Long Evidence Poems
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Oh, the hasty heart,
can you not see the havoc that you wreak?
The proof has lain before you, right from the start,
all the evidence you ever could seek.
Your wishes, your desires, we can't escape,
'what the heart wants' an all too familiar fate;
sometimes our own destinies we wish to shape,
free from the paths that you dictate.
Oh, the hasty heart.
Your own hungers upon us you force,
thrusting us into the fire, emotionally bare;
you show us what you want, telling us our course –
making us want to search for someone who might not be there.
What should we do, to make you cease
your eloquent pleas for someone to be closer to?
Indeed, is there any way at all to decrease
the frequency of your calls to companionship pursue?
Oh, the hasty heart.
To you I struggle, no longer to defer,
my fight in this world, from under your veil to depart;
instead of your orders and longing, just advice I would prefer –
yours, instinctive but yielding, my oh so hasty heart.
When the veil is pulled away subject exposed story
what motivation drives these blind merchants
let's lay it out clearly from waters of your soul tabled
evidence points to an unstable world circus painting creeping bugs
following a trail of crumbs Judas kissing the other cheek
Where muppets pull all the strings attached accord
true crafts are undervalued directly honest speaking
making deals to undercut facts highlights a bought body
wages go backwards in time for those whom work hard
The upper crust consider themselves royalty in suits
when law of the land works for mere crumbs of their table
corruption's one disease of these needy vermin sinking fangs into
the icing of our cakes rats infested without hope
Justice is no longer held with value anymore
as the poor are robbed of their rights daily important
stripping values is the underhanded deals in tribunals hanging joke
Now slaves to the beggars purse cast as worthless
imperial law has been enforced through this savagery served
by poor management with silver lining fingers subject pollution begins
inwards always taking away but never ever giving back
Stealing becomes a bad example set telling both sides of the snakes tale
lies become the normal gender bending truth far fetched bigots
slanting this towards the underhanded source decisions effect reality
we should nail each and every deed that holds ransom to democracy
They judged my body
like it was evidence.
Like it was proof
I was less than.
They never asked
what this body survived.
What this spirit carried.
What this mother endured
while still showing up
every damn day.
I bled in silence
and called it strength.
I prayed with shaking hands.
I begged God
to make me smaller,
so I would be easier to love.
That’s the kind of damage
the world does
when it teaches a woman
her worth
lives in her appearance.
But I am not built
by their opinions.
I am built
by survival.
By prayer.
By ancestors
who did not break
so I could doubt myself.
There is something holy
about a woman
who has been through hell
and still chooses softness.
There is something dangerous
about a woman
who finally knows her worth.
If you could not love me
when I was tired,
triggered,
healing,
still learning how to breathe
you do not deserve
the power
I am becoming.
You do not get
to dishonor the storm
and then expect
to inherit the peace.
I was sacred
when I was breaking.
I was sacred
when I was doubting.
I was sacred
before I ever believed it.
And now that I do
I am no longer asking
to be seen.
Some might say,
Evidence was first found,
Outside during the day,
As shadows moved round.
Others could contend,
That it started as a force.
Coreward extend,
Causes spinning on course.
People with crops,
Would look to the sky,
Pull out all the stops,
To harvest a ready supply.
Crew on ships,
Gazed up at night,
Saw way Ursa Major dips,
To find the guiding star's light.
The North Star becomes the center,
Half math game overhead,
Orient the circle,
And answer be read.
Looks of a celestial body,
Can be observed,
Unless the weather is shoddy,
And sky libations will be served.
A container is used,
With something inside,
Keeping players amused,
And rules abide.
Sometimes our perception,
Is altered by the scene,
Invokes more reflection,
Or feels like a dream.
Sometimes it goes fast,
Sometimes it feels like forever,
Having a blast,
Or an arduous endeavor.
Many words to measure,
Other languages and ways to represent,
Covet it like a treasure,
So you will not later repent.
I see myself as a fragile thread in the vast tapestry of existence, stretched under the weight of doubt,
In the silence of my mind, the whispers of shortcomings haunt me like an unyielding echo,
I feel abandoned by my own reflection, wandering among the shadows of bitter regret,
The world becomes a merciless mirror, showing me only the flaws that frighten me,
I label my wounds as if their names could justify the existence of pain,
I see mistakes as evidence of unworthiness, imperfections as heavy chains.
