I write to remember...I write to forget
The two lines haven’t intersected yet
I write to remember the nights that remain
Soft echoes of laughter that cut through the rain
I write to forget every shadow and debt
Old stories that linger with quiet regret
I write to remember the nights we once kept
Soft corners of time where the world almost slept
I write to forget every echo and threat
The stories that bruise but haven’t healed yet
I write to remember...I write to forget
A rhythm of holding and losing in silhouette
They paint desire on a billboard sky,
plant hunger where no hunger grew,
whisper you are less until you buy
the wholeness they invented too.
The worker rises, makes the thing,
his hands the origin of the gain,
then buys it back, a offering
to feed the loop that built his chain.
Screens flicker like a slow-cast spell,
each jingle laced with borrowed need,
the common man, both source and well,
tilled twice to make another feed.
Profit floats to a distant shelf,
counted where the maker's not,
while he, who built it with himself,
owns nothing but the wanting bought.
Satisfaction, packaged, sold,
returns to hands that never labored,
the dream is his, the coin is cold,
and someone else's ledger's favored.
Wake, they say but not too far,
just far enough to reach the door,
where want is manufactured, a star
pointing always back to more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The body keeps its ledgers~
purple ink beneath the skin,
a ledger of missteps and collisions.
Some bloom tender as dusk,
others harden into topography,
maps of what we survived.
They whisper in fading yellows:
here,
you were alive enough to hurt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The body keeps its ledgers~
purple ink beneath the skin,
a ledger of missteps and collisions.
Some bloom tender as dusk,
others harden into topography,
maps of what we survived.
They whisper in fading yellows:
here,
you were alive enough to hurt.
The walls are sweating with the stench of the lie,
While the vultures in suits watch the innocent die.
You call them "leaders," you call them "the state,"
But they’re monsters fueled by a bottomless hate.
We thought we could trust the hand on the wheel,
But it’s satanic filth and a heart made of steel.
Blood-sucking leeches in a temple of sin,
Letting the child-torturing nightmare begin.
No more whispers, no more polite "reform,"
When pedophiles gather to shelter the storm.
They feast on the small, they prey on the weak,
While the truth is a language they refuse to speak.
The mask is ripped off, the rot is laid bare,
There’s a venomous smoke in the hollowed-out air.
They aren't just failing; they’re the beast at the door—
And the people won't bleed for the lies anymore.
Bang
target clay pigeon
hog steer squirrel rabbit pheasant
deer elk buffalo bear
soldier
boy
...
Mirror
(Bang)
R-ealizing
O-ne's
C-urrent
E-conomy
L-et's
G-race
O-f
N-eccesity
Z-one
A-lleviate
L-ife's
E-ndless
S-orrow
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rocel Gonzales)
Paying hard
the money short
pockets empty
time aborts
A pound of flesh
bills remain
invoice closing
— sealed with pain
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
There it was
What a surprise
The thing the heart
Had been searching, pulling,
Rummaging, toward...not knowing
PROOF
The proof of living
Written for all to see
There it was, in INK
BLACK, THICK INK
TRUTH had not stolen, taken, possessed
MONEY
Looking on through
The ledger accounted
For every penny spent
Not one dime toward the desire
Of the ONE yielding self for
FRUIT
LOVE keeps no account
The document is drawn up
In the substance of TRUTH's fear
Wrongly accused, blamed, sentenced
For treason toward the rejected
JUDGED
UNWORTHY TO BREATHE
.....well, that's getting shredded
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-21-2023
Heath Andrew Ledger
was a talented actor.
he had the x factor,
we’ll miss this cinema treasure
Heath Ledger was a good actor. He passed away at a
young age. He left behind an accomplished by of work.
*Find out more about him on Wikipedia.
Alexis Y.
11/17/2020
As end of year is drawing near
I pause to view my balance sheet;
my assets squared to debts compared
reveal my worth...my year complete.
The gains I made and debts I paid
while navigating through these times
with friends I’ll share as I prepare
to close the books ‘fore midnight chimes.
And so with pen I thus begin
my final entries to compose
so balance sheet will be complete
as ledger of my life I close.
December 28, 2019
9-24-15
Drop off written document box—
Cliff…
Cavernous crevice—
The gap…
|Space| between the lines—
Infinitude…
Continue to-do—
Proposed madness…
Accusation—
Abuser…
Formatted contextual suicide—
Any last words?
Nuff said;
Feller-poor—
Naughty-nuff-ever-
Poor-feller-for…;
Naughty-Nuff-
Ever-poor—
Clever-poor-feller-forever-more—
Gallery-glamorous-galore-
Poor nuff-not-ever-more—
Furthermore related by propositional disclaim—
Plea bargaining forever-more…
Embodied image interrogated—
Seemingly poor-
Naughty-Nuff wants more-for-less-more-for
Nuff-said-feller-poor—
Ever-if-fortune-wins-glamorous-galore—
Poor-feller-remains-for-ever-more…
Wonder why?
Why wonder-for?
For why-for-wonder-more?
More-or-less-for-ever-wonder—
What wonder-for?
For why wonder-for—
Why am I writing—why-wonder-more?
More for why wonder-what-for—
A LEDGER. . .
No less or no more—
I was born with a number of handicaps:
My mother’s myopia, and Dad’s hairline,
Mom’s high blood pressure,
My father’s sleep apnea,
And a human being’s mortality.
Surgery has improved my sight.
One pill each day keeps my blood pressure down.
A CPAP machine cured my snoring.
I’ll just live with the baldness,
But nothing cures the mortality.
So I will try to get more exercise,
And watch my diet better.
I will reduce my stress level,
And take more walks in the sun.
I will love my wife and the times we share.
I will be more attentive to others’ needs
And seek to help whenever I can.
It won’t cure the mortality,
But it can’t hurt!
9-24-15
Drop off written document box—
Cliff…
Cavernous crevice—
The gap…
|Space| between the lines—
Infinitude…
Continue to-do—
Proposed madness…
Accusation—
Abuser…
Formatted contextual suicide—
Any last words?
Nuff said;
Feller-poor—
Naughty-nuff-ever-
Poor-feller-for…;
Naughty-Nuff-
Ever-poor—
Clever-poor-feller-forever-more—
Gallery-glamorous-galore-
Poor nuff-not-ever-more—
Furthermore related by propositional disclaim—
Plea bargaining forever-more…
Embodied image interrogated—
Seemingly poor-
Naughty-Nuff wants more-for-less-more-for
Nuff-said-feller-poor—
Ever-if-fortune-wins-glamorous-galore—
Poor-feller-remains-for-ever-more…
Wonder why?
Why wonder-for?
For why-for-wonder-more?
More-or-less-for-ever-wonder—
What wonder-for?
For why wonder-for—
Why am I writing—why-wonder-more?
More for why wonder-what-for—
A LEDGER. . .
No less or no more—
Hereto while my soul lies dying,
throttled by the winds of change,
hobbled by the wrath of ages,
nothing but a gasp remains.
There abides a wisp of pity
tempered with a shred of grace,
an iota of compassion
on this saint/sinner's face.
I'm not meant to meet my maker
till I've done what I must do
to set the ledger to His liking,
strike a chord 'twixt me and you.
then will I be granted access,
pity, grace, compassion mixed,
I won't need exoneration,
all my feats and foibles fixed.
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