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gaslight me the movie
of my underdeveloped consciousness
give me a hand
take thine arm
without the silent treatment
and a thank you
for the mind fook
hoovering is not allowed
this is not magic but it is
never seen a fly so brave
the invitation is in the mail
RSVP the art intelligentsia
or Milly`la`Foret's lost inheritance
embodyed in the stereotype
of conceptual oopart
padded by manipulative faking
whack my loot
thu nigh thy sacred book
smiell my surrender thighs
over a fabricated link
burning real Benjamins
to the sound of Marilyn Manson
pareidolia
patterns and wormholes and time loops
time present and future coexist
what to do with such knowledge
carved into the limestone
surrounding a city like distrust
lifted in grey moire
over a living ocean
rocked over engraving rollers
in the arms of a sleeping monster
whatever it is
it's right up ahead
everything weighed and measured
the metrology of red flags
illumated under ambient withholding
dreamt up into a real world
of Indian parenting techniques
dormant till spring
into the arms of the universal awakening
a kinetic toy is walking
must be the bravest sub of all
to have turned off all notifications
under a gas light on the green screen
splitting personalities
abannan soleil and mistel
disclosed and made public
spinning on the golden wheel
eyes glaring a dupper's delight
hidden underneath an unkept beard
chin up and hands down recoiling
the circuit does not always
go round and round
it comes from underground
with little steps
tip toe in the dark
the water is warmer for you there
peowetling peowian
it's not from where i am
cold in the head
cold shoulder painted red
don't pay your rent all at once
is a forever later game.
by a rinelle in Catemaco
reddish purple about the neck
innocent and unsecured
not noosed nor snared
skilled in mysteries and kindness
i mind here finely prepped
a synomyn in liminal space
past your window into another's partition
If my muse chose to leave the comfy clouds
To give me a hand in toiling this land
Pray, I trust he would be one so bold,
So ferocious, yet, so tender at the same time!
With the world he would battle
So as to have me smiling at all times
While to my heart he would have submitted
Fearing neither the loss of his ego nor that of his might!
Yes, if my muse chose to be human,
He would make sure that to him solely I remain attracted
While keeping, around him, an air of solid authority
One which would give the world the impression that I merely obey!
When instead, I become the one to rule, with my feminine gait
My creative tempo and my hidden world
To him I would have unveiled my soul, fearing naught
For, after all, my muse already knows me inside out!
Pray, together, we would have walked on forbidden paths
When the sun would have dozed off and we would have attempted
To build a ladder so high, that climbing it would have allowed us both
To reach the comfy clouds, the glowing moon and the realm of dreams!
If my muse were here, on Earth, pray, he would have me enlaced
At all times, in between the arms of his love
Caring solely to glorify me and my load of imperfections
So that, to be allowed to glance at the depth of his eyes each night
I would have made it a must to beg Death to allow us an eternity to love!
Autism Life
No words spoken, Just Silence, Hand flapping, sudden outbursts, kicking, screaming about, nothing new to a Autism mom,
were used to the stares, the comments made under your breath, you think we dont hear you, your quick to judge, quick to made a hastly retreat. Just thinking your lucky stars it doesn't happen in your home.
Public places such as library's, malls, grocery stores, even our neighborhood church, these places are a welcome site for any typical child, as long as you dont have to deal with a out of control child, who has no control of his/her behavior, you are glad you are able to frequent these places whenever you please.
But for a mom of an child with autism, its a nightmare, the noises, the lights, the large crowds, the loud music, is too much, its like having a million voices screaming at you at the same time, if you want to see what its like, please stand in line.
If you want to be helpful, if you truly care, I have a few tips for you, Dont judge, listen, dont stare, help with a grasp of our hand, Tell me you understand, come help me with my out of control child, who is trying hard to calm him/herself the best they can. Come give me a hand, so that i can have five minutes of peace. Come take away my burdens, make my load light,
Because what I have just told you, is truly and honestly, the 24/7 hectic, sad, sometmes isolating life of a Mother of Autism's life..
Falling, I don't know what to do
Down the lane, all thoughts sink
Traveling through my own blue
Coming, I feel Thy eyes' jot blink
You give me a hand in my hand
All thoughts give way, blue brand
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Listening to the rays of Thy eyes light
I thought everyone has just said goodbye
Shining gradually brighter triggers fright
Happy yet couldn't lift my stiffed thigh
You give me a hand in my hand oh Lord
All thoughts give way, blue brand sword
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Selecting, I think new to brighten up life
Of certainty is no assurance like change
Constant to check out on one cum strife
Forestalling discipline if by chance estrange
You give me a hand in my hand dear Sir
All thoughts give way, blue brand demur
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Speaking to the test of time cum faith
I beseech grace to accompany my vow
Cos I am a young man toting interfaith
How will I get my place to labor one bow?
Give me a hand in my hand to hold
Before one, that I can stand so bold
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Trying, I have tried to flee many a time
Away from the memory of past belief
Either cool or warm to bury tough crime
Then Clean my house with Joshua's relief
Give me a hand in my hand off sorrow
Before one, that I can stand tomorrow
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Reading out my account on your way
I sensed the night had overtaken light
Either true or false, morning now pay
Darkness hugely to shine out of plight
Give me a hand in my hand cum trouble
Before one, that I can stand to bubble
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
I jumped a bit when the hearse was slammed.
My bones were brittle, and I felt quite damned.
