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The glow of a jack o' lanterns light,
Walking among the fallen, dead leaves,
Vampire bats that are taking flight,
What a great night for All Hallows' Eve.
Sweet candy corn, cupcakes and chocolate bars,
Plastic skeletons rattling their bones,
A bright full moon among the cold stars,
Zombies roaming among the tombstones.
Girls dressed as fairies and ghosts in white sheets,
Kids in spooky costumes and monster masks,
My cousin and I couldn't wait to trick or treat,
And we never failed at our candy collecting task.
Mom putting a lot of scary makeup on my face,
A wicked witch with a broom and pointed hat,
Boys dressed as mummies and aliens from space,
The green glowing eyes of a curious black cat.
The haunted forest full of spooky owls,
Crisp caramel apples and a crunchy popcorn ball,
The chilling feeling of hearing werewolf howls,
And that mean little devil who scared us all.
Everyone almost wanting to get a good fright,
All of us quickly passing by the graveyard gate,
Lost spirits roaming on this dark, chilly night,
And getting home before it had gotten too late.
Caped grim reapers stalking the sidewalks,
Old, dark, haunted houses full of ghosts,
Steps and porches with pumpkins and cornstalks,
This is the one night that I love the most.
Mother I stood at the hillside
Watching from afar off
I saw images of rope
Which gave mankind no hope.
Children were dying
Mothers were crying
Heaven, ‘it was terrifying’
These images were horrifying.
Images of pain
Pressed against the victim’s window pane
Heaven remove the innocent blood stains.
Images of death
Written on their faces
Got me praying
Father I need to start preaching.
Suicide I am testifying
You are misleading
You are deceiving
You know you are dividing.
No need to start collecting
Women of pain
Children of fear
Men of stress, be warned
‘Suicide’, is the devil game.
After a short run
The road takes a diversion :
A curvilinear path.
Throwing a long lush green shadow,
The woods devoid of sorrows
Invites the heavy down power.
I peep into my heart
Behold a guy of five-six years old
Collecting withered Sheuli flowers
A paper-boat floats on the rivulet of rain water.
I startle to see
The boyhood days is still kept
On the self of my mind
Swings Oleander
In your ears – a pair of beautiful ear-rings.
As I’m walking along this road
All that we enjoyed,
All that we felt.
During our salad days
When we were swimming
In the Whirlpool of love,
All that takes the shape of Cyclonic storm
Approach all of a sudden,
Falls on the land of frustration:
You were one day sitting under the shadows
Of prop roots of past – thy age-old banyan tree.
Within an eye-wink staying
You filled my heart
With horripilation of spring
I am enraptured.
Thousand clouds float across my sky of despair
I see
An Oasis on rugged desert !
I crossed
The woods devoid of sorrows
Kept the sportive land far away back.
Now I’ve kept my sturdy feet
On the moor of unknown herbs.
I am encircled by the realm of Orchids
I imprison the mountain
The woods, the known-unknown flowers
In the camera of my curious eyes!
I forget myself, my soul
Forgets my existence.
In the current of magnificent colors
Me-thinks, you have come
Floats on my heart as Sheuli flower
Flows as if impulse in my nerve
Plays hide and seek in my blood!
After a short run
You take a diversion
Leave me for good
You’ve forgot me.
The Sheuli flowers, the paper-boat
The woods devoid of sorrows-all lost!
Picked-up Sheuli flowers of boyhood days
All that I try to recollect
Now pictures on the walls of your prejudice!
They swing as if they’re worthless calendars!!
You have already crossed
The shadows of prop-roots
Of that ancient banyan tree
I am spell-bound!
I am snared into an illusion of colored Orchid:
I am the scent of Jasmine within indigo wind
I am purple painted passions sandy sultry sin
I am a thousand piece puzzle you love to dive in
Selecting collecting my peace my pieces again
I am the big fuchsia fish who you never caught
I am wonderful kiss that leaves you in lavender lost
I am the youth inside of you so wild strong free
I am the denied truth in the forest of green trees
I am your inner child so boisterous and beautiful
I am your silver soulmate all purposed and dutiful
I am in you golden goose and you are in me
I am your unfiltered light and lover of your dreams
For so long, I didn't know
Why I was collecting
Metaphorical flowers and cards
Then it clicked
It was so when the day came
That I broke through all your pain
depression, loneliness
Abandonment and shame
Built by a scared, desperate kid
Who kept stacking little security bricks
To create a safe haven
Where, the remaining innocent parts
of her, could be hid
I didn't realize for a long time
I was learning new ways to live
To one day bring you them as gifts
To show you we know more now
Then we ever thought we could as a kid
So, I gathered and created useful tools
That I can use to break you out
I know it's long overdue
So I understand, if there are parts
In you that believed
I, too, deserted you
I didn't
I'm coming
I promise
I will set you free
It's a shame you had to live
Behind a wall, created by me
So sweet girl, listen up
I am on my way
This is an unfavorable statement
I know we have heard hurt people say
But it's me
And I meant it when I said
One day, I would come to
Set you free
I promised you I would come back
I just needed to gain wisdom
To break down whatever was built by me
That no longer suits you now or elevates me
It's going to take some time to forgive
I don't blame you
That's fine, you have your right
I just need you to know
You are safe
You are not a mistake
You deserve to be happy
You don't need to
Shelter home for anymore hate
People are not perfect, sweet
Young me
I hope you know this today
I am going to protect you finally and
Set you free
You don't need a wall
We don't need to hide,
and you will never again need
to make yourself small in size
You are as big and purposeful as air
Bright and necessary as the sun that
Gently hugs every part of your being
Because you, sweet girl,
are worth receiving
You deserve to be loved
Say it with me
You deserve to be loved
To know you are
As beautiful as a panoramic view
Of a broad ocean, open to receiving love
You're worthy of freedom from your past
Or any old way your survival instincts
Forced you to act
I just needed you to know
I haven't forgotten about you
I am just making myself strong enough
To break through
I'm coming, I love you.