I struggle with the question of purpose, seeking my place in the complicated dance of life,
Do I deserve the good things, or are they just unforeseen accidents of fate?
Am I capable of creating a brighter path, or will I wander in darkness, lost in doubts?
And yet, deep in my soul, a hope flickers like the first light of dawn,
It whispers that I am more than the scars and fears that define me.
Perhaps I can rewrite the story, finding the courage to believe in my worth,
To see myself as capable of love, growth, and renewal, even in fragility,
For beauty lies in the most broken pieces if we have the courage to look,
In this journey of self-discovery, light shines through the cracks,
And perhaps we will learn to love ourselves not despite our flaws, but because of them,
For true beauty blooms when we dare to see the brilliance within us.
WE ARE CONNECTED
There’s a thread that runs through each of us
And also out to others, across all of humanity
It provides common linkage for us to connect
But it’s sometimes thin and difficult to detect
And at times, can even challenge our sanity
Yet any shared understanding is a real plus
When sensitised, one feels the slightest pull
A tug from one, ripples across to another
Although complex messages rarely decoded
The significance of human contact is loaded
Perhaps strongest between child and mother
Friendly communication can be so wonderful
The existence of memes is well understood
Sent across the ether at the speed of light
Feelings and emotions stronger when shared
Offering evidence that someone else cared
All mankind as one entity, just feels right
And we all must try, knowing we should
She closed the book
With the evidence etched on her heart
How can she go forward
Without knowing WHERE to start
Going from this abyss to understanding
He jerked the report out of the doctor's hand
He could be gone today, tomorrow
Without TIME to make a simple plan
Why is SEX so important to being
Can't I just be undetermined
Living....in between...the line
Of knowing and learning
WHO I AM
He passed a mirror and saw his breasts
"If I were a woman It could be expected
Why can't it be in a normal place
Where speaking the condition doesn't get me disrespected?"
She can't unlearn what WISDOM has birthed
Nor can she continue on this path
She will finish the course...in between
Standing strong against fear of wrath
They hate me, my LOVE
Why does my presence bring lack to light
I just wanna be me in every moment
A ray of hope in the thick of night
THAT's WHO I AM
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-21-2018
The Search
I looked for God, but couldn't find him;
In the City's busy streets.
I heard no sound but roaring engines.
Saw no sight but running feet.
Turned I then toward the woodland,
Where the stately Oak tree grows.
I saw His footprint in the meadow,
And His blood upon the rose.
Paused I there to look and listen,
Felt His presence in the rain.
On the grass the raindrops glisten,
At His command the thunder came.
I am here, the Spirit whispers,
in a hundred million flowers;
God's name is written in the heavens.
Evidence of His great power.
We have eyes but do not focus;
For we have lost the precious key;
God is here and all around us.
If our eyes would only see.
A road to nowhere is all they construct
He who blindly follows will self-destruct
We awaken at dawn just to suffer
For many, life couldn’t be any tougher
Their dark cunning plans brought to light
The road to dystopia now glaringly bright
No real care for our sons and daughters
The evidence is in the poisoned waters
Treasured values slowly erode away
Degrading further day after day
People are just sacrificial pawns
To the maniacal of societies higher echelons
Billions spent to find that cancer cure
Trillions more needed, my good sir
A doctor’s visit may set you right
Treat your symptoms for the next fortnight
To a violent world they gravitate
The hidden hand doesn’t hesitate,
The deceived are marched off to war
To adorn their brothers in blood and gore
This digital age is one big prison cell
No more coins to drop in the wishing well
Just another languishing, unanswered dream
That, unfortunately, one cannot redeem
just stop...stop it, i said.
V. reprogram
with news, good and true,
or I'll simply change the channel.
what happened?
you're suddenly spinning me
a narrative
that has no relationship with reality.
what evidence do you have
that it's too late
to embark on a beckoning dream?
that I can't walk my way past
the shaky tightrope that I'm on?
that I'm stuck
in a rut I can't get out of?
why are you working
against me?
i'm greater than my circumstance;
my rebuttal...
to you.