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I came out screaming from the womb
No I am not a malcontent, I innocent
Was slapped upon my nakedness. Gloom
Was the first thing I grasp, a dissident
Wet and squirming in ackward light
Suddenly changes, I could not swim
This new ocean of day becoming night
I slept so that I would not know the grim.
My mother's last child sixteen years gone
All the flowers were dried up in their bed
And yet old skies make still a brighter dawn
But someone superior wanted me here instead
I had a purpose before I was conceived
My mission awaited me the day I was born
My father was being rolled up like a sleeve
They were at late evening, I was at morn.
I often wondered what he said to her, before
I am sure they did not hold hands about me
The liquid tongue of tidal waves on the shore
Sang not in prophecy, nor splash of memory
She must have surprised him with surprise
Ebb and flowing either which crinkling way:
O I am about unamask our love's disguise
And then came March, and the phoenix spring
Ecstacy that came long before, now to follow
The puffs and groans of agony, making the wing
Puts a strain on the moth. March is a mellow
Month ending when I am coming new
From the wet blackness where God too
Wet his ankle in the milk mildness of dew
I am a child of spring, but how dry I grew.
What was the boring sum of my days you ask
This waking and sleeping and smiling on cue
When my physiology grounding them in task
Spoke of my humanity, making me like you
O I had such dreams then, not where
I am heading now and still do not know
But where I coming from, the comfort there
And memory fading, fading the more I grow.
Here is the sum of it, the absolute beauty
Of being born, and brimming with reality of God
Heaven is somewhere in the past, O duty
Shall find me there if earth backward would trod
There is a mystery paling life at the edge
Of life, There is a depth in us shallowed by time
And I cannot unthirst me of this knowledge
It is too absolute, and O, it is too sublime
Ignorance
I wish you would afflict me till the end of time
Ignorance you’re a petty thief that steels only what she wants
For what you can’t feel you deny
What you can’t see you will not seek
Your epic simplicity draws me closer
Yet reality holds me back
Is it irony?
That knowledge might cure you but can never substitute you?
We may live our lives in ignorance but no one has truly lived their life in knowledge
For no knowledge is complete
Anything beyond these five senses that guide us cannot exist
For you will it not
This love that makes us lust
This anger that makes us hate
Feelings are jagged surfaces that may not slide upon each other
Our mortal existence together causes a friction of contradiction
Ignorant is he
Who knows not the sting of a bee
Or the scent of a rose
Or the prick of its thorns
The kiss of a lover
The sight of a hummingbird’s hover
Yet he desires not these things, for to his sorry soul they do not exist
Can you imagine? Or begin to perceive?
Not knowing death or suffering beyond the borders of your home?
Or hatred and racism never having existed
Then again, that sweet soft touch of your lover
That sense of accomplishment after you relinquish aid
Are the pros and cons of life not what it’s all about?
A plain canvas is no painting to gaze at in awe
But the detail of this globe we call Earth
The knowledge that we thirst for
The feelings we lust for
All those road bumps and challenges we defeat
Ignorance
I ask myself if you’re worth the sacrifice
It seems simplicity is a dead age
This world is worth much more than the other cheek
These people that die and those that lie
The time will come when the pieces of the puzzle will settle in place
Soon another earthquake shall come along and shake it once more
And as always those whom defy you shall prove their worth
Ignorance, dear love, we must part.
© Samir Georges
2005
I don’t have time to stand in lines
I won’t waste time with fools
I dislike liars and cheaters
And distrust self-serving rules
I won’t spend my time listening to hype
That’s why politicians are boring
Their rhetoric sounds exactly alike
And leaves you comatose and snoring
Freedom of choice is for everyone
NOT a self- selected few
No one’s choice of a companion or mate
Should be judged, denied or reviled
Not in work or in church, not in law or in life,
Not on any level
I try not to sit down with racists or bigots
Their dogma is absurd,
Their absence is preferred
They belong in dark corners
That cobwebs and dust adorn
Shunned, unwanted, sitting alone,
Forgotten and foresworn
I find myself impatient overall
With people who court defeat
They look for ways to trip and fall
Their excuses are practiced and neat
They back down from obstacles
They won’t cope with or can’t delete
I’ve learned that people like this
Savor domination by defeat
They will never know that victory
Over adversity is sweet
They’ll miss out on the joy of great rewards
That is there for them to reap
It’s important to know yourself
And what you’re really made of
I've got an inner laser brain that keeps me on track
It signals if I'm misconscruing, missing or abusing a point
It forces me to be honest or admit to a quality I may lack
It knows absolutely the person that is me
Who I am, what I do, and what I hope to be
I am the sum of everything I’ve experienced and been taught
But change is not forbidden and improvement can be sought
If you don’t agree with me about what I’ve written above
Let me remind you that being different or disagreeing
Is what America propounds
So I’ll keep on opining and if push comes to shove
Let’s compromise:
I’ll continue writing and you can leave town.
