Your words were soft, almost holy.
You held me until the static in my mind went quiet,
and for a moment, I floated
on a perfectly still ocean.
Then came your warning: Behave.
A cold hand pulling the curtain back on the act.
Was it all a performance?
Now the quiet feels like a trap,
and I am walking blindly,
waiting for the floor to drop beneath me.
Are you trying to rot my conscience from within?
To build an armor around me,
only to strip it away
once you’ve bent me to your hidden design?
Stop playing games with my shadow.
I am tired of dying in installments,
of being eroded piece by piece.
If you are going to strike, do it now—
drive the blade deep
and leave me completely broken or completely free.
Hello, my dear Margarita.
Trust me, sweet muy bonita.
Indeed, lovely Ms. Lillico -
my dear Margarita, hello!
One moment of your precious time -
I'll sell so cheap, it is a crime.
Won't you allow me to come in?
I'll sell so cheap it is a sin!
Thank you, I'll just unpack my case.
Oh, this low price is a disgrace
for something that's sure to delight
when you read on a sultry night.
Count them like petals of a rose
(and I'll throw in free pantyhose).
On installments, it's billable,
a pittance for each syllable.
I don’t recognize this container I’m in.
Where did it come from and when?
It happened overnight, I thought I had time.
I thought I had braced myself for this inevitable transition.
But when the obvious became real
I was still caught off guard
Not willing now to sanction this transmutation.
It’s frustrating being forced to accept these changes.
I never agreed, show me where and when I signed up for it!
My mind tricked me.
The way I think is childlike and silly.
But the other day I went to scratch my head, and what I saw on my arms,
Made me feel scammed and caused me dread!
The fish scale, wrinkles and hanging muscles.
These can’t be my arms they’re my grandmothers.
I looked closer at this organism
And was astonished to find so many areas falling behind.
Where are the protocols in place to prevent this?
Where are the protocolist, The manufacturers warranties,
And general implements and installments.
I paid in all my life
And this is the assurance my insurance gives me.
Damn, I wish I would have read the small print.
Oval day broke and hunger looking for $5 meal
Walk into the discount store. Food fossils line the shelves, with beverages stacked in dusty years and bread petrified with mold, hard for two weeks. Jesus sings to shoppers from the boombox. Nero mocks Biden for losing to Caesar. They ban weed and *********** but hand kids assault weapons for school shootings. Broadcasts sold in installments to poor folks play on countryside AM like Roosevelt’s nightly chats. Jesus is a friend, but compassion ain’t rent. Social Security and EBT rolled cigarettes . Get a job, hit the streets, and hear jail anthems for the broken. Jesus’ blood drips, Buddha weeps, and they spit on my poppy’s grave. Rome is for Romans, commandments nailed for Judas, and the American dream turns to apostasy. The Samaritan’s gas tank runs dry. Billionaires make their riches from fraud, while Protestant TV preachers fleece the flock. The revolution flickers on the tube. Why is God love, Jack?
At the end of my world
when my soul left my body.
It's the end for my admirers
then I become nobody.
My grave stands alone
in the dark, in the wind.
I will disappear like smoke
any sign no one is able to find.
All memories of my life
everything I did will fade.
My presence will vanish
like sun in the evening shade.
My name may still be used
With all my unfulfilled dreams.
No matter how good or bad I am
My life ended with a scream.
My gratitude to my associate
I love your time my proponents.
My end is only for me but for you
I will be last in installments.
When I take my last breath
I will remember our bliss.
With a mournful state of mind
I entered into the dark abyss.
In the end with nature reclamation
I will embrace with in the earth.
With this I will be alone and
remain silent from now in my path.
I can feel the trauma in heart
and the fear encased me now.
I hope you all find a reason
to remember me somehow.
All my love, pain, desire will flee
and I will withdraw my presence.
With the conclusion of the story
in the end I register my absence.
The brook babbles
and rambles
over the rocks,
tumbling down
past the cabin
among the trees
at the foot
of the protecting mountain. Under the watchful eye
of deer
and bear
and chipmunk.
In the intimacy of bedroom
the first desperate cry
of the newborn rises.
Searching with foggy eye exclaiming existence
pondering purpose.
Unaware
the gift of life
paid for
by the giftee
in moment installments.
In far flung decades
returning to birthplace
facing the final portal.
Paul wants to his debts pay by installments
Red-eyed Mark holds not back raw sentiments.
