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The habitual pressure
The kind of reassurance we need, dream yet fear
Gain it all they say
Bring it home they say
Bring what
I’ve got nothing
Nothingness describing my melancholy
My habitual pressure
The equality we bow before each other yet
We speak of unspoken rules
It’s different for me
It’s the same to them
Cornered to the same absurd reason everyday
Coming to a point where
Emptiness is my stay
They’re habitual pressure
One they can live with
One they can ignore
One that’s such a facade
I swear on the darkest minds
That they won’t even know the simplest definition of it
The habitual pressure
Either the death of me or the scale I’m slowly climbing
My and I say loud my
Habitual pressure
Undivided attention
Continuous compliments
Constant affection
Holding hands
Making plans
Flowers and cards
Reassurance
It's ok let down your guard
Placed on a pedestal
Magical
Intimate desires
Souls and hearts catching fire
Lust
Apprehensive fears turned to dust
Suddenly everything stops
Like frozen hands on an old run down clock
Invisible
Hate fueled words
Cold hearted rejection
Hands left bruised and bleeding afterwards
Cancelled plans
Dead flowers and ripped up cards
She let down her guard
Knocked off the pedestal
Unimaginable
Intimacy dead
Souls and hearts turned to ice instead
Disgust
Fears become real losing trust
There is a childlike quality
Between the two contenders
Who vie for the biggest portion
The wish that will come true
The win that provides anew
Second chances, rosy romances
Heartfelt enlightenment, delight
Within the one who competes
For the wishbone’s big dream!
I’ve competed so many times
Challenged most typically by a friend
For the larger percentage of the wishbone
The part that will assure my heart
Wishes made while the bone was intact
Before being broken in two pieces
By two who know the mystery of a wish
Made by opponents who believe…
The broken wishbone will surely bring
Joy and love, peace and promise ~
Beautiful beaches, sunrises and autumn
Moments filled with love stories, poetry
Dreams that come true and will always bring
Reassurance that everything in life
Is measured by the light poured out from inside
The heart who knows – the bigger portion of
The broken wishbone goes to the player
Who knows that there is pure gold inside those
Who compete with the knowing –
That in life and in this struggle there are actually
Two winners – the one whose wish comes true
And the one who knows that, because their rival
Won the wishbone wish, theirs did too!
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Title 4. Broken Wishbone
September 10, 2022
I had no pain and very minor discomforts, but very little strength. I left my bed when forced to, and returned as quickly as possible.
With the looks of reassurance, someone was always there upon my return.
I needed to eat as much as possible in order to remain hydrated.
For a while, I had no desire for food but loved the taste of water.
The few tastes absorbed from foods lingered and were hard to dispel.
Most sounds of any kind irritated me greatly. So I sought for sound-free
zones, the deepest silence, and for an ever-so-penetrating God-inspired
solace. The sweetest sounds were those I never heard. It was 'The Quiet"
that I most longed for, and whenever I reached out to her, she embraced
me like a blanket.
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I reinvented your voice
and
I simplified your eyes I think
and the firmness of your chest
it became a personification of our
farewell I
simplified your voice to an
unfulfilled reassurance I reduced
your fingers to a gesture
unreturned
Redefined a couple of terms
claimed myself the right to change
their conventional sense
apparently I
Re-evaluated those few words
stubbornly reinventing
ambiguity of love
did you at least enjoy
The streaks of blue which I left
after every
entanglement of our thoughts
my adventure-driven touch (?)
In the immature naivety
of the songs
that played in the background
of this mismatched game
(I reinvented your voice)
Appreciation for the moments
When my heart felt love pour over it,
Blended with hues of hope,
Inspirations like the beautiful in truth,
Wonders so alive they breathe light
Over the soul, into the spirit…
Understanding of the memories
Blessings rich and vibrant, erasing
Past worries, fears – tears tempting me
To listen to the darkness, the lonely
Ache falling from a place where amazing
Can’t linger – it falls under the melancholic
Urging of a past bitterness, timeless
Distinctions, preventing – such weakness
Cognizance flowing, embracing peace
Like the miracles so bold, they correct the
Shame, refuse to blame the consciousness,
The awareness that there is a love, blinding
Grasping the most intimate joy, the
Insight into rhythms, songs, reassurance
Faithful to the mind, the experience
Revealing the awakening of discernment,
The glow of a far off dream, instilled
With promises so alive they seem to breathe
This is the screen of awareness that bleeds
Truth and reason, a sense of the blessings
Found in forever, in grace and wisdom, in the dance
Between two memories, two promises, two
Believers who need only remember the ways
His love has poured out – cups overflowing – the gift of grace!
