maybe she has a mental illness, he suggested
I cannot discuss her with you, I told him.
She is not your cousin, you do not realize.
She has been through such trauma.
More than most have at fifteen.
She might be a scorpion,
lashing out, twisting her tail, stinging people
but she is my cousin, my scorpion.
I will defend her now and forever
for I know her other sides.
There are many.
She can be empathetic, kind and loving.
She has a tender heart.
This is why she lashes out first,
So she will not get hurt again.
The sun does beam
Over many a quick stream
That run into valleys flourishing with floral
Where the wind howls with seemingly no morals
It lashes out it's rage against swaying, tall trees
High doe they stand, and far doe they see
Rain falls light
Unless cursed with the winds' might
But on hot, Summers' eves
Does the wind blow little but leaves
Cooling and soothing
Still ever moving
Far is it's reach
From hill top to sandy beach
Carrying birds to and frow
Ever discouraging the hunters' bow
It is a thing of love, and a thing of hate
In any matter it is a thing of great debate
The air it fills
But never as greatly as the valleys' windy hills
Elegy of the River and the Sea
For life and death are one,
like the river and the sea.
In grief, our tears taste different,
our ways of mourning unique.
You weep; I compose elegies.
My brother, high on marijuana,
the island battered by hurricane Beryl.
As the sea crashes upon the land,
seaweed lashes out like demons.
Are we prepared for this?
To whom it may concern,
do not call me early in the morning.
I am not yet awake for words.
Give me time to sip my coffee,
to savor the warmth of intimacy.
Let me read “Good Morning, Sunshine.”
For life and death are one,
like the river and the sea.
My daily poem whispers:
"Leave me alone in the morning
with my thoughts."
My mother outlived my father.
I aspire to outlive the sparrows.
In God, I entrust my life.
Sea, I stand upon your shore with the rising of the sun
as sanguine shades of dawn blend with an amber sky
Long before the overture of the human race has begun
I walk barefoot on the sand; to moonlight wave goodbye
When Ra lifts his heavy eyelids and wipes away the sleep
his light is softly reflected in prismed mirrors on your skin
I wonder what buried treasure lies within your waters, deep
before my mind is captured by the wake of a dorsal fin
Your smooth satin surface is without wrinkles or ripples
It beckons me, "Come," as though you invite me to suckle
upon the salty crested waves of your whitecapped nipples
and I, powerless to refuse, would wade in and gladly truckle
Oh, rising Sea, would I were the wind to caress your cheek
I'd not tire of lying cradled in the ebb and flow of your tide
Rocked by gentle motion, I'd be entranced by your mystique
Upon Earth, you are feared and worshipped, far and wide
Your voice lashes out with Neptune's roar when riled in rage
but tranquil in peace when moonlight shimmers in the night
What dark secrets you hold would fill a novel, page after page
You evoke my mind with questions; flames burning, you ignite
The world full of venom lashes out at its people
No other pair; compares beyond
Beauty lashes out; to seduce a smize;
I looked upon; two magic wand
Brown is the color to which is most yawned;
But it is Earth's deepest well of hope; I surmise
No other pair; compares beyond
Blue of grey shade; mirrors all that are spawned
As sapphire gems; adorning cloudy tearful skies
I looked upon; two magic wand
Peridot shines, as planted fields, are lawned
Green; like newfound blades; of springtime ryes
No other pair; compares beyond
Found together; yet self-disguised, in bond
Hazel wins, versus, softest, ambers, tries
I looked upon; two magic wand
Direct through them; my love had to respond
Seeing her; that's simply when; all sadness dies
No other pair; compares beyond
I looked upon; two magic wand
What does S stand for
Not the best of meanings
Let's learn a bit more
And with synonyms, I'm teeming
Sinister, Satan, Snake
Someone who's fake?
Stressed, Stirred, Spite
Somone not feeling right?
Serious, Strict, Stern
Someone who's firm?
Secluded, Shut-in, Strange
Someone thought to be deranged?
Sappy, Sad, Sorrow
Someone quite holllow?
The denotation is simple
The 19th alphabetical letter
But the connotation is different
I find it must better
The serpent Satan caused great sin
Secluding Adam and Eve from Eden
Suffering and sorrows don't matter to him
For goodness comes from within
Some stupid snake started sin
And he would do it all again
And although it starts with an N
The S is narcissist lies within
I've described her with these words indeed
And like the snake, she feeds on grief
Her sorrows and stresses
She lashes out oh so frequent
Her life made of multiple messes
She never seems to see it
It is so grim- that sudden thunderstorm
that kills calm feelings- makes one gasp aloud;
instills the threat of doom to then reform
a happy heart to darken neath its shroud.
