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My tears are constantly trembling, reminding me that I am broken. Why would anyone ever love me anyway is a thought that runs through my head a little too often. I am traumatized from a childhood everyone dreams of never wanting yet I am still expected to stand tall as if nothing happened. And it’s hard! Okay, it’s hard to act like I am fine when in reality I am struggling to not fall apart. It is hard to put on a strong front like my blunt words aren’t a secret call for help that no one ever gets. I slowly lose hope that I will ever escape from an invisible prison of expectations that I can not meet. Expectations that fall dead at my feet because I am weak. I am never going to be the perfect image everyone is waiting for me to achieve because I am sick of being a puppet for everyone to beat. I am a person like you, you see? I have needs and wants and hopes and dreams. I have a soul, though you might not know what that means, I’m human. I bleed the same as you and though I might not get as much sleep, I’m human. I have emotions and feelings that can be broken because I’m human. And you may never know what I go through because I'm isolated and muted. So I don’t get hurt by the mutants that make you feel worthless with their patronizing dialect and outlook that is polluted.
Many years loved, many years lost
A hearts once love Lost Love
Young and free they was no care
Destiny unknown road traveled
Journey, a meet paths cross
Gentle in kindness bound to fall apart
A dream, Feel for a Lost Love
A reality of a journey they both knew
Even the first kiss was deadly
But the warmth untold
A hearts desire no matter the difference
He was of age, she was barely legal
He had father's permission
A promise to be a real man!
Two hearts they fell in love
Feel for a Lost Love, many rolled by
Days was years, love always remain
Even down the road beauty still persist
Destiny's can be chances even in heart
As journeys are purpose she wears his heart
It not red or run with veins
Its not darken but shell it covers
But she carries it both in life
Its not just his love but hers as well
Feel for Lost Love that never die
Another love that never started
Tie my hands and lay me on a bed of fire
Unleash ultimate fantasy in your mind
Do something bad like you've never done before
Let me feel it's good while our bodies are on the floor
Your alluring lips are as strong as beer
Touch my weakness and show me no fear
Slowly undress what bothers in your heart
It's you and me at the moment, we don't fall apart
Kiss me with compassion and own me tonight
This love is burning... goes to an intimate fight
I need your aggression, your strength, your body
I won't blame you for being a theif of my innocence
Turn off the lights and show me darkness
I am dying to feel your presence as it crawls to me each moment
We are the worst people unveiling the best crime
So let's make the most out of it while time never stops
I miss the longing of our love
When it walked on babies legs
And you clung to me
Like I learned to cling to you
Before dreams of shattered teeth
Before my heart bore you to sleep
With falsely warm arms wrapped around my chest
Do You Love Me Anymore?
To nights sleepless in Berlin
And early morning sunrises
And the most pleasant surprise
That you hadn't left me after all
Now you don't even call
Even ask
So I fall apart
far from your eyes
For now, to see me, they must beg and seek
My ego, shriveled back in its shell
I tried to warn you, Erudite
Loving a child never ends well.
The path to wisdom is through the ears not the mouth
It's when you choose to speak that it all goes south
If you seek knowledge through power
It is an illusion merely designed to make others cower
And the end result is a sanctimonious soul
Forever fractured and painted black like coal
The path to enlightenment is paved with sacrifice and tears
And you will surely be tested by all of your fears
All paths lead to salvation as if they were the roads to Rome
You just have to have strength to make it home
It is the small quiet moments when nobody else is around
That the real you can finally be found
When you think nobody is looking are your morals still real
Or did you convince yourself you forgot how to feel
Your life might be a highway littered with mistakes
But that is no reason to put your foot on the brakes
Knowledge is born in the mind, compassion is born in the heart
To live without one or the other is to slowly fall apart
You could be damned a thousand times but still be saved
By those who braved the storm and paved
A road to righteousness that you don't have to walk alone
And with head held high you listen and show you've grown
For the path to wisdom is through the ears not the mouth
But no longer does it mean when you speak it all goes south
Do I politically understand you
YHWH
enough
to predict you enjoy your unpersonified ego
as partly successful predator-light
racing against mortality shared by all living species
because we are not yet godly resilient enough?
