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Yup ... there's no question about it,
I'm talking about sex, and all the
Calamity and comedy that surrounds.
Yet I'm not sure if the destiny will
Defer to the clumsy, or if it will
Remain nerve-racking on all grounds.
Because seriously, it is by far the most
Common and popular topic, that virtually
Everyone is scared to death to talk about.
Starting with the basics, the birds & bees,
Before graduating to STD's, I often
Wonder if the birthrate is in doubt.
This nauseating nervousness stays with
Us always, from the first dance to the
Last nuptial that we profess.
So as long as those butterflies keep
Flittering, we might get lucky with a
Sexual encounter, I guess.
It seems ironic that something so natural,
Can bestow so much anxiety with the
Mere thought of its success.
While we fumble along, sometimes pulling
A loose foot out of our mouth, but who knows,
We've done more with less.
The city is dotted in little wooded sanctuaries. One on the corner of Forsyth and Luckie, a pair of twins on Hill St. If you’re lucky sometimes you can glimpse a group of four or more. I know of one but that’s a well kept secret, you’ll have to find it on your own.
I’m not entirely sure who planted these little arbor islands. I would imagine the people who paved gray runways and built buildings of burnt brick and spotted marble placed a few in a moment of guilt, built up stone by stone until the weight became too heavy to bear. So they brought a few strong trees back into the concrete mire.
You have to admire their wooden resolution though, they persevere in their 4x4 plots of land filled with intractable mulch, dry, hard dirt and a layer of plastic and styrofoam topsoil. Their branches scrape the second story windows, their emaciated fingers attempt to push through grout and stone. They reach with eager, upturned palms for open air.
I was admiring the white, spring blooms today when men came with silver spears and saw-tooth blades to trim the branches on DeKalb. The tree’s wooden fingers severed at the joints, veins bleeding sap onto the once clean blades. As the final limb fell, time cut back 6 months, I couldn’t help but laugh.
To The Lady I Will Be
You're going to look at me and think
"What in the world were you thinking"
But best believe at the time it seemed right
Loving so hard and holding on tight
You're going to look back and wonder
"Why didn't you do this instead"
But trust me, the repercussions would've been outstanding
You know, for being a clown at every instance
You're going to be high valued damaged good
Pretty ironic, isn't it?
That's because you will always contradict yourself
Always wanting what's best for them, never for you
Yet cry and hopelessly yearn for the favour to be returned
You're going to be an artist
Not of pen and paper
But of flesh and bones
And your wrists will be your gallery
You're going to be so broken, future self
I'll not sugar-coat and sweeten the lemon
But you're also going to be loving
Broadcasting the pure heart you tried to hide from what you thought was venom
You're going to find someone you won't hurt
Someone who will know you for every piece
You're going to be loved a million times
For that's the number of all your cries
You're going to fall in love one last time
And you will feel alive for being in the lime
From each of your broken pieces
True happiness will overflow with peace
Dear future self, our past and present were disasters of nature
Or probably of our own doings
We do reap what we sow, after all..
But then again, we own no field and have no show
Why oh why not commit suicide
Rather than unalive other people
There is a blackness in a heart
To do such a thing for any reason
Of course one must be disturbed
But that seems like a whimsical word
For such a despicable human
Old enough to premeditate murder
A photo and we see skin hair eyes
Blessed to appear normal outside
But the inner spirit surely soured
To pick up a gun and execute for power
You may say suicide is a sin
I say kill self rather than others
Since you feel so divine and inclined
Ready to meet your maker
No one wants to die how you kill
And sit in prison for years you will
Soak up time your victims lost
While death penalty is likely tossed
Because you are saved by grace
You didn’t give
Ironic
I can easily remember my younger days,
Where national pride was always on display.
And when horrid & unforgivable events occurred,
We'd say, 'That would never happen in America',
And it was true, on that day.
Well guess what folks, that claim may rarely
Be used, in the turbulent days ahead.
Since it's going on right in front of us, both in
Prior and present days, unless you've been dead.
Because for those who've been on the sidelines,
Choosing to avoid all the political games.
They've allowed a charismatic tyranny to form,
And its shape has taken many names.
It has hidden well behind a shield of so-called integrity,
With beliefs of votes stolen, from beneath and afar.
While violently leading a fragile democracy, to new
Depths, so it may be leveraged by feathers and tar.
So as these huge lies are continually spread, by
Fake, Fox, or Faux news groups every day.
