We warmed the bench with cold stares,
holding onto yesterday’s glass of champagne.
A boy cried somewhere,
loosening his grip on a balloon
that slipped into a sky that never looks back.
Should I pity a crying child,
or an adult swallowing storms in silence?
“I should go,” she said, and
I found my hand reaching for hers,
like a child clinging to his mother
as she nears the grocery counter too soon,
hoping time would stall,
hoping something small could still be saved.
But some things are no-brainers,
inevitable as gravity,
the balloon has flown,
belonging now to no one,
or maybe to everything but us.
The child stopped crying
when his mother placed a bar of chocolate
into his waiting hands.
And I envied him,
because how does a child receive sweetness after sorrow,
while an adult is handed a weapon
and told to be brave instead of held?
No chocolate, no comfort,
just something sharp enough
to silence the trembling.
I guess that’s why
I stand where I stand,
not as someone to be soothed,
but as someone to be used.
I guess
I really am
His favorite soldier.
calm… tranquility
peace of mind…
worry’s for others
your timepiece buried
in the sands of the seashore
no rush, my brothers
I opened the door and a tree stood in front of me
And energy of unknown source came over me
Then all of a sudden, a radiant light appears in the tree
And the dragon emerges from the sea
The light I have never seen before, lit up the trees
And the heavens spread its glory all over me.
Go to the shores and unravel the mystery of the sea
For nature is speaking to thee.
All the people who are gone
All the ones who learned to fly
They all flew on passed the sun
They all were too young to say good-bye
All the people that have died
All the people that passed the moon
We all try to wonder why
Why all these people have died too soon
Were there lives just meant to end
All the people who have gone away
Why isn't it us instead of them
Was it just meant to be that way
All the people that we loved
All the people that we knew
They were all too young to have to die
When they said good-bye to me and you
Some were family, some were friends
Why did they have to pass so soon
Why'd they have to pass the sun
And why'd they have to pass the moon
All the people who are gone
May they rest in peace where they lie
All the people that have passed
They were all too young to have to die
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
Societies Haves, Have Nots
We all have something we hold close.
A memory, a fear, a dream we don't say
Tumultuous. A clearly audible and we all
have not adequate time to fix everything we
Wish we could. We have enjoyable days that
Lift us up. We have not the affirmation they'll
Linger.
But we keep shifting because pausing never
Anything preferable.
We have people who loves us, even if we
Not recollect to notice. We have not the
Faultless words to explain what hurts inside.
We have brawn we didn't know we had until
Life constrained us too far. We have not the
High living of choosing every confrontation we
Face.
We have hope, even when it's miniature.
We have not the map for what's in-store
But we walk regardless because that's what
Humans do.
Man, little time you have to mend your ways,
With but a handful of surviving genes;
Say bye to blinkered lazy hollow days,
And ponder wither your dark fortune leans.
Repent before the final curtains fall,
To dump your pride where ancient names are inked;
In Nature’s scheme you play no crucial role,
Act now, before your lineage goes extinct.
Beware, from Y to why is but a stride,
From gendered pride to absolute decay,
The final lap has left you cast aside,
O act before she sweeps you clean away!
If not a red, she shows an orange sign;
O twiddle not and cross the final line.
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Sonnets | 01.07.09 | destiny/fate, men, nature, Sonnet
Note: The Y chromosome (the determinant of male sex) made up of 1400 genes originally has now been reduced to only 45 (mere three percent) and is still depleting as per research. In the next five million years the male sex might be defunct and dead as dodo. But as one can well guess, man would still think, ah five million years, plenty of time to twiddle still!
I have nothing, I lose
The biography of a nameless her.
I dream, sharing your dream together,
But upon waking, that memory fades.
I have nothing, I lose
The footsteps of a nameless her.
The birthdays, I lose
of a distant future's daughter and son.
The distance between light?
One need not count
stars, nor measure a rocket flight --
If one on another, far out there,
gazing back a thing would not be brighter
down here.
In every dark, a flicker of light --
Why I advocate dreams….
I have known courage
And it has not wept
And it has not slept
It dwindles in the night
When it is all dark
And pretends to shield when day breaks
I have known courage
And it has scars
Its crimson drops
Ageing soul and peace seeking
I have know courage
It has sought death
And resurrected on hope
I have known courage
It has left me beaten
Bandaged me in healing
I have known courage
It almost took my soul
And when I thought I didn't have anything left
It let the light trickle in
I have known courage
If you are lost
look no further
Trust in yourself
and know that
it's important
for you
to remember
To try your best
and never give up
Try to be the person
you needed to be
when you were
younger and afraid
Of the things
that cannot
hurt you anymore
now that you are
much stronger,
wiser, and braver.
For every step
you take forward
There is someone
younger who sees
you and might
someday aspire
to be just like you
Because in their eyes
you somehow
became their hero.
They have zero charisma
Republicans give off no sparks
Richard Nixon, so woeful wooden
He was carved from Noah’s Ark
Ike and Mamie, a pair so excruciatingly dull
They spelled ‘live action’ – L U L L
And next to JFK’s wife, Jacqeline
Mamie was a dime-store mannequin
Fess up, GOP, you’re a party of Mitch McConnells
Liven up, like that Democrat clown ~ Ronald McDonald
my daughter has noticed this
like the most editorially vexed volume
and its observations
and there's a knock on the door,
and there's a man in the park playing the erhu on
a bench by the pond
the pond of dreams and small morsels of bread for the mallards
the waiting, the twisted heart,
the nausea and difficulty concentrating
i approach the man playing the erhu
he doesn't speak english
i speak mandarin to him
and as we part,
i laugh in the same way my father always does
distinct, undivided, wholehearted.
After everything,
I just hope I’m not one of your regrets.
But you should have known
we weren’t going anywhere.
You should have known we were doomed
when your replies slowed
and my heart grew loud.
You should have known we wouldn’t last
when I smiled less
and pretended more.
You should have known it was ending
when I stopped asking why —
Because silence is louder than questions.
You should have known it was over
when we started borrowing happiness
from strangers.
You should have known we were beyond saving
when temptation no longer tasted like guilt.
You should have known we were finished
when my name burned on your tongue
and yours stopped feeling like home in mine.
You should have known
when I flinched from your touch
and didn’t reach back.
You should have known it was over
when you planned a future
that didn’t sound like us —
and I imagined one without you.
You should have known.
And I should have known
that silence doesn’t save love.
I tried.
You tried.
We tried.
But we cannot cross an ocean
on a bridge
that was never built for two.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ I should have loved you ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
Blocked out by: Sara Kendrick
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ I should have loved you ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ given in earnest ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ lifted honest eyes for you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ caught your hand ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ all my pretty follies flung aside
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ and beneath your gaze,
Naked ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ been to you, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ remained,
¦¦¦ one more waking ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dream,
Cherish ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ stakes I gained,
¦¦¦ walk your memory’s halls, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ supreme,
A ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ girl you knew
Who ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ loved you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
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