-- Re: Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --
What would Gertrude. What, Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse? Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.
Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then in Godiva seated. Looming.Enormous.
Looming enormous.Unsinister presence. Certain presence.Definite.Definitely not sinister. Positively looming;enormous in brown. Brown,
in brown corduroy,driving Paris.
In Paris,through Paris.Looming high in Paris in Godiva.With Alice,
quiet beside her. Quiet; always, Alice. Alice always.
And zipping, about -- coming to Rue de Fleurus 27.
Zipping to Rue de Fleurus.To 27. And Alice so able.
Able Alice, each a.m. transcribing.Able Alice typing.Automatic Gertrude.
Typing Gertrude.Great Gertrude.GeniusGertrude.Talking Gertrude.
Genius talking.Great brown Gertrude; Gertie, to Alice.
Absorbing, talking, buying art --- buying Matisse.
Absorbing Matisse.Showing Matisse.Banishing Matisse.
Selling Matisse,collecting Picasso.Great Gertrude -- genius Gertrude
at court, holding court at Rue de Fleurus 27.
And Leo.Gone Leo.No Leo at Rue de Fleurus. Not at 27
After Leo, after Mr. Stein, after brother Leo. But there was Alice.
Alice was there Among Braques.And Cezanne.
(Not Matisse.)No longer Matisse, but Picasso.
And Picassos, Picassos, Picassos!
And Alice; alongside, was Alice.Next to, was Alice.
Alice next Gertrude,Gertie, G. --- Gertrude, Miss Stein.
Genius Gertrude Stein Quiet Alice always.
And a great Gertrude. A great brown Gertrude. A leviathan.
A passing ship; a great leviathan.Gertie, a genius.
A hugeness.A shibboleth.But to Alice,
just Gertie.
I sit here every day collecting many things.
People stop by and just hand over their stuff to me.
You would be amazed at some of the things that they bring.
And they just give them to me, absolutely free.
So, as I sit here taking in all these donations,
I can’t help but set some of the good things aside.
Although the boss puts me at different locations,
I’ll still find a way to get the good things outside.
I rationalize what I do with one, simple thought:
“Everything I take is being given away.”
The money I’d spend if these things had to be bought
Give me the motive I need to take something each day.
So many forks on Opportunity Road
She turned back quickly the first time
Settling for a life she never wanted
But it was incredibly easy
And dreams can be adjusted
Sad about her settling, she tried again
This time it was much more difficult
For she had children, and a husband, two cats, a dog or two
But she thought she could do it
She began anew, readjusting, and finally changing her dream
Life happened, and she slid all the way back to the ground floor
It took twenty-five years, and eighteen colleges to get her close
She was excited about it, but no one wanted to hire a forty-four year old
She did not get an interview, so she turned down a fork in Almost Road
Almost Road was better than nothing, right?
The next time around, she plans to do better
Her best advice to her grandchildren is be you, don't stop.
Travel down Dream Road, collecting stars and diamonds along the way.
There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages. - Mark Twain
reflected in the spring’s gentle whisper
mingling the music, soul sounding crisper
risking light’s voice, calling to her sister
hues so daring, friendly and delicious
collecting moments, clearly auspicious
amazing as He who is omniscious
medley of dreams, revealing yet serene
glowing on cerulean seas of green
smudged with hints of yellow and tangerine
laughing beneath autumn’s exciting skies
waiting on night’s moon and stars to arise
listening for the wind’s song as she cries
enchanted webs of peace and grace and light
tempting moods so the heart and soul unite
Emptiness seems paler,
Within the wind and the movements,
Echoes begin to creep in,
Without a beat, beyond the warnings,
The effervescence that once fueled my tools now sears my lungs,
Collecting old shadows I left to rest from once upon a time,
Colors are only a delicacy for monsters,
And the taints in my spine are drained by dementors,
Fallen for the light that seeps through the wooden blinds,
Convinced, maybe this time!
It’s only right,
The stars can be kind,
At times the sky speaks in tears,
While the storm strikes the pillars of my heart with fears,
Visions creating instruments out of casualties in my storms,
I wonder sometimes, how much combat is left in my bones,
Resist to insist for joy,
Yet every step feels like a bridge I destroy,
I’ve shown my skin and strengthened my pride,
My words have lost their loom through the valley of my tribe,
One day I hope I doze off and find some ease,
For I know, no limbs of mine can do what love can please.