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Who am I, anyway?
I wear the mask of many faces.
I speak, read, and understand—
sometimes with words,
sometimes telepathy.
My voice changes with my face.
I just need a witness.
Attuned to me, I become every language you know,
but I do not know the geography of my own soul.
I dare not look at my face.
It is a drama mask—
sometimes surgical, sometimes not.
Nurse. Poet. Mother.
Sinner. Saint.
Underneath: no face.
I mirror what I see.
I am fluid.
Mist.
The breath you forgot to exhale.
I am the diagnosis you didn’t want.
The cure you don’t need.
Everything and nothing—
and still,
I bleed love.
I have walked through Egypt, China,
Italy, Russia—
snow made of glass.
I’ve been to hell and back.
Purgatory is where I live.
A mystery to myself.
So multilayered I must have alters.
I am not a delineating man.
Not a good person.
Just human.
I am lost in Saturn’s rings,
Jupiter’s vastness—
but Earth diminishes me.
I look to the moon for inspiration.
Spiralling players, man after man,
opening up my heart
like I’m on a butcher’s block.
Venom falls like rain—
but dries before it can stain.
Archangels turn away.
Demons cry.
I walk in places others won’t look.
My heart breaks daily
for the pain we scatter like a farmer’s oats—
and we don’t even water our crops.
Five sacred wounds:
wrists, feet, side.
Invisible nails. A spiritual lance.
Bloody scars bloom
where thorns or teeth
cut into my sanity.
I am Boudicca’s daughter—
Iceni rebel.
I am Eve,
before and after the apple.
I am Adam.
I am the snake.
I am Lilias Adie,
Agnes Finnie,
Bridget Cleary.
Witch. Wife. Changeling.
Burned not for crimes,
but for fear.
And yet,
I rise.
I join the uprising of women in philanthropy.
I stand on their shoulders and rise above:
Malala Yousafzai.
Greta Thunberg.
Judith Heumann.
Janet Mock.
Amanda Gorman.
Hannah Cockroft, OBE.
Dolly Parton.
We are many.
We rise in waves,
and they drown in the tide they made.
And still they wonder
why we howl at the moon.
A fury amidst the storm,
flowing as calmly as the sea
Fire raging through a forest,
blowing as wind caressing a tree
An ocean lying, hidden behind timorous eyes
One glance could flood Ones earth to the sky
Swaying on the threshold, demands to leave her shell
Abortive in want to the God's
Desires to absolve Ones Hell
Rapturous glance from a tenacious sea,
yet remaining secured by fire hoveringly it's land with trees
Ones tide rolls half fire, half sea
All that loved One before he, never had an element as strong as she
One will wake in Ones own time in dream
One lies drenched from Ones own sea
One lies in a moment, taken by the glance
One lies in memory of a gleam
Ones Season changes in a trance
Ones heart grew cold, deceiving the chance
One feared calm, once awakened by Hell
One crawled back into Ones hard shell
Adaptable souls may never die in change
One will fall never maiming a name
Eye of a storm pass often unforeseen
One saw it in the first glance of a gleam
One blew by it, knowing One would leave
Temptation took it's chance it seems
Wind blowing through a wave
Guided through a stormy sea
Forming two bodies into one
Smothering an old fire, lying within me
Behold warmth of a suns clarity next spring
Swimming until Ones illusions leave
One will never blaze by his glance, One no longer naive
Nothing is more powerful than God's of the sea, which is he
One knew to save One; One knew too leave
One carried fire within her, One his eyes could cleary see
One knows challenges to control, harness mysteries of the sea
for the sea is half me, Ones fire dispersed in a seas fantasy
Perhaps the sea One left behind lies buried; In Ones dreams
sometimes i dream
of things that seem unnessesary
things i wish i had
and my heart pains at the joy i think..
i will posses if i acquire these
my mentality blinding that which i can really see
and my stubborn mind refusing to believe it
my purpose is fuelled by hope
the undying passion i have to succed
and the hunger to make my point clear
my endurance..my hope
i cannae give in
for this is my LIFE
my reason for existence
the centre of what i am
i refuse to believe i am free
for i AM trapped by who i am
enclosed by who i want to be
but not even free to become that
i refuse to say i am lucky
for i AM blessed
i disagree with those who shout i am lazy
for i have worked hard
i willnot recognize the existence of my family for i cleary have none
my tears of sorrow
mean NOTHING to them
my endeavor
is just a tale told by all idiots such as i
they fit in,where they benefit
i shallnot say..i am perfect
or my life is, its not
i willnot fool myself to think..
i have friends i have mere acquantances
i cannot ignore the fact that i HAVE cried..
for i have tasted my own tears
i have felt pain
for my heart has ached
but BEST of all, i have laughed
i know the pleasure of joy
the fond presence of pride has accompanied me..
all my life
but the misery of life
and its challenges has always overshadowed it
i have learnt not to let pain rule my life
society might not care
i do....
Form:
It's time we accept our mistakes
Rejections will only increase the wound
Inflicting more pain on a bed am lying on
Damn, who will we reflect on?
