyone knows shadows are silent
May we return to a congressional based observation of calendared appointment of statement in goals ordered by legislation avoiding obstruction of speech tonight?
May the state exist legally in budgeted measure of life's document as legislated from the Senate by end of next 48 hours in delegation of staff?
I am a push-over
a wren wanted to live in my hair
she is a small bird, so I agreed
there is a nest up there now with four eggs
I cannot shower or bend my head
Restaurants will not let me in
My husband has left me for another woman
Small inconveniences
A monkey asks if he can move into my green backpack
I do not use it in the summer, so I nod my head “yes”.
Because I do not want to sound selfish.
And he asked in a polite way.
He brought his friend, the crocodile, Freddy.
Freddy is lounging across the middle of my bed.
“He does not bite,” the monkey assures me.
My friends do not visit any more but they send me their laundry
Because I am a push-over.
I raise my voice in an ugly way
angering my family
the dog still loves me
I rant and storm about
kicking and throwing things
the dog licks my hand
I shriek, wail and whine
my family disappears
my dog puts his head in my lap, loving me no matter what
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