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Cause & Effect
Arriving indifferently,
We suffer;
Then not, Then so,
Then not.
There are trees
And things around you.
Call them things around you.
A roar at dawn, each day
Arrives in tears;
Bringing a rain
That may cleanse your air.
There may be despair.
You make it different,
By giving it a different name.
And when the heart of the lion
Beats another dawn,
You will become the rain
That will cleanse another’s air.
Sometimes I like to stand at the edge of night and sing without words
I am free and I can watch closely how the hour breaks apart into a thousand shards of glass,
my bare soles touch the cold asphalt like the skin of an angel fallen from old maps,
I had just finished reading a book about people who forget how to dream,
and I went out into the street where the streetlamps burned like candles at the world's bedside,
a silver-furred dog ran between the legs of a crowd asleep on the inside.
Of course my pity had gone past every boundary my tired body knew,
I walked barefoot among people who watched indifferently as the sky cracked in two,
there were lights gone out and a great deal of silence buried in their pockets,
I could no longer go back to the house with blind windows and carpets of ash,
I walked, just as I was, in a nightshirt thin as a prayer, into the first lost garden along the way.
The people passing by looked at me in wonder, as if before an ancient miracle,
as though they had never before seen a man holding hands with a wandering moon,
I was determined never to return to the city with hearts buried in concrete,
I had grown used to this new silence, soft as the wing of a sleeping bird,
the silver dog had started to laugh, to bark old songs and tell stories from other worlds.
We sat down then on the cold ground, playing with blades of grass like violin strings,
we reached the edge of the city, where the train tracks fade into fog and memory,
beyond the field there was no one left to disturb our peace, only a forest and a green strip of sky,
we took off our shirts heavy with doubt, we took off even the names weighing on us like stones,
we ran through the grass, we climbed through the trees, and we flew, weightless, alongside their birds.
We soon reached the green strip of sky, full of angels and nameless birds,
morning had come, a morning so new that even the shadows didn't recognize it,
the people left below, in their city of stone, began to laugh in wild bursts,
my shirt floated around my neck like a scarf woven from abandoned dreams,
and it surprised me greatly, because up there, in that light, I no longer knew what shame meant.
TO BREATHE OR NOT TO BREATHE
A nursing sister in ICU walks desperately from bed to bed,
Can you breathe my dear she fist asks Val, then Ted,
They look at her with fear of death in their eyes,
Struggling to breathe, Val says my family, tell them, but she dies!
Doctors and nurses are trying their best to save lives,
To help patients breathe as their heaving chest tries,
Ted is nearing his end, the sister holds his trembling hand,
Tell them I love them, the pain he can no longer stand!
Nursing staff round the world, bewildered, have tried hard,
This unseen enemy has intense power, it holds the jokers card,
Daily they hear people saying ‘Please help, I can’t breathe’,
Helpless, hopeless families cannot on their grave place a wreath!
Hospitals help people breathe, yet others constrict breathing,
Floyd known as a gentle giant 6’ 6” tall, had done prison confining,
For 5 years, convicted in 2009, but left all his past life behind
And worked in several places where he was always well liked.
A teenager phoned the police to say he was given a forged $20-00 note,
They arrived, forced Floyd to the ground, put a knee on his throat,
I can’t breathe he kept saying, called for his mom, for over eight minutes
They were indifferently stopping his breathing, they surpassed all limits.
Black people say they are targeted around the world, protesting, riots,
A Presidents answer was to bring out the army, he tried to quiet
The masses, but the people got angry and showed their rage
Pandora’s box opened, a new era in History is about to stage!
NOT FOR CONTEST
The breeze kissed my finger tips as you slipped from my grasp,
floating slowly, gently with tender dancing petals,
to rest in the waiting hands of the cool deep water.
Your blood red lips beckon me to follow your lilting whirl
through each step of your careening slow waltz
as the pulsing ripples lead the scarlet of your cloak
further and further from my enchanted eyes.
Slowly resigning yourself to your inevitable fate
you disappear beneath the languid swells to a watery grave,
never more to grace the world with your beautiful smile.
I cast you away as a token of my affection
rejected by the one who could save me from me.
You, my memory,
you my heart,
you the light that sings to my soul,
now the flower that I have cast into oblivion.
I watch transfixed as the fading brilliance of each lonely tear
mingles indifferently into the dark pool that surrounds you,
and I slowly drown in your darkness as you disappear from my sight.
12-17-16
Pretending to be different, pretending to even care
Pretending to be what you are not lies within your stare
Sad to see how unhealthy a life being lived this way
Sad to see how uncharacteristically the Saint you portray
Selfishly to only be something other than what you are
Selfishly to only be your own little shining star
Carelessly you choose not to see the truth in what you feel
Carelessly you choose to be a punisher rather than heal
Intending to be what the liar you intend to be
Intending to be everyones silent enemy
Sad to see the misery that you so desperately need
Sad to see indifferently the knife pierce as your blood bleeds
bmdavey@10/04/2022
Rather than hiding self
behind fine phrases
and flowery words,
isn’t it time to live a life with openheartedness?
