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I’ve been a man and I’ve been a woman,
and nothing in between;
I’ve liked men, loved women
and hated everyone around me;
I’ve been a model student and a failure;
A daughter and a painful,
painful reminder of youth slipping away.
I’ve been big, defensive and dangerous,
I’ve been small, submissive and scared;
I held you in my hands and I watched as you fell.
I was thin when you met me, even though I didn’t realise;
I always saw myself as a storm cloud, rumbling and dark,
ready to shoot arrows, not aiming to hurt anyone,
and engulfing the trees with my wrath.
I’ve been yours, and theirs, and his and hers;
I’ve been the rock at the shore waiting for the waves to break;
I’ve been everywhere, and nowhere, and where?
Where can I find a place where I can finally be myself?
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
I wonder how he came to be at our back door?
I must admit
He is exquisite
For something I've never seen before.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
Darling he's a misfit that will fit
Right in with our children playing under
The sycamore.
I must admit
He's becoming my favorite.
God sent me something I can't ignore.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
Look love he has personality and wit
He brought my sleepers to me that were
Over there on the floor.
I must admit
Honey, this is going to be definite
He will live here forevermore.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatchamacallit.
Now our family's complete I must admit.
There are unknown factors in life. Like when a poor person wins the lottery becoming. You are in control of your own outcomes. You being us in the situation(s) we find ourselves in. So you chose—And that choice has now become. A subconscious decision decides. I see it playing out. In played sight I see. A father that is dismissed from his daughter to better off her well being. A mother constricted to a decision yet, still at a loss for someone else, but not really; because. A fatherless life is immense. Driven in sadness and disguised by nothingness. Hidden behind from something nonexistent.
No I in we and.
I is in team. No loss in I—I say. I see. He said. I say he sees he said (and) we all are I without us.
Nobody doesn’t exist without a team..
We…are through in this case—Lost in that one, and this that may be some no any. Lost Indeed at least. At best is we. No longer poetic. He stops writing for awkward moments follow suit. A misfit body suit eating gourmet burgers, drinking lollipops—Full of kitchen sinks… Disposable. Replaced by another form from Costco on clearance but top of the line.
Found on sale…
End
11-28-2021
Ironic Zink
A funny-looking bunny dropped by the other day
black white and brown fur a stray who'd lost his way
and
he let me hand-feed him with carrot tops
and spinach leaves but that is where familiarity stops
for
neither petting nor patting would he permit
this half-wild half-tame non-cottontail misfit
and when
with leaps and bounds he hopped while binking
around the garden it got me thinking
as
blink for a moment and at the drop of a hat
he'd do the disappearing trick in seconds flat
tho'
here one minute and then gone the next
with a nose that twitches maybe he was hexed
or perhaps
he's an astute old soul reincarnated to inhabit
the space and time of this cute magic rabbit
I have zero tolerance for Ignorance
especially when it's prone to cause violence.
They who claim to see the forest for the trees
appear to be the ignorant moral majority.
That's why I'm off to live in the wilderness
where ignorance of your world for me will be totally bliss.
The rest of the world can then feel free to kill one another.
It won't make any difference to me one way or the other.
I'm no longer a part of humanity.
I'm a misfit. I don't belong here. To most, I'm the freak,
yet I seem to be the only one promoting harmony and peace.
Continue living with your ignorance in your comfortable homes.
I'll rough it in the wilderness blissfully ignorant and totally alone.
I'll stay out of your world and you best stay out of my world of tranquility
or I'll show you just how violent this pacifist can be.
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Donald Trump Das Fuehrer's Braggadocio
Wrapped up in the Christmas holiday spirit,
I surmise doth allow
nationally collective obliviousness
to steer ship of state
(these United States)
to suffer retaliatory browbeat
ting activates, detonates, generates
je nais sais quois maliciousness
upon North American consciousness
from wickedly vehement uproarious tirades
the "FAKE" president doth crow,
whereby every word uttered
by the misfit mealy mouthed madman
in the Oval Office directly
impacts Lady Liberty, sans dow
wager even when the brash,
defensive, haughty...commander
in chief doth raised by alternately
by one or both colored eyebrow,
which nonverbal hostile
body language triggers
concomitant domino fallout
to devastating effect,
whereby analogous nee
palpable invisible reverberations
trigger thee threat
of global mortal Kombat flow
war moves the dial on
the Doomsday Clock to foreshadow
the stark realization of glow
bull thermonuclear conflict to hoe
var ominously over planet Earth,
which scenario haint Noah Joe
king matter, cuz
more'n juiced *****sapiens know
wingly, would be decimated,
where from Noel fierce
riding hobby horse, could
weather thee irrevocable low
down, once bombs away loosed,
and poised to strike
every fibrous marrow
with an irreversible tendon cee,
yet some hardy
species might narrow
lee escape radioactive fallout,
and blithely usurp meaning overthrow
this most menacing creature,
whose opposable thumb didst pro
pell the nasty, short tempered,
and mean minded
to upset status quo
and shred of a fatalistic,
graphic, and horrific roadshow
no Wizard of Oz (zee us born)
negating, obliterating, and pulverizing
the uninhabitable landscape
with burnt offerings
much more frightful than scarecrow,
which worst case scenario,
could explode today or tomorrow
leaving no trace of unlovely bones
merely mass cremated powder,
hence forsaked salvation
from... say Beto
O'Rourke, whose actively
democratic gumption joisted paradigm
grim fate recklessly
(hypothetically) did veto.
