I go against the grain, this is the journey I’m in
I waited for reality… until I dreamed.
You’re now a memory, I bought you a cake,
I got lost in the past, and from there, I escaped.
I walked aimlessly, just for the faith
That through all the smoke, I’d see you again.
I kept your words, then tore them apart,
Today I embrace the wind, no longer your yesterday.
How many times I searched for your glance in the shadows,
Ignoring me… made me stronger,
It forced me to hide.
It was my fault, my strength broken,
Power is nothing without desire
Until I found the speed to feel okay.
I caught your gestures, your ways, your stride,
But the glow faded, it no longer knows how to shine.
And your smile… it begins to drown me,
Like a memory that refuses to let go.
I walked aimlessly, just for the faith
That through all the smoke, I’d see you again.
I kept your words, then tore them apart,
Today I embrace the wind, no longer your yesterday.
I put my heart on the line so many times,
I shared so much, I never felt the need to hide,
I viewed it as freedom to speak up and out,
I chose faith over fear more than anything else,
I watched fear debilitate and anxiety ridden,
Over cautious hearts believing it's wisdom to stay hidden,
All because they were scared of reactions and opinions,
They allowed their fears to dictate their decisions,
I didn't want to feel trapped by fears gruesome eyes,
I didn't want to live in bondage when I could see through the lies,
My heart ached to speak out, and stare fear in the face,
And vowed to God and myself ide never live that way,
And then of course, when you go against the grain,
You will always have some people who will say,
She shares too much, she's just seeking attention,
When they have no idea about her true intentions,
To care more, to free you too,
To break down feelings of fear so love will shine through.
it’s lonely standing outside the cage
with the left of centre attitude
as
the majority look upon
with disdain
whatever happened to freedom of expression?
the darkness casts no shadows
now that
the sold dream has morphed
into a nightmare
and
the path to dystopia
is starting to get worn
populism has become
democracies illusion
when opinions expressed
go against the grain
whatever happened to
freedom to free speech?
a muzzled voice can’t scream
so they just point
and silently laugh
at the different
but who is laughing?
behind the light the fork tongue speaks
through blinded eyes and closed ears
they perceive it to be true
the oils blackness has now seeped
the 21st century plague has eaten
the jelly brains now blindly follow
question not
when the alarm bell rings
they all stop to sing
its tune
and those standing left of centre
are looked upon with disdain
whatever happened to the right
of having a different opinion?
most are unusual some mundane ~ one logs in mostly to complain
most are encompassing some refrain ~ one writes rebukes sounding insane
most are sophisticated some quite plain ~ one adds nothing just distain
most are original some entertain ~ one seeds hatred, sounds in pain
most are orthodox some arcane ~ one solipsist rules their lone domain
most like contests some avoid fame ~ one says they’re meaninglessly inane
most are devout some go against the grain ~ one or two faves, all a game
By David Kavanagh
Let’s go against the grain, break the rules, and make forever possible again
A classic chic fashion without limits, we set the bar for relationship goals and plan on continuing to go far
What is better than comfort that holds you and is not just there for support
What is better than being in love with your partner in crime
Living the American dream trying to make a dime
I already have mine and could not be happier with everything that makes her you
Dimples in your cheeks I cannot not lie is one of my favorite attributes
Like teaching our son a good bow tie will always beat a good suit
p.s. yes we could dress up with fancy pants and shoes but why not dress up and wear our sneakers instead…
Never forsake the lineage in which we
originated from because
the ancestors are watching us
Their eyes are on the sparrow
anticipating us to soar into
our excellence
Wash ourselves in their royalty
while remembering they were
kings and queens long before
they became slaves and strange fruit
Society wants to wipe the slate clean of
our heritage by pruning the limbs
of our family trees
waiting in the shadows for the
opportunity to kill it at the root
We cannot allow someone else's antidote
poison us with amnesia that may
cause us to forget the power
of our inheritance
We are much stronger
than they care to know
We must use our pens to flex the
muscle of our minds
Granting permission to build strength
enabling us to balance the truth
on our shoulders
Lets stand our ground and never fold
claim our titles as griots
and let our stories be told
It's up to us to lose the fear
Use the ink in our veins to
to go against the grain of
the lies they expect us to swallow
and washed down with our pride
--LaLa
©4-3-2020
Mother May I
Go outside into the light
Shuttered windows and doors
I can not breath
Inside this house
The Sun light is on my mind
Flowers and trees and spring like weather
It should be boy meets girl on an open field
But I can not breath
Inside this house
Mother May I
Go against the grain and the law and take a walk in the park
And say hello to the crabgrass and burgeoning nascent of life
My detour from the box stores will be short
And I will keep my distance from the dark woods
Mother May I
Go to the top of the mountain and tell what I see
Mother May I
Go to the top of the mountain and tell what I see
That the promise land looks further away
That the dark woods are encroaching
That it is cold as hell outside
But I can not breath
Inside this house
No more
Life would be a whole lot better
If I weren’t such a fretter.
