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Nothing is simple,
but we carve it clean—
label it, box it,
turn a question into a rule,
a rule into a law,
a law into a weapon,
and call the wreckage order.
We crave control,
but sharpen our knives in chaos.
We demand honesty,
but crucify the truth.
We worship free thought,
but silence it before it speaks.
We want change,
but only if it looks
like what we already know.
A zebra is the only thing
that looks good in black and white.
Everything else—
everything real—
drowns in the blur between.
We say we hate the system,
but gut each other
before we ever fight it.
We demand peace,
but kneel to the loudest fist.
We claim we want the truth,
but only if it sings us to sleep.
The universe isn’t laughing.
It’s watching the clock.
Time is running out.
I feared to reach for the ambrosial drift
of ambergris floating
through turquoise tides
beneath the rising sun ~
reluctant to relish the resilience
of nascent nova,
as if every ray
of light held
blackness of uncertainties,
yet I’ve learned to
heal beneath the searing
heat of hypocrisy ~
I glow on, no longer obscured
by their oblivious observation
of my orbit,
for I am a morning star
unceasingly sparkling
across dusky horizons,
loving, living ~ breathing,
dreaming,
in love
with the calm
of crystal-clear currents,
and the crescendo
of poetic collisions,
for this heart unlocks gateways
to the abyss of sea-salt silence,
allowing dawn to caress
the corners of my suppressed fears ~
as the eclipsed cannot
dim the pulse of painted patience
with butterfly strokes…
I am a windward wanderer
stirring among
life’s whimsical waves,
as the sky spills
caramel clusters
over celestial cerulean,
and my soul unfurls
like an odyssey
kissed by the divine flame,
scripting
deep warm hues of blue ~
colors of fate,
only you and I can reveal,
for we are both
brushed with oil,
lost in the
serene palette of siren secrets…
and life ~
O soul feeler,
this existence is a sail
we voyage through
sighing stillness
and soaring sapphires
cradling simple blessings
that nature gifts us
wrapped in unwavering faith ~
I’ve lost all my faith
Meeting people who were double-faced
Who caring nothing, except their money
Even if I’m simple and naive
Love leads me to believe
That everyone will find the land of milk and honey
I’m 22 years old
Seems that I’m already big girl
But I’m so far from realizing
If I did wrong or right
I can’t see the final light
My future seems so unsurprising
surprising
I wanted to know
Who I was, who I am
But I’m afraid of what I’ve become
Mistakes, fails and falls
Like scars on my heart
They prove nothing new
Under the sun
Almost lost all my faith
But I’ve met people who ain’t double-faced
Who caring ‘bout me, forgetting ‘bout money
They helped my dreams, they are my stars
I’ve found the land of milk and honey
There's a three question world why
Every day I try and try
To answer with no result
I can not figure it all out
Its a small word with such impact
I just want one simple fact
Answered and I will be happy
Why are humans turning crappy
Towards each other more and more
Its like every day they store
Hatred in their hearts and mind
Turning against their mankind
Leaving us to cry and weep
Toss and turning in our sleep
Dreaming of the brighter days
'When nobody tried to haze
Others with such cruelty
I am trying nervously
To get through this saddened place
That used to be full of grace
Helping hands and smiles shared
When our neighbors really cared
No one hurt, in pain, or sad
How did it become so bad
There has to be a simple way
To wake up and finally slay
This beast of hate that is making
This world scared, crazy and shaking
With the fear this world can't be
Free from all this sanity
Going to follow a destiny to lumber town
Barely lost, trying to be once again found
Showing my heart strings in simple pleasures.
Wearing my cottons forgoing the leathers.
Sharing my truth, taking pills that keep me down.
Windows of happiness creeping in red vines around.
Sanctifying my frankly narcotic induced state.
Meet me in lumber town. Where the next move I shall make.
Narcotics are not for some of us, changing us completely.
I am not one to type up words that make no sense indeedly.
I am one who is trying to weed these pills down and out.
The wee in me is trying to drowned out the way they cause a shout.
Tiffany's rare creation is
an awesome three stone ring,
which a lucky girl proudly wears
strolling down 59th Street;
and why was she so humbled
when her fiance proposed?
He wasn't the handsome Prince Charming
offering her a castle with chests full of treasures,
only a simple life of pleasures: promising
faithful love; and he didn't drive a Macerati
and owened a splendid villa in sunny Italy...
besides true kisses, happiness was a guarantee!
And she rubs it with a gentle cleanser daily,
to make it dazzle even more than gems;
oh, how beautiful is the three stone ring!
I waved at them them down Madison Avenue towards evening:
they hugged and smiled in a royal coach pulled by four white horses
that neighed loudly when pedestrains invaded their privacy!
