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She sits at the lunch table with her good buddy
a Greek fellow with no english
she-a canadian with no Greek tongue-
they commune like there is no tomorrow
siding with each other
against
the staff who would wash them
clothe them
feed them
so much like a child would behave
She seems to glow with a radiance of innocence
a sweetness wet on the lips of time
held within a cocoon of
dementia
that robs her body and mind of life
leaving a withering shell that breathes to live
consumes nourishment to breath
she knows not where she is
cool hand of death
nearer and nearer
waiting patiently until her chin falls deeper to her breast and
the shallow breath
all but becomes inaudible and still.
I
in the depths of my being
wish somehow she would snap out of it
recognize me
recognize the card game myself and my brothers now play with her
the game of
recognize the numbers~
She bides her time sleeping, eating, and watching
desperate to recognize and hold onto the familiar
"pleasantly confused"
they label her
out of an ignorance to truly deal with things
"blissful ambivalence" another describes her
and I shot out inside myself
she has been more than this...
she is more than these damn labels
she is a person
an integral part of the life of this society
so deserving of respect
and compassion.
recognize the suits
and it makes me sad
that her mind is playing the final trick
bluffed and lost
Life is like a burning candle
That continues to illuminate, till it is not snuffed
Fear of financial crisis turning into prestige loss and socially bluffed
Most fears are born out of a lack of confidence in self
Instead of feeding content with the skills achieved
Step up groaning and slips into inferiority gulf
Bewildered wide open the eyes this second and close the next second
Thus, go on involuntarily flickering both the eyes
Suddenly one often feels weightless
fastened into some sort of mystic environment around
Spectacles of simultaneous opening and closing of both eyes in nightmares unbound
No one is threatening, no one is fury frowning
For no apparent reason or provoking
One feels being caught in the non-existent web of horrors
Fearing own shadow in dim light
Runs few distance and returns, repeating this, again and again,
Gets exhausted fell down
Almost all of us, more or less, pass through such hallucination’s horrors
Once the victim stands still on his feet and spits out the self-inflicted horrors
Sure to stand firmly on his feet and will restart climbing
It’s the morning of a different day—who knew there’d be another?
Lisa and I went on our harbor jog @ 5am—that’s nothing new.
It was, like 44°—we’re enjoying fall’s cold, refreshing bite.
Anyway, my mind wasn’t on it and I nearly stumbled over
a chunk of dark, uneven roadway, made invisible by its function.
Charles, jogging beside me, wordlessly managed to right me
without us losing a step and I smiled my thanks.
argh! I’ve got to get out of my head.
Later, in class, lulled by the comfort of the stiff, wooden chair, my eyes unfocused and the professor’s voice seemed to fade into the backdrop. Suddenly, he was asking me a direct question that seemed almost without context.
Metaphorically slapped back into focus, I scanned the room and the whiteboard for clues before awkwardly—walking the edge of catastrophe—I bluffed it out, because, well, I’ve an instinctive reluctance to admit defeat with any sort of grace.
I didn’t sleep well last night. I had dreams—nothing with a defined purpose–just an amalgamate of bonfires and storms in a coastal scrubland with an odor of fresh cedar and a sense of casual vulnerability.
My attention today is like an intermittent pulse.
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Songs for this:
Headz Gone West by Nia Archives
Dark Red by Steve Lacy
~Down in the "Big Easy" playing cards in a house of chance,
she’ll lay you down a losing hand, with her bluffed romance.
Her cards have many faces, but few can win her hand,
and a hard hand bet can break a heart; you'd better understand...
When you play the cards in New Orleans,
she cuts them with a knife,
when you bet the house on a Cajun Queen,
you could lose your life.
I try to find an angle, she gives a little glance.
She deals down on the table with a little dance.
With an ace in the hole do I double-down or should I let it ride?
Her eyes will give away her edge; it's something she can’t hide...
When you play the cards in New Orleans,
she cuts them with a knife,
when you bet the house on a Cajun Queen,
you could lose your life.
She holds the Queen of Diamonds in the palm of her right hand,
and my ace’s heart is broken when she deals to another man.
She lays her card down easy, the winner stakes his claim.
But the winning hand doesn’t understand to her it’s just a game.
When you play the cards in New Orleans,
she cuts them with a knife,
when you bet the house on a Cajun Queen,
you could lose your life.
Prisoners were captured, their liberty were stolen
Hopes were dangling, asking help to heaven
Dreams were their silent sanctuaries
The only one that keeps their sanities
Eyes were blindfolded, hands were handcuffed
Lies and deceptions, all of them were bluffed
It felt like an abyssal tunnel they fell in
Everywhere you looked, it was just a dark scene
Free to struggle with strengths just like candles
This world is dominated by heartless scoundrels
Evil is everywhere, someone pulls his triggers
Weak are those we hear the sound of whimpers
When will this dark age come to conclusion?