Yet, that’s just my worried way;
I guess it’s in my DNA.
I wish I could be less uptight
And trust all that will be all right
But worry worms its way inside
And somehow it gets magnified.
To let things slide, it’s very plain,
For me would go against the grain
So what I do, which I regret,
Is agonize and fret, fret, fret!
Started a blank canvas for people to stain,
Made to be perfect, sickeningly plain.
Somewhere I started taking my own train,
Trying to go against the grain.
But everything I do is always in vain,
Because they hold me like a chain.
I tried to start over and run from my pain.
Behind jokes and irony, nothing but strain.
Three weeks locked up for being insane,
And they still look down with disdain.
9/27/2019
For the "The Story of My Life in Ten Lines" Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
If dreams can die it's time to cry
If hopes of yore are now a lie
When concentrating hurts your brain
Your best-laid plans go down the drain
The dreaded judgment may be nigh
A flicker stirs, you soar up high
You try to go against the grain
Your muscles ache, you feel the strain
If dreams can die
The question on your lips is why
Your doc's the best that money buys
Why does he sing his old refrain
There is no cure for all your pain
You hang your head, emit a sigh
If dreams can die
(Iambic Tetrameter)
If I get up and go against the grain
taking the energy found in pain
consume to use on retraining my brain
going all out
crushing doubt
with ignorance
to grasp the chances
reclaim my existence
for all that it is
surging with resistance
recycling insistence
a rejection of depression,
where being active’s compressed
and suffering impressed
with stress inheritance ingest
squash it dead with pressure
until leisure out measures
and I've widen feathers
an endeavour
to no matter whatever never
be imprisoned to rot
to have risen with all given
as to give myself a life worth living
if I give all I give and leave nothing spare
sparring the enemy til the enemy not there
I will be forever a winner
with a legacy that'll never see
the enemy in me roam free
depression in a state of deceased
leaving me living with freedom and peace
Oh’ heart you are such a fragile thing, from you dancers dance and singers sing.
The painter paints their next masterpiece, with you in every stroke of the paintbrush or step, sudden movement in the dance routine.
You spark inspiration to pursue every ridiculous go against the grain aspirations hopes and dreams. Although you are the strongest muscle in the living body you are sensitive to pain, once you are broke how can you heal again? You are the root of all things that represent love and compassion. You are the fuel to where one can find their passion. Your language is a complex one because words are limited to what only emotions can say. You are the one who helps determine the tone of every day. If you are not feeling something than I’m not feeling something and the passion begins to fade. However once a connection is made the spark rekindles the fire deep inside to burn away to blaze a trail and follow whatever you are drawn to. Sometime in the form of I love you other times there may be the desire to do evil and corrupt things depending on the exposure. Once you are restored to your former state only you know the right time for everything and you are never late.
Lessons in life are not always easy to follow
Sometimes go against the grain, in pity we wallow
Then it all becomes clear
We get knocked on our rear
Hiding in plain sight, truth can be hard to swallow
Trying to let go but gravity won’t let me
This is just another excuse for my heart
Because I want your company even though it’s bad for me
Everyone seems to ask for just a little more and then question their own
questions
Constantly looking for trouble and sinking in life when trouble finds you
Like backwards is forward we all go against the grain
Messing up leaving the heart lame the question is always why
Well the answer is you
p.s. you need some of the bad to fight the parasite trying to kill you…
Fresco fringe
Inject happiness
With a serrated syringe
Tripped on a bottle
Falling down a bottomless binge
Far beyond the humanoid hinge
Everything went odd
In a pungent pinch
With all my strength
It still doesn't give an inch
Handsome haphazard
Snappy slum lord lizard
Alcoholic love fermenting
In an magical vineyard
I watch a display screen where
Reality is filtered, decay
And subliminal messages are whispered
And none of my questions are answered
Perhaps that is why I love to disobey
Go against the grain
Molding my own truth from clay
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