When I leave this world
It won’t be silently
NO, I will leave behind a note
A note of reproach
For the sin of humanity
In the inability to feel with…to feel for
To truly love
Another human being
Who has the curse of being….
Different
When I leave this world
My words I’ll behind
To a world that was unkind
To a world that only loved
Cookie cutter shapes and sizes
A world with a status quo
That couldn’t be tampered with
A world that embraced
The lovely
The beautiful
The happy….oh the happy
Those with perpetual smiles
With lilting voices of angels
And with beauty of the ages
Those worthy of love
Serene angelic doves
Who never felt despair
But were always bright and fair
When I leave this world
I will leave behind
A legacy for those
Who were unloved
Who didn’t have sound minds
Who struggled along the way
Who tried to be beautiful
Who tried to smile
Through ripped and aching hearts
Who tried to stay afloat
When others would just gloat
Those who tried to be brave
But longed for the grave
To those I will say
“You are beautiful
You are worthy
You are precious
You are priceless
Your mind though tormented
Is full of beautiful treasure
Don’t blame yourself
For not being able to fit
In this selfish and crazy world
You are not a misfit
The world is unable
To make itself fit
To the dazzling beauty of you
So, just do what it takes
Just do what it takes
To get through the pain
To get to tomorrow
Maybe, maybe
You’ll hear my voice
Whisper to you in the breeze
Telling you to make the world
A better place
A more caring place
Because of YOU!"
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I lost perspective so fast.
I mostly want to lay down, let time pass.
For I never meant to hurt no one, as I left behind the past,
though I am a freak giant, walking on glass.
and as it cracks, ever so slowly,
I broke hearts of people who know me.
If only, they knew, I never wished them harm,
perhaps she’d be, sinking in my arms.
For yes, I was hurt too.
At times I felt, I was just and true,
Though I, the hero of my story,
on other pages,cruel.
I feel misunderstood.
I feel so out of place, crude.
For if I could, I’d run away,
but the truth, no place for me to stay.
So I roam, alone until I dawn.
I think of past, to make me calm,
perhaps I’d breathe in thoughts of home,
though, she chose and now she’s gone.
Sometimes we sit and reminisce.
It’s been me and God, ever since.
Only she knows, the truth within,
I loved her all too much, that’s my sin.
I loved her and wanted too much for myself.
I was greedy, in love and not in wealth.
And now I sit alone and seek for help,
if you read these lines, tell her how I felt.
Tell her I meant no hurt.
All I ever said, was to put me first.
And although I see that I am cursed,
through time I grew and faded into dirt.
Tell her to come my way.
For I am just a giant, who fits nowhere.
Knocking over life, head above in air.
Never meant to harm, never meant to scare.
This is simply life and no it’s not fair…
I love Kim and Kim loves me
We’re as friendly as can be,
Were it not for this one thing
I’d endorse the kid as King.
But maturity eludes him
Hence our future’s looking grim.
He needs stop his clear obsession
Thwarting any credible progression,
Playing rocket man’s not smart,
While I’m busy doing my part.
I hope his folly’s just a phase of youth
Explaining actions so uncouth.
But if he simply doesn’t get it
Proving he’s just another misfit,
My full wrath will be unleashed
Then he’ll truly see the Beast
Rain and thunder on his head
And not of water but of lead.
Time will tell but I’m still hopeful
That his end will not be doleful,
After all I want that prize
Mr. Noble in full size.
I’ll wipe Obama’s smirk right off,
Rubbing his face into my troth!
So come on Kim give it a go
For us both the world to show
That our friendship’s good and strong
And my instincts weren’t so wrong.
After all what fun’s a rocket
When it so damages your pocket.