Long Simple fact Poems
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You can pretend I never happened
Expunge me from you mind
Exorcize the ghost of me
Leave it all behind
You can play the role of happy
On your convoluted stage
Recite the same old monologue
Act profoundly unafraid
Go ahead, do all those things
But that won't change the truth
That once we flamed each others souls
I remember,
And so do you.
I know you still must think of me
You miss my skin, my touch
The way my teeth would nip your lips
You couldn't get enough
But now that it's all over
You want to show me that it's fine
But I see you and I know you
Staring at me all the time
I caught that little flicker
The dancing in your eyes
I feel the heat, the want it in
I recognize the signs
So keep saying you've forgotten
Denying 's what you do
But that won't change the simple fact
That I remember
And so do you.
“Grandma! You have so many beautiful flowers in your yard.” Her granddaughter gasped. “Do you mind if I ask you why?”
“Because I’m always making wishes” Grandma said, “so I need a lot of butterflies.”
Grandma took her granddaughter’s hand and together they sat amongst the flowers…She said, “you can’t tell by looking at them…but butterflies have great power.”
“The indigenous people who first lived on this land believed in the Great Spirit, they believed in wishing…and in butterflies too and they believed there is a simple way to make a wish come true.
“You whisper your wish to a butterfly…for butterflies are sworn to secrecy and know exactly what to do…they will deliver your wish to whatever Great Spirit you happen to be wishing to.”
The granddaughter looked into her Grandma’s eyes and asked, “Grandma, do all your wishes come true?”
“Not all of them,” her Grandma said hugging her granddaughter close…”but, if you’re lucky, some important ones do.
“That’s why I have so many flowers.” She smiled. “It comes down to this simple fact…since I will never run out of wishes…I need all the butterflies I can attract.”
“Can anyone make a wish on a butterfly?” Her granddaughter asked. “Anyone.” Her Grandma said…”Anyone who sees a butterfly…and has a wish within their head.”
Now, every time her granddaughter visits…after saying hi to Grandma…it’s no longer a surprise…to see her run right out to the garden and whisper to the butterflies.
Standing on my head
looking up at the trees
and the sparkling sky
When it’s dark I don’t see
the ship float by nor
the tsunami sea
Upside-down women
on either side
of cotton candy eventide
When the light’s bright
palms and ferns come to life
tickling my soles
and I am able
to rearrange the houseplants
with my toes
How much harder it is
to apprehend the tossed high heels
and the mute parrot
high and higher
almost in flight
but I catch them
as I carry on
with lethargic lids
that never seam
The minute I close them
my baby-faced muse
pries them open
with a seam ripper
and I flick the light back on
and then to annoy her
I hit the switch
so I can view the “Fanch”
in the Hitchcock hour
Truly, I am reclining
and in turn propelling
out of my chair
It’s been a long day
I won’t bore you with its tales
I’ll just point you to
the simple fact
that artwork looks different
hanging
upside-down
or inside-out
or Cubist
Oh hey!
Let's play a game;
A game of never have I ever.
Never have I ever had to eat a bowl of...
Oh yes!
But I have!
Never have I ever...
Again!, I have.
Never have I...
Not already done that,
Yes.
Never have...
Been there, done that.
Never have I...
Never not done it of course.
Never have I ever not tell one simple truth,
Because why?
Why not?
When lies are so much sweeter?
Never have I ever prefer to tell a lie,
But lies are never dull,
Though lies do not ever tell...
Lies are never sweet,
But still it's sweeter than truth,
And lies are never really lies,
Until a person prefers the truth.
But you see,
That's what I mean,
To your world that may be true,
But how can you judge?
For everyone else too?
Because you see I know,
When lies have gone too sweet,
They never expire like meat,
Until you turn the other cheek.
Truths might not be sweet,
Of course because they hurt,
They hurt in a drastic measure,
To tear the stitches of wounds.
But wait..
No buts but just a simple fact,
Of how true can truths really,
Break a person subliminally.
Of how "true" a lie can bring,
A happiness much more than sorrow.
A lie which brings comfort,
A lie more needed than oxford.
Lies capable of bringing good,
Like a Jew seeking out refuge,
A..
A lie of good intentions
And righteous to its core
As according to God's will
Is a lie worth dying for
But the lie that you speak of
Is a lie of uses so vague
A lie with no lines drawn
A lie of no right or wrong
For which is it now
A lie meant for "lies"
Or a lie to comfort sins?
A lie that stacks like tin
Please forgive me for my words
With thoughts never so far
I had thought, just maybe,
Why lies are always so kind
Lies are always kind
But kind in what I may question,
Kind to bring intention to sin,
Or kind to be godly, just, righteous.
Lies are always sweet,
Though they never go far.