“The cash you plan to release me piecemeal
I could lavish in some delicious meal,
Kitchens crossing their doors to food feel
And pubs parting their curtains to thirst heal:
Now, Red-Hot Mark not sure of starting deals
Nor big transactions providing fast wheels.
Next, a Paul begging lender use of his brain
And brotherly saving of deserved pain…
“You know installments can’t drive a bargain
Which no strength saps while it assures gain!”
“Yes, but I know Little does help The Big
And one less lucky with hair tries The Wig”
When creditor and debtor converse
Check it: one wants to a few things reverse.
We borrow
From the banks
Money,once
To repay in installments
We borrow
From air banks
Our breath
In installments
To repay once
Grow more and more trees
To repay borrowings once
The Phenomena of Silent Companionship
David J Walker
Only the low electronic voices
That run the house that
Blink in blues and greens
Can be heard
Can be seen in
The dark
Can be comfort in their
Private conversations
Talking about me
Never speaking to me
Unless addressed for
Necessary maintenance
I am the master
Free
But only within their
Borders
My Powers are paid for
In monthly
Installments
The high price for
The phenomena of
Silent companionship
To assess knowledge in me
That My mom installed
Not devise found at all
Even in small installments to repay
She is that old
You don't owe me anything---
not installments of lost time,
not a diamond ring.
We take our chances
on romance. Is
unrequited love a crime?
1-1-2020
"I'M JUST..."
sitting in this parking lot
trying to get lines down into
that one great poem,
I see everyone's struggle.
it seems easiest for me.
acceptance is the key to
that lock.
if the ones that saved you
after the ones that destroyed
you aren't around,
what else can happen that
matters?
I got back from Los Angeles
after having to empty all that
will keep me from loving her.
the city always heals my
wounds.
I called the light company
and got an installments plan.
I'm waiting for payday to
eat and just now, I've laid
naked on cool sheets.
I'm hoping for rain but I'm
just hoping.
I live my life under these
city lights and wonder what the
cover of my first book will
look like.
days are passing and there
has yet to be a woman I won't
worry about.
there has yet to be a woman
that needs only me.
by 10 a.m. after this graveyard,
I'll be awake and naked, waiting
for my first book of poetry
to arrive.
by: Chicano Eddie
9.13.19
Lay away.
I had never heard the term
Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade.
We had both fallen in love with a purse with large ugly brown beads attached to the side.
Hers was blonde, mine was orange.
I lamented I could not have it.
Lay a way, she chanted. Lay a way! Lay a way!
I had never heard of it.
This is where you put three dollars down,
The only three dollars you have,
Your babysitting money that used to come hard back then, when
We babysat a family of six for twenty-five cents an hour.
And you have to come back to the store and pay the rest of the money in installments
Until you are finally finished plunking down the whole twelve dollars.
Her mother had taught her,
And she taught me.
It nearly worried me to death.
Scared I would never get the rest of the money to them.
Knowing not only would the purse not be mine
But that if I could not scrounge up the
Rest of the cash, I just lost twelve hours
Worth of babysitting six children.
Foregone is my freedom
My future and it's conclusion
My most detached relationship
To myself now subject
To scathing privately
In installments with you.
Now I confided
“He tends a garden”
How was I to express
Without existential anguish
This irrational leap of faith?
Subjugated or subsidized
It bankrupted my reason
So far-gone was my longing
I was invited to a task.
My lesson was to refute life.
Something I had
Already accomplished.
So I confided.
“He tends a flower”
Half-witless or absent minded
I felt no connection
To your thankless doctrines
And I waited patiently at the end
Of whatever road I had taken
For my choice attendant.
And I confided
“He tends to Petunia”
Overabundance of Books in Market
****************************
"On the turn,
I've found
an overabundance of books
in the market !
I've heard .......
There characters are being sold -
in some relations,
in some selected installments. ........
Some has filled with reasons.
Some has filled with superstitions.
Some has guided the paths.
Some are seeking the ways.
Some has for equations.
Some has for clarification.
Powerless words on paper
are moaning in acute torture.
Wound of such scratch
that are not coming on tongue.
Some are stumbling
due to anomalies of characters.
Some are shrinking & blushing
as they're too scared with spellings.
As if, buried in the pages,
worn saree of bookbinding.
The middleman is recovered
the desired auctioned amount.
It's the worst crime !
The buyer
becomes offender.
As finally he does confess.!!"_____Durgesh Verma (28/07/2016)
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