When is the fulfillment of promised redemption?
All these words are just words, vague and empty
All seen are letters and numbers printed blankly
What is the context, who gives the meaning?
Our minds can't compete to what He's thinking
Send a messenger, one who will tell us your will
A refreshing message that will makes us stands still
This is the key to these chains we're strapped into
In darkness we're into, the light that pierce through
We see the glimpse of the future, thanks to you
We feel free and loved, not caged as we used to
PEARLY GATES
I’m brought before Saint Peter,
On display in a clear glass crate,
Nothing hidden up my sleeve,
Except a hammer, I jest to escape.
He approaches me out of nowhere,
Ask him for a chat while we wait,
Gentle voice replies “of course son”
We’re summing up, there is no haste.
Listen! played the hand I was dealt,
Although bluffed, behind a poker face,
Concealing more lies than honesty,
Yet love always, outshone the hate,
At times life seemed unbearable,
Beyond all reason to procrastinate.
When younger I couldn’t get enough,
Though excess, simply led to waste,
Won’t bore you with petty details,
For fear deaths a pitiless place,
Bit late in the day, seeking salvation,
Begging forgiveness, no saving grace.
“Never said a truer word my child,
Crocodile tears, cannot work this case,
Condoned, condemned, in the balance,
On very thin ice, this verdict skates.”
“Whatever I say does not matter,
It’s meaningless gone past debate,
God alone will pass the sentence,
Life’s evidence, will judge your fate.
By
David Kavanagh
Look into the camera the mighty space man said.
Jon’s Cat was hypnotized, clobbered in the head.
We are taking over, honey, the alien said with a chuckle.
Jon’s Cat was mad. He wanted to give the guy his knuckle.
Take us to your leader the head of the rebels demanded.
Jon’s Cat understood, but he would not do as commanded.
His human was his hero, and he wanted to keep him out of harm.
So he bluffed, and he bamboozled, and he waylaid them with charm.
He finessed, and he fidgeted, and he fiercely fixed them hard and good.
He did what any wise, smart, wonderful, adoring, Kibble-loving cat would.
He led them away from his owner, down the hill to the Alien Catchers Pound.
Next he knew, Space Catchers had netted them. They were on the ground.
He was declared the hero, named Grand Marshall of Thanksgiving Parade.
He took Jon with him. They celebrated with sips of warm pink lemonade.
It’s the sixteenth arrest you’ve made, Jon said. What is your secret, Cy?
Jon’s Cat could not tell him, but he worked undercover for the Cat F.B.I.
When you are pushed back by your foes
When your very friends desert you,
When you have reached a dead end
And have nowhere to go;
Then spark off with a blast
That will destroy all humiliation -
And the world will behold your light;
Filled with an amazing sensation.
When your heart is destroyed
By the very ones you loved,
When you are deceived, decepted
Betrayed and bluffed;
Then show your true potential,
To the world which considered you weak
Show your amazing perseverance
Until you reach the peak.
When your road of hope is blocked
And in utter despair are you,
When your back is pushed against a wall
And you have nothing to lose,
Then clench your fists and vow;
And the world to which you were a muse,
Would be bound to respect you in every stage
For now, you have nothing to lose!
You think your life’s been hard
And nothing turns out right.
You say that love you thought was real
Often lasted just one night.
You say deceit was your reward
And you try to be so tough.
Yet, I see softness in your eyes –
So, let me teach you love.
I’ve seen hard times myself
Along some troubled roads.
And when I thought true love was mine
I saw all my dreams explode.
Now we have another chance ---
We’ve been punished long enough.
So, let’s just give it one more try –
Please let me teach you love.
Let me teach you love –
Open up your heart.
If you’ve wanted real love
Let me be its start.
You say love walked right past you
And you’re tired of being bluffed.
Please give it one more honest chance
And let me teach you love.
In that darkest of time at Charlottesville
When hate ruffled their minds
And madness erupted in kind
But dumb Trump bluffed in haste,
Hate, hastes, I was dazed,
As wicked drove on Heyer in sour taste!
Both sides he claims to bait
Wait, is heaven in joy of our choice?
Or God in vengeance of Bannon grudge?
Albeit, or hell in bed rest?
Wall! Wall! Wall! He cried
Pouted as pig his anthem of division
Then comes release of his bosom, Arpaio
While in rage heaven dances in Texas
Tornado, hurricane and water flood
Our folks in need of our own
Donate to help Texans in pains
Think not of Brother's hater in our midst
Donate, brother's keeper you are.
Help before Trump turns us to nothing