To meet your supreme judgmental win/lose zero-sum standards
of natural/spiritual dual/dark degeneration.
Have you deliberately,
with full intent,
designed living systems
to fall apart
beyond our internal capacity
to perpetually regenerate?
To fragment, eventually
degrade beyond autonomous recognition,
Like an autumn leaf
leaving ego's immortal goddess tree of life behind
to fertilize future god-souled roots
of nutritional RNA
healthy DNA
fertility of EarthMother's'
self-perpetuating regenerativity;
yet still squabbling,
on co-empathic occasion,
in-between whether the apostrophe
goes lefts or rights
of our original EarthSouls's.
Do I understand you
YHWH
regeneratively win/win inclusive enough?
For godly-humane compassion,
resilient interdependent yang-yin communication,
to live within hypothetical hyphen's'
spiraling temporal health and happiness roots
ZeroZen
nutritional multi-regenerational imagination.
My house blew clear to Texas the cowboy said.
His spittle hit a saddle, and my face turned red.
He was crude for sure, but his stories were great.
I waited to hear more, and it was worth the wait.
He had stories about tornadoes and rattlesnakes too.
Shared some horrific details about hangings before he was through.
Why do you listen to that old coot? My mama said.
She does not know the beauty of an old crazy man’s head.
He can entertain the best of us with stories of far away.
Much farther than most of us will ever travel if Ma has her say.
“Past Abilene that old house began to fall apart, he said with a grin.
I love his stories, his mannerisms, his invented words, and his fantastical vim.
The years would come and the years would go
Following their journey, I would often wonder
Where is the laughter? Where is the glow?
Will I ever know the beautiful heard in thunder?
The years would come and the years would go
Following the feelings, blessing so abundant
Would my heart melt? Would I ever know…
The splendor of loving, gentling so redundant
The years would come and the years would go
Following the miracles, the love God would bestow
On the heart who believes and shines so…
There is amazement, even in the darkest shadow
The years would come and the years would go
Following the silence, dreams inspiring the heart
Remembering to shine like a brilliant Van Gogh,
One who believes this love will never fall apart
The years would come and the years would go
Following the laughter, abiding in the kindest eyes
Piercing promises, peace and praise, forever flow
Awakening the soul to serenity, love that never dies
Over the years tears fell like rain,
drowning any hope in my heart.
And fragile dreams immersed in pain,
slowly began to fall apart.
Shunning rules of propriety,
you placed yourself first and me last.
And fueled by anxiety,
love's allocated to the past.
I remember the tender hugs
that once made me feel ten feet tall.
And your funny, innocent shrugs,
I recall the charm of it all.
When you ran off, I changed the locks,
now all that's left is bitter tears.
For, despite my pleas and long talks,
your cheating grew over the years.
You went where I couldn't follow,
and yet, you beg forgiveness still.
But your empty words ring hollow,
you don't love me and never will.
Life was perfect, without a flaw,
till I became yesterday's toy.
And you loaded that final straw
that broke my heart and stole my joy.
(Quatrain)
12/29/2015
Ebony inks the emptiness of space,
highlighting the stars that adorn the night.
And as Luna rises to take Her place
day's shifting shadows morph into twilight:
as the moon and sun attempt to embrace.
Dusk dons a sequined, ethereal shawl,
as distant stars twinkle in the darkness.
And the sound of a chirping cricket's call,
breaks the silence imposed by dusk's starkness:
its lone serenade; heralding nightfall.
Shadows surrender their shape to the night;
like rippling ribbons ruffled by the moon.
And playing hide and seek with Luna's light;
they get haphazardly scattered and strewn,
stretching and shrinking in and out of sight.
Dawn's first light pierces the night's ebon heart,
thrusting through its impenetrable shield.
And fragmented silhouettes fall apart
as darkness capitulates, forced to yield
to the sun, as a new day gets its start.