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Retrospective
By Laura Dee Battle
January 14, 2015
Looking back at the Crimson shades of hell
The days where I couldn't bear to face my own reality
Showroom shines of smiles concealing secrets I would never tell
Not that I could tell them about the catastrophes I couldn't see
I had dreams where I was the man and she was the wife
A nice white picket fence with a green yard in my life
But the harder I tried the more my soul burned inside
My heart swelled with blood that never reached my eyes
I was young and I made my family so proud
But lurking inside was a storm in the white, fluffy clouds
I wanted to die and shut off the agony of being alive
I was a type-cast actor, but my delivery was contrived
Nobody was fooled by my life-long stream of refracted truths
They just didn't know where I began and the lies discontinued
If you were lucky, you saw me as the girl I really was
You saw the care-free way I said things, just because
They tried to ask questions they knew the answers to
They tried to tell me the truth I never even knew
I was so lost in that prison of a hundred thousand lies
Life was just to hard for me to defy the endless sea of judging eyes
It's hard to think that I never stood a chance
It's like I learned all the steps but never how to dance
How could I wage a war with no enemies to fight?
How could I find my way out of the darkness without light?
I'm still not very sure how this will end for me
Some days I just feel like digging a hole six feet deep
I just don't know what to say to you today
Soon I'll find the words to explain my exile where I stay
All apologies, but what else can I say?
The life that I was meant to live just happened yesterday
It's great that you're still here where things are crystal clear
Too many things to fear for me to hold my tears
Reflected is the past in eyes like broken glass
Im looking to the past for memories to hold
I guess my fate was set in motion 30 years ago
I'm told that I am still alive...somehow I didn't die
So maybe I'll just go with the flow
At least this time, I'll do it for me
I only hope it shows...
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When your hard work is achieved, and it makes you feel proud,
You are quick to share its reward with a familiar crowd.
Expecting reactions to affirm your accomplishments,
Wanting those close to you to show signs that boost confidence.
Seeking their approval of achievements you’ve made,
Gives assurance to you if it’s positive reactions they relayed.
It could be a new car you bought from the showroom floor,
And you’re hoping for signs of their admiration and more.
Or maybe the result of a hard project you completed,
Hoping their reaction is the pat on the back that you needed.
Maybe you’re feeling proud of something you’ve made,
And completely expecting those close to be amazed.
We seek other’s reactions, looking for signs of approval,
If the task to achieve it puts us through something brutal.
It makes us feel justified in the actions we experience,
Making you proud when we see their positive appearance.
But their reactions won’t be meaningful to you,
If the words don’t match their reactions too.
If it’s something you gave all the attention you could,
But still need their approval to feel like you should.
But when we reveal the object of these approvals we seek,
To friends and family but doesn’t cause interest to peek.
Makes us question our motive of the hard road we took,
That didn’t seem to merit even those closest to look.
Now we’re confused as to why they didn’t react,
Leaving us feeling unaccomplished, as a matter of fact.
Your closest friends and family have a lower opinion it would seem,
Of your achievement, and not considering your self-esteem.
If you’re looking to them for signs of equal satisfaction,
Seeing your excitement should promote their attraction.
And even if this thing you worked so hard on, they didn’t understand,
Shouldn’t they still express interest like a true fan?
Note:
When asked your opinion, it’s a sign of respect,
So, be positive when reacting and consider its effect.
It’s easy to react and accidentally cause feelings of hurt,
When not being considerate of someone for their hard work.
You refuse, refusing the salvant call,
laying there in fetal position,
enthralled by my hex of vinegar and scrawl of liquids release that just seem to pour out of me organically.
Hissing in Wormwood's frequency dwelling, Hollywood "your signature home" learning-annex-auxilliary.
My park and recreation facility.
Reserved, this space taken.
A dump, next to unopened salve
and not knowing your own, side-bar-by-law$.
An unlived, contrived existence, of litigation before dawn.
So shine on, shine on,
Dear: ) (Newton Star blink out before the gravity of
persistence, taken aside, the watchtower of your keen eyed media straddle, beacons a distress
call, to your final hour.
The time your nightwatch is voyeur
procured.
Humpty Dumpty asses with sulphur in their saltwatering laffy Taffy maws, fixed, agape, ajar."Give me some sugar baby."
Jezebellians, you shunned, the truth, when it was audio visually- bore.
Gored yourself on the posts of a grinding of mandibles and dripping blood upon the crucible stone and forbidden bindings.
No white night when a guiding light
doth shine on dead eyes.
No silver linings filling those cavities.
Only self, depravity.
Will be mouthed from the still-shine forever moored.
Uttered where windmills churn electro
Codes of algo-executionary tables
to turn.
Churning the butter of temptation
with pouting maid determination.
Mitigated, my starlings it is for,
the ungrateful scored.
Cookie cutter milkmaids of
factorized words.
Music for Nations.
A union of the snake said Plato.
Fall from the night.
As an Nova of unbeknownst, essence,
implode yourself of something more,
lost in the mire of the ignorance of indifference, onloaded to fill an emptiness void of frivolous showroom and commercials shined core.