A true princess she was indeed just by feel, not reality;
and it didn't matter how ordinary her life would be...
perhaps she was happy with the man of her dreams,
showing a gentleness not seen in men hiding deceits!
Yesterday I met them again in Central Park...
as they tried to get closer to an adorable lark!
Forgiveness
You approached when I was a simple girl
and was charmed as you expressed love for me.
I possessed an innocent heart of pearl,
emotionally devoted to thee.
Tingling passion arose as you came close.
Romance rolled as if not to get apart.
Unfolding feeling you dared to propose.
Earnest desire I felt in my heart.
Territory of love was built in vain.
Lover turned coward, relation coiled.
Ardour terminated in anger and pain.
I was devoted, destiny spoilt.
I discarded him and just walked away,
*. '*. ; *
•
Days , months, passed, my mind started to burn.
It seemed, I could neither forgive nor forget.
Years passed, my mind turned hard and stern.
Gradually life became smooth leaving no regret.
To remain single I was decisive.
without any grudge or complain to life.
Girl attained maturity with outlook positive.
Gone through troubles, hazards and strife.
Suddenly you appeared to beg apology.
Without any emotion, I could have promptly refused
‘ Forgotten all. Love and desire lost analogy.'
But you prayed with ardent ardour making me amused,
' I remember everything, please forgive and be mine.'
Dark night ended in delighted dawn: Grief and joy entwined.
My heart melted and Morning Sun shone crimson.
I forgave and got back my beloved on unison.
10/25/16
Edited on 06/30/22
Forgiveness
First Place
Contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
The sun is rising above the stars,
and we are rising above the moon.
We are feeding about the others but
We are thinking we are helping.
We are sure that we can survive, but we think maybe we should be more.
We hope the others can solve our life but maybe we should look at our soul
Its time for everybody to look at the mirrow.
It s time for looking down.
Can you see what you are?
Can you see what you are looking for?
If you can walk through the sea..maybe you can walk through the Earth.
Have you ever ask this queston to the others....?
This question is so simple.
How do you feel?
Are you ok?..
Maybe if I ask...did your sun reach the moon?..or maybe...is the grass growing next to you?..The grass grows and the bad grass spreads everywhere.
Can you take
the bad grass from my garden.?
Can you change the begining from the ending?.
Can you tell me, will you help me if I need you?.
I know the answer, and the answer it s not dancing with the best ballet dancer.The answer is dancing with the people that you want to dance with...
I am told Hamlet's problem was his hesitation.
But was it really?
Perhaps he wasn't hesitating — perhaps he simply could not bring himself to avenge his father.
Not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t.
Not because he was a coward,
But because he didn’t know how to be anything other than a self-saboteur.
Even when he knew what to do, his self-doubt would win.
Even when Claudius' face confessed his sins during the play,
He was still overpowered by his fear of uncertainty.
Or maybe... maybe he really was a coward.
A coward who sabotaged himself in every way possible.
And yet, I still defend him.
I defend him because I see myself in him.
I am no royal, nor have I endured what he did.
But I am a coward — a coward who sabotages herself, every single step of the way.
Even when things are simple, I complicate them.
But when they’re complicated, I want them to be simple.
Because that is who I am.
I am paradoxically inclined.
I am healing from my pain,
But in the process of "healing," I hurt myself even further.
I yearn for peace of mind,
But I keep inserting myself into chaos.
I crave love,
But I reject it without a second thought.
I long to be held,
But I hate being touched.
I fancy to see a smile in the mirror,
But all I find is a downward expression.
I wish to be heard,
But I never speak up.
I ache for understanding,
But never express myself.
I desire a sense of security,
But give in to every reckless impulse.
I stress about the future,
But do nothing to change it.
I need to breathe,
But the air always gets caught in my chest.
I long to be happy,
But all I can think about are sad thoughts.
I want to live,
But all I ever think about is dying.
I am as contradictory as the moon and the sun—
Torn between light and shadow,
Yet both define who I am.
In principles of love,
there is no perfection -
it is not your master,
nor are you its slave.
In my poetic heaven,
muse needs no inspiration.
Cradled in my beloved's arms -
her embrace gentle and warm,
her petal like skin, tender and aromatic.
Her nature calms my childhood sorrows,
as all fears disappear.
This could be my final resting place.
Soothed by her angelic fingertips,
heavy head heals, resting softly, upon her chest,
listening to my name echo from her heart -
each beat creates a rhythm of romantic chants.
In the deepness of her eyes,
I can see the doorway to my soul.
Lyrics to a poem not heard before.
As our lips merge,
through the connection of breaths,
we create poetry without words.
There is an art to love, sadly not all are artists,
so seek the one who inspires your palette.
Simple Musing
Silent One
4 November 2020