Dew drops fell on my eyelids,
as I lay upon dampened ground
I sighed and looked heavens up astound,
wishing for the pain to cease
I wiped my brow of all crease
with dismay my mind wonders
If it really is she that is yonder
Against the golden glow
her warm sight comes in a flow
a phantasmal being
that is as yet real
For now I can only dream
and so strong that I can feel
but all is not what it seems
though as much I yearn and dream
I can only lay in sin and shame
discover you will that it was glory and fame
that leads to your dismay
I wake up abrupt and say
A dream so accurate and real
that I could smell perfume and scent
just from a dream
just from a dream
I can feel so cold
after you made me so bold?
My story I recited for all to hear
not full with half a page atear
a watermark of my pain
and the gurgling well you hid within
A wall was built
under the satin quilt
burrow deep inside
you warmed me here there and on all sides
in the night as we cried
each other's tears we gently dried
I awake to see the former image
you adorn it with hackneyed adage
to remember the loss I feel
nevertheless you tingled deep my skin and teal
Even though I saw you weren't real
I knew you were there though ethereal
My life sucks but yet surreal
from dream to wake you have gone from cake to bake
Lost all reality within walls so fake
aha! That icing and flake on which I did take and retake
to feel sick from overindulgence
till the dream soured as much as you had done
for now I take this gun
let me also have one
for in life we shared and in death we part
its time my dream bird that we say adieu and depart.
"Judge not lest ye be judged yourself" Matthew 7:1
That phrase is appropriate.
I am who I am.
I am WHAT I am.
I make no bones about it.
I am a poet.
I write when I write.
I write what is in my head.
I write what is in my heart.
Some is fiction, some true.
Some of it is scenarios in my busy head.
Some is a dark. Some light.
Some perverse. Some nice.
I am a friend.
One who stands for what I believe.
Even if my friend is wrong, I stay
I am a lover.
Not in a physical sense.
But a lover I am just the same.
I am a child of God.
Just because I am NOT
A bible thumping, card carrying
Member of a particular church
DOES NOT make me any less
A daughter of God.
He knows my heart and
He loves me just the same.
I am tired of people looking
Down on me because I do
NOT live their way!!!
This is my life!!!
God gave it to me.
I refuse to be beaten anymore.
I refuse to have a husband
To take what is supposed to
Be a act of love and have it
Whenever and however he likes
It, no matter the hurt.
I refuse to be punching bag!
I refuse to be the wife that smiles
For all the world to see and pity
Because her husband is off screwing
The cute young woman that batted
Her darling eyelashes at him,
I have tattoos.
So what?
So what if I want to
Date a younger man?
I am a good person.
Take me as I am.
I am me and for ALL
Of you that judge, I am
NOT committing any sins.
The only sin I committed
Was believing I am worthy.
I know I am not.
But just because I am
Unworthy does not mean
That I can not have a life.
I will answer to God
In Heaven when My
Time comes.
He is the only one
EVER allowed to judge me.
"Judge not, lest ye be judged yourself" Matthew 7:1
1.Fill me up, I am always lacking.
Consumption, the name of the game.
The hunger devours the horse,
fattens me to the core.
I'm about to burst...
Always empty,
yet full of
loveless
fear.
2. My my what a big piece of the pie!
Pension raiders anonymous.
We live to carry secrets,
yearning to fill this need.
Profit devotees
live a life of
penniless
loveless
fear.
3. I mean honest to God, what's the point?
We're all gonna die...why bother?
I may as well just sit here
wallowing in despair,
a quiet, lonely,
unproductive
slacker. A
loveless
fear.
4. You want the goods? I'll give you the goods!
Come here baby and say hello.
How easy is it to come
to life, awe inspiring
mother to us all
prostituting
shame, guilt, and
loveless
fear.
5. Mirror mirror on the bathroom wall.
Am I pretty enough to be
a beauty queen? Parade me
around in fancy cars.
I must protect my
reputation
hinged on a
loveless
fear.
6. Grass is greener on the other side.
Why wouldn't it be? These neighbors
are so filthy rich with their
hundred thousand dollar
landscaping jobs and
mansions built on
envious
loveless
fear.
7. In the end there was always hatred,
deeply seated, mindless, blind rage.
Searching for a suitable
target. Lies built on lies.
Ready to explode:
unforgiving,
merciless,
loveless
fear.
By all means, you sinless wretch
Go ahead, live on cloud nine!
But I can't share in your euphoric state of ecstasy...
I just don't feel that way about myself
never have
never will
*dedicated to Kevin Spacey and his love of all things sinful.
God's first magic was light
And I from its dust rise
I sodden with liquid night
In water first saw my eyes
Not so it should have been
He was my mirror to behold
My image on his silent screen
While his image through me scrolled
Not so it should have been
For he my substance first
And I the vapor screen
And for me his light did thirst
For if I the image, then
I am in the mirror still
So what a glass may show again
Is something that test our will.