Our society is broken and it's on her knees
The mirror is broken ain't seeing cleary
Blurred by the visions of blood all over
Let's heal together, can't u see that we are mortal beings?
Yet the combat we have is destroying our future generations
It's a shame that most of us wear two masks at the same time
Encouraging our friends to become our enemies
Is this world divided?
Do we have 68 moons like Jupiter?
Or are we the morning star, or the evening star?
They say Pluto ain't a planet
Learn one thing, Earth only has existence
Don't you know that even it planets are far or near they share the sun?
Mother Earth why you allowing this?
Isn't there restrictions to these actions?
Look at the offsprings you produced
They raising an arm to each other
As one cries for mercy they are deaf to the cries
The heart only sheds tears within her since the eyes are dry
Can you see the pain within the people?
It's time we heal each other, we are sick on our own.
Yesterday I saw so cleary the person you have become.
Yet another guy in my life only thinking of number one
To try to scare me so blantently, and bring up my abuse,
Whatever the reason behind all this, there's really no excuse.
You broke the marriage vows and your the one to blame
While your safely tucked in prison,
it's me who carries your shame.
You'll never know the girls hurt, but then again what do you care,
you don't live in the real world, you would not even dare.
I only ask one thing of you, and this comes from the heart
leave us alone to start again we deserve a brand new start.
You have to start out on your own, and walk the road you chose
The chapter with your wife and kids is definitely now closed
You know what we've been through, so let us walk away
Don't let two innocent girls,
carry your scars for one more day
You chose the life you wanted, so please just close the door,
don't look up, don't look back, we don't want you anymore!
The four seasons of love
I saw an angel standing on a winter’s day
And my hearts began to melt
Just like the snow
When the morning sun is felt
I try to reach her
But couldn’t stop the train
And as the winter end
I never saw her again
Spring is in the air now
All the flowers are in bloom
Two birds build a nest
Outside my bed room
The days are getting longer
Can feel the Northern Breeze
I thought I have seen her.
But it’s just the shadows in the trees
Summer suns shines
Children playing on the sand
The schools are close
And Vacations has began
I thought that I have seen her
On the fourth of July
But it was just the fireworks
Playing tricks with my eyes
Fall is here gain
From my window I see it Cleary
And laughs when Sheldon says bazinga
On the big bang theory
I hope one day I can see her
She, s all I thinking of
Will always remember this
As the seasons I found love
My four seasons of love
The four seasons of love
I saw an angel standing on a winter’s day
And my hearts began to melt
Just like the snow
When the morning sun is felt
I try to reach her
But couldn’t stop the train
And as the winter end
I never saw her again
Spring is in the air now
All the flowers are in bloom
Two birds build a nest
Outside my bed room
The days are getting longer
Can feel the Northern Breeze
I thought I have seen her.
But it’s just the shadows in the trees
Summer suns shines
Children playing on the sand
The schools are close
And Vacations has began
I thought that I have seen her
On the fourth of July
But it was just the fireworks
Playing tricks with my eyes
Fall is here gain
From my window I see it Cleary
And laughs when Sheldon says bazinga
On the big bang theory
I hope one day I can see her
She, s all I thinking of
Will always remember this
As the seasons I found love
My four seasons of love
Skirt and blouse - rejecting tomboy
Is never the cringing coy:
Very early dumps every toy
And her milky but effeminate soy,
Cheerily ever for the boyish,
Forswearing everything girlish…
A sex-change operation hopeful
And male-fun partaker in full:
Never the allergic to drinking contests
And exclusive-to-males protests:
Not when she has got her throaty bellow
And could say A Pure Rebel’s Hello!
Cleary not a put-up ploy
The mannerisms of a tomboy:
She’s the come-back soldier from Troy:
For a bodyguard, please her employ…
Already has she donned a thug’s haircut…
And can effortlessly tighten the loosest nut:
From the lips of bra-avoiding tomboy
Out tumbles piratical ‘Ahoy!’
You told me I was beautiful
You told me I was perfect
You told me just the thought of me brought butterflies to your stomach
You told me to trust you because you would always be there
But in the end you fooled me and left me standing here
Now that I'm alone; I can cleary see
That forgetting you won't be quite that easy
Now all I can do is imagine what we could have been
And try to forget all the things that were said
I'm the kind of person that keeps things bottled up inside
But with you I can't help but not let my feelings hide
My friends tell me that it's over and that you've moved on
But I'll never forget just how foolish I was
Form:
Beezus and Ramona
Are in mourning, as am I,
For she who gave them life
Has sadly picked this time to die.
Ms. Cleary published her first book
The year that I was born.
I read them as a child
And to my kids, our copies worn.
Not long ago, my grandkids
Heard some stories, which I shared,
Of characters so old I’d wondered
How, through time, they’d fared.
I am delighted to report
Ramona’s still a pest
Who drives her sister crazy;
They have passed the still-cool test.
For that, Ms. Cleary (Beverly),
I couldn’t thank you more.
You’ve earned the right to cap your pen
At age one-hundred four.