Truths are bittersweet,
But lasts for our eternity.
honestly, i wanna live as stuffing in my stocking
i could hide from the world and lie to myself in vain without the guilt of guilt
i could miss her without the wax buildup free expression can sometimes bring
i could miss her without the dead skunk smell of public opinion and just be good ole martin l. king
my middle name could take a rest and quit making painted faces at every thousandth hundredth joke
every daydream could be a salt water pool in my mind turning my skin into melted m and m tan butter
i could laugh at myself because of the simple fact that i made you laugh
honestly, i just wanna live as happily habitual liar as stuffing in my stocking
maybe then i could give myself each day my daily buttered bread....preferably freshly made texas toast
The trees drift with your smile
As I stare and think
What a beautiful bond
That we graciously link
As the wind whispers your name
In and out of my town
As I picture you by my side
I stand proud in that white gown
“Stephen,” it says,
“Where have you gone?
Where are you to finish
Sheryl’s unique song?”
“Why did you leave?
Are you coming home?
Sheryl’s lost deep within
Her mixed-up zone.”
But no sign of you
No matter where I look
I used to open and read you
Like a never-ending book
I used to see your face
As I melt shyly down
I used to hear your voice
In your own singsong sound
I used to feel your skin
As close as can be
It used to be so clear
And now I can’t even see
You’ve been gone too long
And now I have to mend my heart
In my wildest imaginative dreams
I never thought we’d be apart
Your loss hits my world like a ton of bricks
I constantly repeat our time we spent
Because I know deep inside
You were nothing but Heavenly sent
I wander in circles
Trying to cope
I repeat questions and answers
Deep within my throat
I cry moon filled dreams
That will never come true
But no matter what I say
I will not stop loving you
Because words can’t describe
All these emotions for you
All I know is this simple fact
That they are 100% true
Her grandpa’s funeral was over…but she still hurt inside
so she ran into her bedroom…closed the door…and cried.
On her bed…her face lost in her pillow…is where her Grandma found her
and with the gentleness of an angel…put her arms around her.
“I miss him so much,” she said…”and I know all this crying might upset him
but Grandma…I am so afraid…I’m going to forget him”.
“Forget your grandpa!…Oh, sweetie…that is something we will never see.”
“Come,” she said taking her granddaughter’s hand, ”take a walk with me”.
Grandma smiled at her granddaughter as they walked into the sun
and as they sat down on the shore where two rivers become one.
“What you and Grandpa had was special…and he wouldn’t be upset to see you cry…
but don’t worry…you will never forget him…and before you is the reason why.”
“We are sitting at the point where two rivers come together and a brand new river starts.”
“Can you see how, once they’ve been combined, you can no longer tell them apart?”
“This same thing happened with you and Grandpa as it does with family and friends”
“Once your two lives joined together it’s hard to know where you begin…
and where your grandpa ends.
“Whenever two people share love,” she said, “in their own time and space
a harmony…a symmetry…a confluence takes place.”
“A confluence is like a miracle…one river born from two…
Which means you will always be a part of him…and he a part of you.”
“It’s a simple fact of life…that nature has created…
once two rivers come together…they cannot be separated.”
The little girl placed her head on her grandma’s shoulder,
she held her hand…she wouldn’t let go…
and they sat in silence on the riverbank watching the river flow…
Watching two rivers come together
watching as a new river starts…
and sharing one of nature’s miracles…
the confluence of two hearts.
I guess to me vol. 1 just wasn't enough
so I guess it's time I refill this lyrical cup
the difference is I gotta explain how different I really am
the depths of a real nigga has just began
concerning this world I guess it don't amaze me
how men & women use each other is far from crazy
but maybe I just reached my spiritual peak
like I told yall love is what I continue to seek
most men can't seem to look a woman
expect by the way her body looks
I guess the difference is I'm on a different page
matter fact a whole nother book
difference is I'm talking to women to see where there heart is
I could careless how many baby fathers you got & how many kids
I'm on a mission just to talk to women because I respect their convo
it sometimes amazes me how a man could make a woman feel so low
but thats the world its lost and don't wanna be found
so if anyone hears God's voice they recognize this heavenly sound
difference is I'm on a love search yeah It might hurt
but one thing I realized is you gotta put God 1st
difference is I'd take a woman with a good heart gladly
for the simple fact I know with this woman
I'd be eternally happy
If you was mine I'd get you the best things money could buy
but since money ain't nothing
I'd dedicate my time to you till the end of our time
I'd love you with all my heart and soul
even when we go threw bad times
because ever since we met all I ever wanted
was for you to be mines.
If you was mines I'd take you to meet my mother
now I ain't spittin' game but truthfully
I'm trying to be more than ya lover
The 1st time we met it was something
about you that caught my attention
even though I'm a man of business
a woman like you is the only thing I'm missing.
If you was mine I'd do whatever it takes to keep you happy
for the simple fact this is feeling like a dream
this gotta be a dream somebody slap me
I think I'm in love with her
I think I wanna make her my wife
I love the way her body feels next to mine
at the end of the night.
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