Enjoy the aftermath in my garden.
Take another bite of my lore.
Rise, a new creation, in new age culturism,
the retro- reel of Humanism, of illusionary-fusion of pride and behind the scenes thrones.
Slavery algorithms,
my Holograms of flesh and Bones.
Burning out on the Threshing floor.
*Image of Paul Simon SNL by Giphy.
Simple Simon
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Woke up fresh as the day began,
Busy cooking, his wife named Anne,
Made his breakfast in a saucepan,
Enjoyed eating his plate of flan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Filled with it and a bit more than,
Kissed his wife as the best he can,
Came a knock was cousin Tristan,
Kissed her again before he ran,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Walking with his fellow kinsman,
Who was a bit like a Tarzan,
He says, "We'll do as we did plan",
Simon says, "Yes, buy us a van",
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
His cousin be an anchorman,
Does things like some sort of game plan,
Says he will talk to the salesman,
Interviews him like a newsman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Let him run the show as one-man,
Naught be a common businessman,
Just glad to be a middleman,
As Tristan drew the masterplan
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Waiting ate a bowl of pecan,
Tossed all the shells in a trash can,
Tristan smiled, "Got the minivan",
"And at a price that cost less than",
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Twas showroom new, in black and tan,
Best terms on the installment plan,
Signed, gift his full attention span,
While at the station, thanked Tristan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Drove on home to show his wife Anne,
Who had a guest her friend, Roxanne,
Amused they were with the new van,
The cost, the look, in black and tan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Took wife Anne and her friend Roxanne,
Proud just been a little more than,
Wide-eyed no call by the sandman,
Off from work with Anne and their van,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman.
2020 March 03
*HM*
STRAND CHOICE C,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 March 11
any superstitious peasants
out there tonight
TV junkies gossipy groupies
smooth talking saxophonists
am I talking too fast
for couple's therapy
uh oh here comes
another scar on my head
the optimist would say
the scar of opportunity
fortunately digression is an art
that never plays for keeps
you don't want to become
the unwitting tool
of smarter people do you
you do
it's your worst nightmare
instead let's play museum
you have eye
you have other eye
you will however need an augury
let's step onto the showroom floor
where we have our latest models
Bill the mechanic seer
could tell your fate
from a pile of tossed grease rags
he was right almost every time
he even told 3 circus anteaters
they would run for President
and they did
Edwina the cleaning lady sibyl
could swing a vacuum bag
round her head and tell from the
dust cloud if you were gonna die
from gall bladder or aphrodisiac
Zaza the 1 trick pony
could hoof the innards of a road kill
and you'd find love
an astronomer named Ziggy
told our planet that a big rock
was coming from the sky like a freight train
that's why I'm appearing before you
in this ethereal minimum medium
you'll have to forgive me
if I show a lack of enthusiasm
for this dangerous matter
I may have fallen captive to the tow
of the clandestine echelons
working their hands like bug legs
in a sign language
that horrifies the deaf
I've scanned this
for alien message implants
you won't need a map of area 51
just a chicken wire cage
which is always as refreshing as
another lash of the cane
take permission out behind the toadstools
and put a bullet up its shirt
they just hand me the script
and I broadcast what I'm told
radio free Carthage
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Last year we went shopping on Halloween
To find a new car for my lovely queen
Sadly when we arrived onto the lot
A ghastly salesman appeared on the spot
He thrust his hand in too close to my face
I shouted out, “Run before he gives chase.”
In the showroom we felt safe and secure
Until I was grabbed by the manager
Her face was pale and her eyes were all red
My wife thought she was of the walking dead
Her nails dug in my skin with a chilling grip
Yet, as she mumbled we gave her the slip
We ran over to a nice shiny car
But were waylaid by a man with a scar
He groaned and gave us a sales zombie stare
So I quickly uttered the good Lord’s Prayer
I pushed my wife in the car; then it locked
Plus I read the window and got sticker shock
I banged on the glass, “Hey honey let me in.
There are more salesmen approaching the din.”
She was helpless in there without a key
I had to act fast; it was up to me.
I yelled, “We’ll take it,” to one of the curs
Then was hauled in to the loan officer
They wrenched every fact from my weary life
I had to placate to rescue my wife
I then heard a hushed scream out on the floor
They must have gotten to her through the door
I signed the papers, though at a high price
Then dashed between two guys as cold as ice.
I shoved salesmen aside and joined my hon
But slammed the door on a big warty thumb
The sales zombie shrieked and quickly pursued
Though with his hand wedged, he was tough to elude
We then sent that sales zombie right on his a$$
Just before our car smashed through the plate glass
When my wife asked how much was on the loan
I went into shock and drove lifelessly home.