If sad and lonely,
cry your heart out to the end.
If life is difficult,
toss on the ground pounding a chest.
If enraged,
let it be flamed fiercely thereby, reducing it to ashes.
If you hate someone, condemn him, curse him and
wish him a miserable death.
While you are doing so, your tear filled eyes are
falling shut to rest your exhausted body,
your long and dark night’s anguish
gradually alleviates to a soothing air of daybreak light,
the flame of your anger loses its intensity under blazing sun.
Your hatred dies out in the layer after layer of soft moonlight.
Although life should be simple,
openhearted and indifferent, why are people,
carrying mortification, while deceiving themselves?
Living life disguised with clumsy make-up
as if a crudely painted face of a breathless body
laying in the coffin decorated with a bouquet of lifeless flowers.
the sun was fixed in the sky
like a fugitive in an orange jumpsuit
radiating anger.
the evergreen forest was shedding
to carpet the steeled winter
earth. pinecones and needles in
a mosaic of brown and green.
the swing set sat neglected
chains rusted, slack like
abandoned moorings.
it creaked under the stress
of your weight, unsure of itself.
its chains, yawning after years
of hibernation, start to sway,
back and forth, picking up
speed and confidence.
In a flash you’re off the
swing, gliding through thick,
wet air to land on your
hands and knees in the
mulch. The intractable wood
opens the soft flesh of your
palms. The strawberry red
blood glistens in the late
Sunday light.
A dog barks indifferently
at the sun as it sheds its
cumbersome bonds and
falls back into the earth.
pardons for the beggar
he knows not what he trades
witness to the rapture
a feather for a spade
preaching him a savior
what alms that would've made
words to sate the hunger
though wordlessly he prayed
threnodies for martyrs
indifferently played
lulling into stupor
those starving to be saved
beneath the skyscrapers
within walls mired and grayed
they all roam encumbered
and silently they pray
ripping through the integuments
of a convivial heaven
sleeping in discontentment
stay cast-away; forgotten
penance for the pauper
watching the cavalcade
of endless wanderers
all dressed in the decay
through torn streets and corners
the grime will never fade
listen to the laughter
the asphalt takes its prey
lumbering across the pavement
the ragged delirious children
wallowing in detriment
stay cast-away; forgotten
still groping for all those long disclosed promises
still hoping for halos when their god could care less
are they conversing with angels
while carrying their own shovels
and quietly knowing too well
when and where to bury themselves
pardons for the beggar
he knows not what he pays
placed his doubt on barter
for faith without a face
he wouldn't consider
to even make a raise
when a dream is offered
it's never there to stay
Good morning silence,
could you tell me
what is it to live...?
It's just that I don't understand
life enough,
I'm a learner of everything...
I understand the further I conceive
I realize that I perceive nothing...
is that living ?
live life like
minor thing, but
i dream life as
huge thing,
look at everything and nothing
i sight or have, tired
from waiting so long,
is this living...?
Life is vibrant,
but I live still...
life runs speedy,
and i am here always
stagnant... at the banks
at the train, in the car,
always seeing life
pass...
To observe life is to live?
Different people,
passing indifferently...
diverse people,
various garments,
different thoughts,
different destinations...
I attempt to understand
and I don't comprehend,
to understanding is living ?
Now in front of the
house gate, i review
the family, knowing over
things, turn on the radio
listen to news. and then I ask:
is that living ?
The silence does not answer...
Tiredness hits heavy,
the head now rests...
Tomorrow morning again
the ancient routine of living
life, life continue...
I don't wait for anyone
and it is necessary,
live life...!
It seems difficult to witness the last moments
Of your near and dear ones
But in reality I witnessed
The last calm heaves of my father
Without the slightest agony
My father
Lain on the hospital bed
Eyes half closed
With only the stare of death
Hazily glittering through the half ajar lids
Heaved once or twice
The monitor indifferently recording
The fast decreasing pulse rate
The incessant AC chilling the air
And then
It was all over
It was the perfect moment
I should have broken down on his still warm body
All the agony, pangs, tears abound
Following the impeccable script
But
I could not
I didn’t weep out
I just stepped out of the cabin
And felt dazed amidst the crowd
I even slept untroubled that night
The next morning
As I entered the lonely room of my father
And looked at the empty bed
With his specs waiting sullenly
His stick leaning on the wall
All his books pining silently
Perhaps they guessed their master’s absence
At that very moment
I felt something happening inside me
A benumbing cry rose from my heart
An uncontrollable one, it choked my throat
Tears, holy tears, bless me, enchant me
I really want to break myself free
From the deep, dark crevices of life