My flesh was starting to gray up, it gave a laugh.
My eyes were sinking, and I felt a draft.
She’s not in there, someone assured my kin.
I knew it was true because of the shape I was in.
I had been confused at the onset of death of course.
I was still angry as hell at that run-away horse!
Can I see her one last time? A familiar voice said.
I was horrified. I did not want this guy to see my body dead.
NO! I yelled NO! But did they hear me? Of course not.
They opened it up and he yelled “She has some dry rot!”
I hate you I said. Get out of my face. You are a worm.
I saw him flinch, back up, scream, and finally squirm.
Don’t let anyone else see me this way! I told the undertaker.
But of course, he did not listen, that sneering give me a hand shaker.
How many more times are you going to open this hearse and lid?
Why don’t you just toss me in the street? I asked my Uncle Sid.
They put me in a hearse and whisked me away in the night.
I was relieved when I saw angels and headed straight toward the light.
I think I lost my way somewhere
I’ve wandered off the map
I’ve gone as far as I might dare
Without setting off a trap
Give me a hand
Show me a sign
With you to back me up
I’ll be just fine
I fear I’m going off the edge
I see but empty air
I stand alone here on the ledge
And I haven’t got a prayer
Give me a call
Throw me a line
With you to back me up
I’ll be just fine
I guess I’ve gone a step too far
And there’s no going back
Sometimes I wonder where you are
Can you get me back on track?
I think our paths
Might just align
With you to back me up
I’ll be just fine
Give me a hand
Show me a sign
With you to back me up
I’ll be just fine
Someone is waiting for you
Nights, walking on the street and drinking, just drinking, and thinking about you
Your memories come from the future, we never meet, I am waiting for the moments
The moments of first seeing, oh life give that incredible feeling! I need that heart!
Yes, that lady, is still unknown, but I know who is she, my dream, I just follow
I just follow my dream, a hope, that she will delete my dark life, change it into light
Enough, it is enough from my decadent life, an angel flies after me, a star in the sky
Someone waiting for you, oh my angel, please, show me the way, I need your hand
Your hand, please, give me a hand, pull me out of the pit of my sins, out of my grave
Give me a new life, a life that is yours always in the world, and in the time. Love far…
Love
you
My sins
your help
is
Loving you
So you say you want to sit on MY cloud.
The view, you say, is rainbows and bluebirds.
I understand you hate your polyester,
Dishwasher safe, blue light special cloud.
It is weak, sagging under the weight of your expectations.
It is no longer fluffy, no longer billowy, no longer white.
It is empty and dingy and flat. Like your soul.
You can't see the best part of my cloud because it is on the inside,
Where it is built from the sweat of a hundred strong women like me.
Where the walls glisten from the tears shed as others like yourself tried to steal our cloud's glory.
But like this cloud, though we look soft and billowy, we are steel, cursing forth our thunder and glaring bolts of lightning to protect ourselves and our own.
My cloud is high now, but it has had its lows.
Where were you when others avoided and mocked us as nothing more than valley fog?
When the view consisted of puddles of want and winds of despair?
Did you once offer me a seat on your cloud?
Did you give me a hand up? Or were you too busy looking down on me?
So excuse me if I block your sun, ruin your picnic, cancel your flight.
But I will never ignore you.
Come closer and I will whisper a message in your ear:
HEY, YOU, GET OFF OF MY CLOUD!!!!
The leaves are falling, the temperature is dropping
My spirit is stalling, my passion is stopping
Who can save me from myself?
Who will be there to help?
I have fallen down, and the weight of the world is upon me
I cannot lift in on my own, for it is far too heavy
Who will come and give me a hand
Who is strong enough to stand?
To carry the human race
To experience His grace
For too long now, I have been trying
But slowly my soul has been dying
Because I am not enough on my own
I was not designed to go it alone
I cannot be a one man army
So I ask for those with a heart
For a dying and broken world
To join me in a new start
Does anyone hear a small hungry child?
Over the sound of a dinner feast
Can anyone hear the roar of a bomber plane?
Over the sound of a new car engine
Does anyone feel the hurricanes destruction?
More than the light breeze of the ceiling fan
Do rags and tattered clothes grab your attention?
Before you buy a new name brand outfit
If you hear and see and feel these things
And it is more important to you than your things
Then come with me, let’s go to the broken
Set the captives free, I am not jokin'
Open your eyes and see
There is a world full of trouble
A world full of hurt
So let’s get out of our bubble
And jump in the dirt
And what is love then?
can you tell me my friend?
is it something I can find?
is it some sort of spell?
has it be seen by anyone?
does it live anywhere?
is it only for the chosen ones?
or for any mongrel on earth?
And what is love then?
I'm feeling a little bit lost
nobody can really explain
the meaning of that word
is it something to achieve?
is it something we can score?
is it some sort of mystery
that I need to solve?
And what is love then?
does it even exist?
or is is just a ghost
crying on the street
dragging heavy chains
calling for its kids
regretting every decision made
begging for mercy?
And what is love then?
come on give me a hand
is it a name carved on a tree
or a heart drawn on the sand?
is it what I feel for my kid?
is it what I felt for man?
or is it only a sweet mirage
and the biggest cruelest scam?
And what is love then?
I really want to know
does it live up high?
does it live down low?
did I drop it by accident?
and it's covered with snow?
do you really know about it?
or just like me... you're not sure at all?
Jessica