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Zen showroom
Stillness speaks;
Teak wood designs
~~~~~~~~~
Words surge free
Creative impulse;
Vivid visions
~~~~~~~~~
Profound stillness
Calm silence charms;
Welcome rest
~~~~~~~~~
Late evening rain
Wet windowpane;
Chilly shivers
~~~~~~~~~
Moon glow mist
Black skyline spread;
No stars tonight
~~~~~~~~~
China ascending
Proud 'pax chinesis' hovers;
Flexing taut muscles
~~~~~~~~~
Small city state island
Singapore sling;
Little Red-Dot
~~~~~~~~~
If you must ask
I cannot tell;
Voice in the wind
~~~~~~~~~
Miniature books
Heavy on wisdom;
Light weight powers
~~~~~~~~~
She said
We said;
Much left unsaid
~~~~~~~~~
Musical montage
Familiar classics;
Late mother's memory
~~~~~~~~~
Coming and going
Sweet sad smiles;
Corridor strides
~~~~~~~~~
Last blessing here
Heart-to-heart talk;
A farewell moment
~~~~~~~~~
How do you say
Goodbye then;
Stay in my heart
~~~~~~~~~
Words buzz around
Collage in montage;
Unforgettable echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Joy and tears mix
Pain tangles cheer;
Fond memories swirl
~~~~~~~~~
Briefly, lightly...
A farewell whisper;
No birds sing
~~~~~~~~~
Bitter pain lingers
Pieces of broken heart;
Morning rainbow comfort
~~~~~~~~~
Journey journal
Heart-felt deposits;
Exquisite feelings lounge
~~~~~~~~~
Thus far now:
Seize this daze;
Craft fond memoirs
~~~~~~~~~
Sweet spot here
Free trade zone;
Buzzy business leaps
~~~~~~~~~
Live well then
You know not when;
Death harvests soul
~~~~~~~~~
Gratitude bows
Chant a mantra;
Heart knows soul
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2016
Singapore
To make a new experience,
once I thought to walk down my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge…..
I crossed the Chowrungee
& walked down the foot of the Grand,
I saw an oldman to his daily daydreams',
eyes to the heaven - and hands to the earth,
leaning there to the marble pillar beside the Bata-showroom.
I crossed him and hundreds passed by,
thousands looked at him
and rest, running to the new market's new brand.
Little further I went…
infront of the Indian Museum,
there I saw a woman, with her child in the warmth of her arms,
sitting there crying for her life and praying for her child,
but, none looked down to the present,
rather, eager to know the legends,
and hundreds came out by the history;
rest were still in the museum,
in the future through the time machine.
I went on, walking down by the foot,
crossed the road and further a two minutes of walk,
as I headed to the Victoria Memorial Hall-
the beautiful marble palace and its calm surrounding,
there the couples making their day, and ,
one making a sketch of that beautiful marble architecture,
but, none could make a sketch of that little baby's heart…
who's clothings were only his naked body,
crying for little shelter and thirst for mother's breast milk.
He was born to make a new life,
and he's lying there for someone could sketch his lost life.
I realized then ,
what I thought of an experience to walk down to my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge,
is an experience to make a sketch….
of the real life,
in Kolkata.
Buried in the depth of mother earth
the labor working hard on the innards
the steel and iron cracking the intestines
suddenly is viewed a dull and recognisable shine,
they stop.
It's a Topaz!
Labor fructified and happy as lark
topaz is rushed to the dealer shark
fined and refined and polished and shined
it is ready for market.
It's a Topaz!
That enamoured and love lorn lover
over the yonder on the showroom foyer
is eyeing that beautiful piece on the deck
checking his bank balance for a good cheque,
It's all for that Topaz!
Warm hill side, cool wind blowing,flowers swinging
the lover is standing with that dainty lady
who had stolen his heart and in his mind written her art
holding that dainty hand and the ring finger,
It's the very same Topaz!
Embittered that he had strayed the lady was frayed
after a period of warm and cuddly love that flourished
in anger at betrayal she shook and shrugged her finger with strength
and the finger undressed vigorously throwing the content far and flung,
It was the very same Topaz!
the thrown stone went in stones and got buried deep
in a centuries long seep it had reached its family in a slow creep
covered yet again in grime and slime it heaved a sigh
it lay at depth waiting for the diggers call ,
It's a Topaz !
In any direction, the surfer can go.
There’s so much to learn, so much to know.
The problem is only there’s too much out there,
confusing the surfer. So surfer beware!
You can do Yahoo or even Netscape.
But, if you’re on dial-up, you’ll just have to wait!
You can view pictures, a great thing to do,
but if they’re x rated, the gov’ment sees you.
Entering chat rooms is now all the rage,
but it shouldn’t be done by those underage.
Looking for family is now oh so easy,
but staring too long can make you feel queasy.
In fact, there is a site where poems can be read
to the middle of the night when you should be in bed.
You can even get weather forecasts, for you to use,
so you can take a vacation and not sing the blues.
If you want directions and need them real fast
then surf right on over to MSN Mapblast.
You can pay your bills, for those of you who have money.
Don’t laugh at that line, do you think it was funny?
Before you buy your next car, no showroom, you’ll need.
Just access their website, no dealer to see.
There’s even houses out there, when you wish to buy,
but some of the prices will just make you cry.
There’s even dating services, um, I think that there are.
Be careful whom you hook up with, you might travel far.
There’s so much for the average surfer to do,
But I’m signing off now, I think you should, too.