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It all began as my wife and I were attending a
state fair. My wife had joined with a friend,
and the two of them sought their interest and
fantasies. I simply wandered about from one booth
to another until I came upon a gentleman painting
on a canvas. It caught my interest when he sighted
and made eye contact with me about 8 feet away.
Suddenly, I was taken aback as it would appear that
He began painting a picture of me. From a blank canvas,
he proceeded to paint at a pace I had never seen and began
with a FOREHEAD covered with aging lines and sweat.
The sheer sight of that forehead brought drops of
sweat to my forehead.
There seems to have been a prophetic link between
the painter, the canvas, and myself, uniting us like
the confluence of rivers.
Little did I expect that he would be painting a picture
of me. As he proceeded with great brevity and skill,
every aspect of the painting created a like-effect
on myself. As he continued, with watery EYES, he said
such eyes portrayed my own, filled with cares and burdens
of hurting people.
The EARS he painted were larger than normal and embraced
with signs seen only by those needing to speak in confidence
to a trusted one. The tired, weary, and lonely souls knew
that the ears were special and designed to listen to their
cries of neglect and pain; to their disappointment, mistakes,
and misfortunes.
As the painter began with a normal-looking NOSE, he assured me
that the nose was lightyears from normality because it was equipped,
not to pass judgment on the sins of mankind, but to filter what came
through it. And like a tree taking in carbon dioxide and giving out oxygen, such was the nose of my own that he painted.
Lastly, the talented and prophetic painter paused and stared at me
just before starting on the MOUTH. There were no critical words of
caution from him or the mouth he painted. Notwithstanding, unspoken
words flowed into my heart and soul, igniting a change in the way and
tone of my speech. I was therefore informed that my lips of dust must henceforth release more words of divine love.
Not all of our lives are like a box of chocolate, never knowing what we
are going to get. Sometimes, God unveils the essence of our lives in mysterious ways. In my case, it is a 'never-ending story'. But it started
with a blank canvas.
I used to steal to make a living
Now I catch those with horrible upbringings
I was a legend in my neighborhood until high school
Then I was taught that stealing and mischief was not cool
I served in the Navy after school for four years
Now I am a DARE cop in the districts ears
I have busted several students with drugs
Discovering their drug dealers lowly scugs
I had one case that took my heart away
A young mans courageous story I am about to relay
His name is Kyle Summers a 5th grader
His efforts were never greater
His older brother Mike was part of a local gang
Murder Mike was his alias nickname
He never murdered anyone though he did like to fight
One afternoon he picked a fight that wasn’t right
A drug dealer Cameron Danz was lacing his Marijuana with meth
Which wasn’t likely to be anything less then death
Mike saw this and confronted Cameron about who was to receive
It was a couple of first timers with a curiosity for weed
Take their money and get rid of some customers was his plan
For he had no more coming in for a monthly span
A fight ensued when the first timers where his brothers friends
He was hospitalized because Cameron hit him with his Benz
At the hospital Mike told Kyle of the horrible intentions
So Kyle set out for their fates prevention
He ran to me while school was just starting
And I called their parents to give them warning
They relayed that the kids already left for school
I jumped in my car and looked for them too
Kyle had seen the drop off point and left school to help
When he showed up the drugs where being dealt
Kyle shouted as loud as he could to warn
They heeded his call and cast away the drugs in the barn
Cameron was infuriated with this and dashed
With all the drugs and a fair amount of cash
Smiles filed the boys faces when he ran
Though they never expected to see him again
He returned with a gun and held them in place
“Beg or you get it in the Face!”
Kyle held still and yet maintained eye contact
That’s what set off his violent attack
Cameron shot in a rage and emptied the clip
In shock Kyle fell forward more than a slip.
I showed up and tackled Cameron just a little late
I couldn’t save him he soon met his fate
In my eyes he saved his friends and died
Though now I live with it and sometimes cry
I wish you had waited and given me a chance,
But instead you text me so excited she gave you a glacne.
It was rushed and blurred,
Swift by clean,
It was the type of attraction, I wish, you had towards me.
It was the type of glance that had you circling the fire holding drinks,
Pulling close to come another, giggling to each others secrets and laughing at failed dates.
It meant going swimming in early June and bringing an extra pair of goggles,
Blasting a music in your car listening to likewise tunes, completely unaware of the world outside them.
It was the type of look that immediately hatched butterflies in your stomach,
That had made you light as they flew you high into the open air.
The type of glare that had you struggling to make contact back with the earth,
As if too far, too high, to land means falling even further than you already have.
It was the type of eye contact that took the heart from your chest,
Stopping the blood-flow to your arms and your lungs,
Leaving you panting, but not for air, but for more of her.