SHE NEGLECTED TO MENTION
BECAUSE IT BOUGHT ATTENTION
TO WHAT THE OTHERS HAD SAID
BUT IN IT'S MENTION
IT CAUSED SOME TENSION
BUT WE ARE TAUGHT:NOT TO BE
ANGRY WHEN WE GO TO BED
RELAX AND BE HAPPY
UNDERSTAND YOUR POSITION
THEIR IS A DAWN
FOR THE DAY AHEAD.
WHAT GOLDEN SUNSHINE
MAKES ME HAPPY
MIGHT I SING
THE DAY AWAY
MY GOLDEN SUNSHINE
MAKES ME HAPPY
BRINGS ME JOY
WHEN SKIES ARE GREY
LOOK AT THE RAINBOW
THAT FORMS BEFORE ME
THE POT OF GOLD
THE STORIES SAY
MY BELIEVING
IS CONCEIVED IN
THE GOLDEN SUNSHINE
THAT TAKES CLOUDS AWAY
THE STORMY SHORES THAT STORM BEFORE ME
GLOOM FOR ALL, THESE CLOUDS AR GREY
BUT MY REASSURANCE
IS ANCHORED IN
THE GOLDEN SUNSHINE
WILL TAKE
MY BLUES AWAY
THE GOLDEN SUNSHINE
OF TOMORROW
MAKE ME SMILE
THE DAY AWAY
WHEN I AM BOTHERED
AND WHAT'S BEFORE ME
MAKES ME POUT
WHEN SKIES ARE GREY
MY GOLDEN SUNSHINE
IS MY REASSURANCE
IT TAKE THE GLOOM
AND STRAINS AWAY
sometimes,
I'm afraid
of myself;
all at sea,
unsure
which side of life
is up or down;
not knowing
which fork in the road
to take
and need guidance.
sometimes,
I seek clarity,
and through prayer,
my mental knots
come undone.
sometimes,
I shatter into bits
of a broken stone
and need reassurance
that all is broken
w i t h i n
will be fixed,
piece by piece.
sometimes,
I need strength
to muddle through
trying times,
and to the Lord,
I turn.
Date written: 03/29/2023
We are happy about the music,
a Mozart serenade that is not too dangerously deep.
Somewhere in the night
angels are falling off their nightmares,
black horse escaping on an ebbing tide.
Mozart is a skinny youth, his pink bubble gum
is happy, you can tell by the way his tongue pokes
through it, how he snicks the goo through
his front teeth.
Trick cyclists and other men in white tights
hold us spellbound, we beam happily
upturned faces shinning like full moons.
It is good to be radiantly irradiated from doubt,
cajoled by endless bouts of happiness.
The music is remembered as it plays
within the small organic organs of our love.
Good that everything fits now with no sharp edges.
Good to be smoothly functioning
in such a non-challenging way.
A harlequin struts, then bows obsequiously,
we are happy that his triangulated
three pronged hat can ring its little bells.
It is good to stand in the shallow end
and never feel the need to swim, sink or drown.
Good to rely on the orchestrated
dispensing powers that be,
good to be this happiness
measured out in prepackaged cups
for ease of use and no unsightly waste.
The devil is in the very fine print,
nobody reads it, and the Cosmos of All Other Things
snores on. Happily, we sing of he and thee,
run to the television screens for reassurance,
choose only the finest upholstery
to keep us from sagging for another year.
Let the soothing play on
our world is not perfect, but its serenades
are largely happy, and do not hound us out of our joy
like other darker compositions do.
Creature of habit
I have never been the one to hang onto feelings like my life depended on it.
I have never been the one to check my phone constantly for a dude's messages.
Unfortunately, everything when it came to you was different.
I became someone I readily hate because of you.
Deep inside, I knew it was not love.
Love was not supposed to hurt like this.
Love doesn't bring doubts.
Love doesn't bring chaos.
Love is clarity.
Love is communication.
Love is reassurance.
I felt none of this with you.
Until you started to put effort into us.
Until you gave up on us.
My mind told me I was at fault.
I realized, I wrote stories about how women should be treated,
But why do I let you treat me like trash?
Why does all my knowledge vanish when I am next to you?
One day, I realized,
I was never in love with you.
I was emotionally attached to you.
I had you for so long,
My mind forgot how to think without you.
Because love is supposed to feel like home,
Not trying to survive a tornado.
Because when a real man comes knocking,
He will realize I am the prize.
Not offer the bare minimum,
But shower me with all the affection in the world.
Because I am beautiful.
I am bright.
I am the prize.
The shining light.
You ruined an emoji for me.
For that, I won't forgive you.
I guess I am a creature of habit,
But every habit can be unlearned.
I don't even find you attractive.
So, why is it so hard to say goodbye?
I hate that I can't let you go,
When your presence has done nothing but ruin my life.
The little kindness you showed me as a kid,
Is a debt my mind has sworn to pay.
One day, I will re-read this and
I will laugh,
That I got attached to a familiar stranger,
Who wasn't half the man I ended up with.