The gloomy, blackened sky thunders its booms;
this huge, black monster, no one can control-
while wistful lightning lashes out and zooms
with downward shocks at targets as its goal.
Away from windows, I resign and hide.
Depression stirs my melancholy view,
as giant warring clouds above collide
destroying happy thoughts of peaceful blue.
And there, withdrawn, I stay till I know when
the battle's done- and Sun will rule again.
The world is on the brink
Time to change the way we think.
The time is at hand
You must understand
So long we have fought
What lessons have they thought
We can't go on living in hate
It's not to late
No one can possibly win
You know how it's been
Someone will always cry
Sometimes wondering why
People have to die
Shame
But it remains the same
You live in anger
All live in danger
When we don't have to
This is true
We don't have to fight
To prove who is right
But we can't go on this way
Not caring what we say
How we act
A lie is a fact
Start a war
Kill some more
When will it stop being this way
When no one is left to have their say
The sun is setting on our age
Let's turn the page
The world hurts and lashes out
Hate is what they shout
Love should rule all
Before mankind starts to fall
Before it's to late
We can change this fate
We must
In mankind I trust
The Fear
I don´t mind to be old it is a natural progression
what I fear is poverty, I know what it is to be poor.
I react if sensing my funds are in any way exposed,
sometimes I over-react and lashes out.
There is nothing good in scarcity not being able
to drink a glass of wine, to eat crumbs from the rich.
To beg for food or go to a food-bank get canned
Beans in tomato sauce and corn flakes.
Not to shower too expensive heat the water.
I know how poverty smells, like stale piss
it clings to your skin and takes years to wash off.
a dark underbelly cloud sweeps past the trees
as they bow down then snap like minds gone crazy
defenseless on the hills they no longer stand
powerless to the storm
a violent wind screams out in tempered gusts
before the sky lashes out its bottled rage
it slams against the ground, bullets raining down
destruction everywhere
hail the summer storm that took us by surprise
made us see our weakness beneath nature's wrath
as we grab our sticks and stones cursing her name
a rainbow arcs the sky
June 30, 2020
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#2 A Dark Underbelly
amidst these sullen skies
tiny drops stream down
pain lashes out
atop the muddied ground
she sinks within
unable to lift herself
she tumbles down
like autumn's leaves
memories piling up
buried in the past
as years blow by
she crumbles
in winded gasps
time winds down
her last breath drawn
the storm lifts
as darkness falls
she rests in the stillness
02/29/2020
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#2 Defenseless
do you ever question a day?
the way the sky blushes
crimson, pinkish-lavender
or orange tones
yet the sun always rises
the same shade of bloody-red
above waves of crested seas
the way the clouds appear
sometimes as if delicately painted
with the tip of an artist's brush
yet other times puffy
like a cotton ball project
from elementary school
that hung on the fridge
it resembled nothing
but everyone took a guess
at what they thought they saw
the way the wind whispers
softly through trees
with leaves dancing
pirouetting down
then picking back up
floating in the breeze
yet other times it whips
through the trees
snapping branches
or knocking them down
the way the sea waves
sometimes gently kissing the sand
leaving little treasures
as it recedes back
with a relaxing ebb and flow
yet other times lashes out
in a violent rage
like a jealous lover
reclaims the sand
and leaves destruction
in its wake
do you ever question a day
before the edge of night falls
look around and wonder
or is it just me?
Stoned in still water,
Osiris stares at me;
Wings sharp as shields,
Batter a subway overhead;
Somewhere a cadence
Floats like a blue rinse,
Your bird-eye catches a scent,
Chanel No.5,
Pokes it inside your brain,
A tongue lashes out,
Whips you stupid;
You fell for those plumes,
Had to have them,
Close-up,
An ultra-violet frenzy,
Claws into you -
Does it hurt?
Birdseed is not sniffed at,
On cold Bay days;
And oh Baby,
Could she sing!
Tides of angry crashing waves swell tall
The shore abruptly braces itself
Ancient books and secrets have held
This thousand year old epic battle
Famous fortunes fortold of this war
Hundreds of fight to settle the score
creatures emerge from the murky deep
abandoning all reason or sympathy
The salty sweat of its razor tongue
Lashes out and melts the once brilliant sun
Cursed the landscape into dust
Cliffs and mountains all forsaken
No longer grace us with their wisdom
A thousand years crushed eviscerated
A scorched earth now blackened ashes
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