You see it wasn’t the simple change between the direction of their eyes,
Those few short seconds equally shared between them had begun an addiction.
Something cheap and manageable, the best high you could ever feel without the risk of killing yourself,
But rather to give yourself, to be willing to live the rest of their lives for each other.
You see I’d give my life for you, so to have to give my life to you sounds easy.
So I wish you had waited, and given me the chance,
The chance to show you who I can be, the type of person who can show up carefree,
The type of person who can be who you need me to be.
I’ll be the type of person who brings a pillow and blanket on a road trip in case you want to sleep,
And I’ll drive all the way there even if it’s a long journey of many hours, I won’t stop, won’t sleep, until we finally reach our destination.
I’ll be the type of person to take you out to eat wherever and pay the bill even with a 30 percent tip,
Just because having you with me makes me a better person, it makes me euphoric.
So I wish you had waited and given me the chance,
But instead you text me so excited she gave you a glance,
It was soft and meaningful,
But quick and sleet,
It was the type of attraction, I wish, you could see in me.
Day 1
I fall—not through space
something thinner—
like light stretched
too far
across the skin of a thought
I buried years ago
The tunnel hums
with memory—
a child’s scream rising into laughter,
the sting of ozone before the storm
the flicker between blinks
where everything vanishes
Darkness
Sun blinds—
Day 2
The sky is a calm equation—
no clouds, no noise,
just light folded neatly
like fresh hospital sheets
The grass soft as breath.
No bugs. No bruises.
Everyone wears a gentle smile
like they’re born with softness
“Hello, Alice.”
They say it like a blessing.
They say it like I belong.
The air is perfectly
warm, like an infant’s cradle
Day 7
They say God
carved this world out with scalpels
—not one corner flawed
Every turn I’m greeted with
a warm, prepared smile,
“Hello, Alice.”
Nothing bleeds.
Knives are ornaments.
They assume I was born
with the scars on my wrist.
Even sorrow comes in silk-lined boxes,
labeled, packed,
ready to ship away
I tried to cry
The air wiped the tears dry
The silence tastes sweet here
and I cringe at the taste of sugar
Day 18
I tore up the garden today.
The tulips giggled
as I snapped their necks.
No dirt beneath—just
velvet lining.
I screamed into my reflection
in the lake with no ripples.
She smiled back
lips curled at a planned angle
I wandered around the city
grabbing strangers by the wrists
I want to shake their smile off their faces—
What hurts here? I ask
They blink:
What’s that?
Day 19
A couple invited me to dinner.
Ray and Jay.
They’ve never fought.
They finish each other’s sentences
like synchronized clocks.
They agree
on the color of the sheets,
the taste of strawberries,
how long to hold eye contact.
I watched them toast to peace.
I wanted to scream
just to see if they’d flinch—
I don’t know how much more I can take.
Day ??
I stepped off the roof
Not for death, no—
i just want a crack in the lined tiles
hair unravelled by wild wind
a cut that stings before it heals
But the air caught me,
soft as a baby’s first blanket
I landed on a bed of
roses with no thrones
Ray helped me up
while Jay offered me apple tea
“Hello, Alice,” they said
“Welcome back to the dream.”
I had known and interacted with him for at least twenty years. It would be great if I could remember the first time I met him, but I shall never forget the LAST time I looked into his eyes.
He was a staff pastor at our church with multiple assignments. Never have I met anyone more dedicated to his ministry.
We were happy when he consented to take some extra time off. At first, it was announced that he would be on a 30-day sabbatical, but I'm not sure if anyone knew that his sabbatical would be interrupted. During that period, he had a medical appointment that proved very negative. Following that appointment, another announcement was made of his condition. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that was of the none-treatable variety. He was given a short time to live and we all took it very hard.
It was decided that our church would have a celebration of his life before his demise. There were many people at the amazing service, but I was able to make eye contact with him and his family. I thought that was the closest I would come to saying goodbye to our beloved pastor. However, as I was driving out of the parking lot, I spotted him in his daughter's car engaged with others. I knew that this moment with him alive might be my LAST. So I stopped, and exiting my vehicle, I proceeded quickly and stooped my head through the window while he was speaking with someone else. I kissed him on the forehead and slowly walked away, sadly. That was the LAST time I touched him, the LAST time I saw him alive, but that affectionate moment will last a lifetime.
11272018PoSoupContest, The Last, Silent One; 2P
Had a moment to collect the tickets
Punching out the timecard to the apocalypse
A striptease stripper with syntax and enjambment
Graphic designer's valviloculus pleristaminis in an ordinary garden
Many try to pluck me as a weed
Aforetime rose from a park of simplicity
Frozen in a piece of sap, timeless; the shears remain
Closing their fists to pump in the air polluted with rabble
Always aiming fingertips at me
They never hear the caoineadh at the end of the block
Now I sit attentive, straight because I want to, and middle fingers up
Voice echoes that silences their babble
"All that power, and you aim it at the one helping others"
Shift in their stature but rictus in their feature
Unlike most times my voice is softest
"I've watched you let something beautiful die for the hue
Our ténèbres shade on the petals flew
Now it is alabaster, what say you?"