The foundations of trust in our very system, has
Been sorely tested, and somewhat led astray.
This ironic chapter stems from an initial view,
That America has been weakened by prior events.
And as a pandemic added fuel to the fire, the
Flames of division spread, and spared no expense.
Yet if our faith and beliefs are to reside in our strengths,
They must be exercised so as to not atrophy.
Since any weakness may be disadvantaged, to dispel
These false narratives, and avoid a catastrophy.
The only reason for time
is so that everything
doesn’t happen at once
Albert Einstein
TIME IS ELEMENTARY
swatches of bands, smart
time is elementary;
strapped snug, cosseted
on a small-pale wrist.
coffee fumes and coal
chugging on life’s track.
cuckoo bird on half
and every hour —
oh, why’d it have to stop?!
(salvation in Grandma’s coffee cake)
polaroid portions collecting dust;
ink-streaked down
memory’s bust.
ironic how i can’t remember
the ding-dong digital or sundial
in our own home —
clocks have a mind of their own
busy with keeping its children,
well swept, wound
and educated.
6/29/2019
12/21/22
You sow what you reap
On either side of the creek
Every single week
Another cheat
Taking from the poor or elite
Reality isn't always sweet
I had to punch them in the mouth, knocked out a few teeth
Over every little thing people often squeak
A world full of sheep
I hope you can swim because it gets deep
Can't find any peace
I struggle to sleep
Yet I'm so f***ed up it's beyond belief
How ironic that there is little to any relief
The area wasn't sealed well so water started to seep
Continuing to leak
Like secrets that people rarely keep
You can leave a message after the beep
The path I take is steep
I've had to make a leap
Differentiate myself from all the fakes and creeps
No need for an ice chest
All kinds of stress
For time I'm pressed
It's been quite the trek
So much I digest
Little to get off my chest
Oh well, if I'm the one to die next
Quickly they express concern
When it takes an unexpected turn
The bridge I let it burn
With hogs
Always at odds
Too many snobs
The same can be said for all these facades
They're so quick to talk about gods
Look to you!
LOOk!
It could pocket you.
YOU pocket you.
Something with you it COULD ; right with.
Right with you-
You with right pocket.
Something right with you-
You could right.
With something; you could.
With right, you could.
LOOK in your pocket!
May you-?
Look IN your riGht for.
Left in YOUR pocket with right-
Something you right;
Right something you left with.
You left.
Something right-
Left with something!
Something in left pocket-
YOU LEFT WITH SOMETHING IN YOUR POCKET!
Pocket something-
Pocket;
LEFT -
YOU LEFT WITH SOMETHING IN YOUR POCKET!
In your left POCKET, look for something.
LOOk,
Something may;
Something could-
Look FOR something on your pocket.
May something-
Something may.
May SOMETHING-
Look in your left pocket!
Look in your right pocket with May.
May left YOU for your right.
MAY left you.
You left right.
You look right.
Your RIGHT-
May left WITH something-
May left with your right.
-Ironic Zinc 2015
Drizzling Raindrops
Sitting here, listening to the
soft sound they make on the
fence.
Lulling myself and my pen
into a silent, secret trance.
Dreaming of days long ago!
When people valued each
other!
Far more, than a white screen,
that ripped out the heart of
each other, in an AI's dream.
How ironic we will not talk on
a telephone anymore!
Heaven's no~
It is a task we abhor!
Do we really believe we are
free from Death's rapacious
knock on our door?
.
Don't you get how totally short
life really is?
Or do you think that when dead,
then, and only then, will you
have the time to speak?
What a sad, tragic, heartbreking
and intellectual mystique!
November 21, 2019
Saying Goodbye to a Web of Deception**
When did it become so effortless for him to weave his lies? Was it after their first anniversary, when the glow of their love began to fade? He meticulously plotted his betrayals, crafted intricate plans, and willingly cheated, transforming himself into a mastermind of deceit. Meanwhile, she wore her mask of a devoted mother and loving wife, concealing her pain as she smiled for their children. In public, she exuded warmth, but behind the closed doors of their home, she was a prisoner of her sorrow, tears streaming down her face in the silence of the night.
Then, that fateful summer night arrived—a turning point. She reached her breaking point and declared, “No more, no more.” When did it become so easy for him to betray the trust they once shared? Now, the scorned wife finds herself on death row, an ironic smile gracing her lips, revealing a chilling absence of remorse.
When did it become so simple to bid farewell to the tangled web of lies that defined her life?