Hence soon I am to be
Dissolved, the mirror breaks
And fades my memory
In weathered empty lakes
And yet I wish to come again
And in my mirror live
The past in the present, friend
And get what I did give.
For if the substance remains
How shall the shadow flee
For image under substance reigns
Wherever light breaks free.
***
I am mirror, let me now speak
Too many speak for me
And many more in me seek
Their other view of destiny
I have no prophecy in my heart
No future essence of self
You are what you are from start
I carry even not your elf
Around you flow a field of mind
And thoughts you believe reserved
Things of which inwardly blind
Flow unguarded and unpreserved
I am just sensor in the field
A reflector of the flow
Opening what scales concealed
No depth to me, you know
Stand before me, look again
See the time and space I tell
It's your depth I show so plain
A fluid dream of a solid hell
***
Silent now! You cannot pursue
What you do not know, nor see
When only what you know is true
You are only dream, only me.
Before I scarred the page
Raging what your letters cannot invent
Let me invite you to other books
I wrote before you owed me wage
For all maladjustment and discontent
Tettering on tentacles on hooks
Invite you to an open age
Of change and discourse transfigurment.
In a quiet moment read again
Shards of clay and artefacts beyond
A material functional disdain.
Look at the words like old bones
Bringing chromosomal tablets to rinse
The eyes of prejudices and conceit
You may wince
At what your arrogance did delete.
I have winced for years in broken jars
Unleashing rivulets of tears
For I gave you humanity as a gift, stars
Gave you dust and vessel for it
Time etched your abuse against this spirit
As you idolized barren observations
As if them alone could tell truths
Without the presence of experience.
Strange how you so prone to the material
Destroyed so much of its substance
In us. Yet it is inescapbale in the footprints of dust
The chromosomal bridges in our bodies
Linking us, reaffirming the gift again
Documents on my body like a stain
Irreducible by Mercator's illusions
There is no survival without the spiritual.
After protests, marches, firehoses and ropes
Still hanging from leftover branches of fear
I have earned the right to forgive you
The inherent gift make me your brother, here.
So now let us turn the map upside down
And draw again the latitudes unbending
In a straight line to your old thoughts,
Can we agree about the silence of the moon
Is a prohibiting noise in our head, a blind despair.
How did it start?
the chore of creating someone unlike me
did it start with hair or skin
either way it wasn’t what I decided to be in
was it told or felt
doesn’t matter that its not me
how long will it take?
To remember this mistake…
The me from birth is all there is
Time to start loving it again
Realizing the hate was just that
Even if it came from those trusted
Influence of mis-educated
Wonder how stress gets initiated?
As long as the victim is Self
Lack cannot be
You were perfect the minute you decided to breathe
Yet you decide to create from a disguise
Starting from a lie
About self, to everything in and out
Rejecting all you see
When you forget
What you are starting with
So if you forgot? Remember; take your time
Down to the color of your eyes
When you opened them for the first look
Hello world let me see
Then your journey began
Just the way I am
Hair isn’t straight, brown with flex of fire are my eyes
This is the form my DNA decided.
Let’s start from there
I’m happy you decided to be here
What have you learned, I’ll tell you mine
Nice to see another person alive
Together we will learn nourishing ourselves inside
Imagine acceptance based on existence
There would be no war
Fighting DNA seems like suicide
They hold a piece of what’s held inside
We would create side by side
Natural would be our guide
Letting you be to grow as you decide
Express, give, receive
Is the only way Love can be
Where else can you start other than, me.
-Symphony
Does everything really exist?
Forgive me I tend to philosophise when I’m pissed
Scientist’s say that energy wants to exist
Like the warmth that you feel when you are kissed?
But they say that energy has to exist in large quantities
Does it mean we should touch not just our fingers but our bodies?
And elementary particles are dependent on others
Mingling the particles by making love quenches the hungers
Now I understand the basic theory of how things exist
Hick! This bottle of JD’s making me feel more and more pissed.
I GOT IT NOW!!!
For all the men that have been unfaithful
This excuse remember it well because it will be useful
One’s wife exists when you see her and hear her nags
To her friends, she ridicules you which sound like she brags
Here’s the science bit.
If you have an argument with your wife, go for a drive
And if you apply this theory correctly you will feel alive.
Because you are alone and therefore, she does not exist
And you have become a bachelor so you should be feeling bliss
Have a few drinks and play around with some women
When you leave them they won’t exist and stop being a lemon
But there is a warning, a warning of war
Never have another nonexistent woman in your house begging for more
For a nonexistent wife has a tendency to walk through the door
And believe me it’s not good trying to drink a bottle of JD to numb pain
When you get stabbed in the back by a nonexistent wife that’s insane….