A murmuring mobster-made man moved maliciously
"You write horror that terrifies people
We don't want to be afraid anymore"
My feet slid on that cobblestone sidewalk towards him
"Then use your gifts as a weapon like you did in this moment
Why do you think you're afraid of my writing?"
The wind picked up speed and the sky became nightmarish
Rain poured in tidal waves, a bloodbath
"You killed poetry... and I'll never let you all forget that
You're afraid of failure... can still do something to save literature"
He shook his head side/side slowly
"We choose empathy"
"... well I choose Hurricanes"
Lightning in violet flowers above
One by one mechanical snakes slithering up, anacondas
Any that approached me were met with plasma
For a moment me that man and I made eye contact
Before he was wrapped, slowly squeezing out every word
Then swallowed whole and absorbed as data
Serpents hiss dial-up before leaving/leaving behind entrails
What was left for ourselves, for our children's children?
Pandora, I'm sorry, it can't be closed, hope is tainted
It keeps rising, waist, chest, neck, sanguinary baptism
My thoughts as the taste of iron kisses my lips
Was there anything but darkness, where is the light?
... It never existed, a myth that never came true
... I'll die knowing I did what I could, my hand remains unethical
"Astramentous inkling in a crystal bowl"
_Why is the question....
Why should I turn into the culprit when I'm supposed to be victim
Why should I always be on the wrong
Is it because the Bible says I come from your rib
Is that why you're making me pay??
Was I at fault that I was created that way??
Tell me!!I need an answer
Why am I supposed to be at fault when I get raped?
The moment it leaks that I'm a victim of rape you always have something to say
Like,oh I bet she was drunk
Oh I bet she seduced him
Oh I bet her clothing wasn't proper
Oh she should learn not to go out at night...why can't I be free in my own country
Oh i bet she made eye contact
Why can't I be the victim that's not at fault..from the onset why should I be the victim...why can't you wait for my consent
WAIT FOR A YES!!
Why do you have to force me into something I don't want
When I tell my momma..uncle raped me
It's hush...what kind of child are you
You want to cause shame to my family
Keep quiet..not another word
But why..why can't I speak up
You know it's wrong
Not like all that is enough
When I get divorced
They'll say oh I bet she cheated
Oh I bet she can't give him kids
Oh look at her I bet she can't even cook
I bet she can't even satisfy her own man
Y should I always be on the wrong?
Why can't you wait for me to tell my side of the story
When my husband cheat
It's how can he not cheat,I bet she doesn't give him any attention anymore,I bet she is lazy,look at her she got fat now,but I'm fat because I brought his kids to the world..carried them nine months..atleast can't you see that..but I guess not..cause I'm always wrong
When I get killed by my husband
They'll say I bet she cheated
Or I bet her obedience was lacking
Or look at her she was crazy I bet she started the fight
Why do I always have to be the culprit??
Is it because I seem weak??
When my husband dies
I bet she killed him
I bet she was only after his money
Why Africans!why is that she is always on the wrong??
When I can't bare kids
She is killing them
I bet it's because of the abortions she been commiting
She's always busy Chasing after money where could she get the time to make kids
People!!why do I have to be labelled as bad ???? why can't you see good in me
Why is it always "she" not "he"_
I fell,
I wouldnt tell.
Clouded by old fear,
No words of comfort I could hear.
Karma returned,
then the tables were turned.
I felt what they did,
and I see how far I've slid.
Remembering my strength,
I was willing to go the length.
Feet used to dance in the dew,
So why cant I make this new?
Standing up in my place
Words of the music begin to trace,
I fade out the world,
and my wings unfurled.
Letting go,
letting be
letting free
Letting me.
Memories of a dark room,
Two spotlights watched me bloom.
The words imprinting on my soul.
Making me feel whole.
The music caressed my skin,
Feeling the scars of where I have been.
And loving them
Letting the music thrum
For the first time,
I lay hands on my self with care
with no thought to hurt or tear
I loved what I found
not caring about the pound
I loved my self:
Hands above my head
all doubt has fled.
traveling to the back of my neck
thinking of my past's wreck.
They went down my side,
I dont want to hide.
Hands find my waist,
suprised with what I faced.
I had curves,
electricity ran through my nerves.
I felt beautiful.
no matter my past strife,
for the first time in my life
I felt beautiful.
I felt Beautiful.
The song come to an end,
I let the holes in my heart mend
A room full of girls,
their souls shining like pearls
Tears form on my eyes,
I feel my power arise.
Strength beond compare
Go ahead and stare.
Because Im not afraid of what you'll find
How long have I been blind?
Still in the brink of my youth
Hiding my self from the truth.
I stand tall infront of the stars,
my past riddled with scars,
Life pulsing in my chest
Knowing I am blessed.
Saying my contract,
I have no fear of eye contact.
This is who I am
and if you don't like it, I dont give a damn.
I raise my head,
Ready to change the unsaid.
bliss flowing in my fingertips,
I open my lips.
"I am a beautiful, free, and mature young woman, who loves and trusts herself "
This is me,
As strong as can be,
This is me,
Now I am free.
This is me
No matter what you see
and this time
I found my power on my own strength.
~This is me; a beautiful, free, and mature young woman who loves and trust herself.~ And nothing can change that.
It was nothing but eye contact
Because we haven't uttered a word
That was all we could do to interact
I prayed for the right decision from the lord
Didn't matter how beautiful her eyes were
Because they stabbed me in the heart…..
Like a cutting edge sword
It was nothing but eye contact
Because honestly I was afraid to act
Though I knew she wanted and expected me to
But I had no courage to make it through
It was nothing but eye contact
I know she was disappointed in me
But she had to forgive me
Because a high school student could do what?
Actually he anything could do not!
It was nothing but eye contact
But eventually I even lost it
Hiding her eyes from me was a fact
And that price I could never cost it!
It was nothing but eye contact
Though she tried many times…..
To make a conversation
I was avoiding her with no real explanation
What made us apart and kept the separation
Were my unreasonable fears and hesitation
It was nothing but eye contact
For months we didn't speak a word
I was worrying about her and my feet got cold
But she didn't care about people and was so bold
Will she ever tear up that page or even fold?
Will I ever get a chance to tell her….
What I should have told?
It was nothing but eye contact
But when she showed me her love
I didn't know how to react
The only thing I did was putting her off
She may never know how for me that was tough
Though I did that for her own sake
I still blame myself for it….
As my own mistake!
It was nothing but eye contact
Will I ever forget her glamorous hazel eyes…..
And her cute dimples when she smiles?
Will I ever forget how funny she is and pretty?
And how playful she is just like a little kitty!
It was nothing but eye contact
What I can never forget is our last look
And how painful it was and how long it took
I've been searching but……
Couldn't find out in any book
About that way to say good bye!
It was nothing but eye contact
And our eyes had a pact
Which was broken…..
The moment I saw her eyes sad and red
Since then our eyes never met
And my heart knew it was the end
It was my fault that I now regret
The love that out of my hands slipped
Because it was nothing but eye contact!
Canon Beach Oregon
Present Day
Silver rain wrapped her following fingers around Douglas Firs.
Ocean was the ballerina dancing.
Flash after flash she took pictures of nightfall landscapes while hanging upside down on her third story deck.
Suddenly to her haunted horror liquid landscapes froze.
Full moon traced Death's skull while his eyes floated as clouds and his ebony cloak saturated night.
Oh the sight!
Oh the sight!
Nightmare night!
She slipped into her home and hoped to be unseen for she knew what would transpire...
Death strutted towards her in his skeleton stride.
"Pinstripe mouse, my beloved Cassaro I have a mission for you. You are..."
Cassaro drank hot whiskey from her hidden flask.
"You drink too much cheese!"
"You need to polish your bones."
Death now reiterated, "Again, I have a..."
Cassaro ignored him and drank more. She placed the empty bottle on the counter.
"Now I desire steel cheese." She whipped her jade covered stiletto and climbed upon him with eye to eye contact.
"Go right ahead and de-claw me,"
"Oh Skeleton Cat..." she sighed.
She threw her knife down as if it was a dirty rag.
Death firmly stated, "Cassaro, you need your plethora of pills"
She languishing released herself from his bony frame. Then clasped the bottle and shards slid down the wall.
She screamed, "Let my mortality melt into mush! Let my skull sink into the afterlife sands!"
Death slammed his scythe into the carpet ground slashing everything in sight like an earthquake. He throws his ebony cape onto the wall. It became a screen television. Seething with fury he threatened her, "There are 20 children that will perish if you die!"
Happy laughter with smiling faces were the moat around her island heart. Tears rushed as a roaring waterfall down her face.
Death with his ruby halo recognized that she finally understood.
His skeleton frame filled with human flesh, climbing bone after bone.
A crew cut of bronze brown hair framed his forceful face.
He reached out his human hand to her.
She glanced into his amber eyes and immediately glaspsed it. The harmony between the two of them was in full regal reconciliation.
They both turned into steam and disappeared.
December 27th 2015