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When I go to school I want a double pink desk.
This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess.
Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew.
Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two.
The neighborhood searched, the whole city too.
Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe.
Jack and his wife split up, both blaming the missing on each other.
He moved in with his siblings, and his sad little mother.
What do you think she meant by double pink desk?
They discussed this statement, which was often made by Tess.
Jack fell in love with Marge on a fine spring day.
They got married, and moved far far away.
They have a daughter now, they call her Curly May.
She is unlike the other, but here is what she’ll say,
“When I go to school I want a double pink desk like my sis.”
Curious talk from this five-year-old miss.
I have something to tell you in all of its glory.
It's about a man and woman named John and Phyllis and it's a love story.
Phyllis is handicapped and John takes care of her.
She's the love of his life and he sure does love her.
Taking care of Phyllis isn't easy, John has to work very hard.
She makes him happy, she's a woman who he won't discard.
John works so hard to take care of her because she is his soulmate.
When I see such love between two people, it is absolutely great.
If you're wondering when these two will split up, the answer is never.
She loves him as much as he loves her, they are meant to be together.
(Dedicated to John Brown and Phyllis McIntosh.)
Train whistle blew ending the hellish ride
An eerie silence then a hiss of steam
People in cattle trucks all crammed inside
It didn't seem real more like a bad dream.
Doors were opened people told to get out
Human beings; some carrying cases
"Get into a line" the soldiers would shout
A look of fear etched on people's faces.
The fit and the strong; they were selected
Families split up to the left or right
Unlucky ones gassed and then cremated
Powerless they were against Nazi might.
Some inmates of Auschwitz are still alive
But a million poor souls did not survive.
Written Friday 16th May 2020.
The school bell is ringing but nobody moves yet
Trapped in the hallway between classes and years
My childhood is packed up inside my locker
While high school is waiting past the heavy doors
We split up the cafeteria tables like borders
Choosing our sides by the clothes that we wear
I stand in the middle with my lunch tray shaking
Halfway between who I was and who I will be
My old best friend passes and looks through my shoulder
Like I am a ghost from a grade she forgot
How fast does a memory turn into a stranger
Leaving you lonely in an overcrowded room?
If we spent our whole lives just cutting things smaller
To figure out where we belong in the math
What is left of the person we started out being
And who pays the price for the pieces we lost?
Shouldn't love will be with us until we die
tenderly embraced or apart for a silly lie?
To be one soul and be truly inseparable,
trust in each other must be irrevocable!
Let no secrets or passions
interfere with your feelings,
with your prized happiness:
they are only passing winds!
Shouldn't love revolve around sincerity,
what happens if there's no total fidelity?
Affair is the only reason for breaking up,
never betray your darling and split up!
Defend what's sanctified and honorable,
no small betrayal is worth any trouble;
what was sworn before God is eternal:
faithfulness is sacred, lust is carnal!
Shouldn't love resist any temptation
and prove itself to be an unbreakable vow?
Words meant to deceive aren't too mellow:
don't fail and fall hard, avoid isolation!
At dinner you sat
With phone in hand
Leaving no room for me
in your attention span
I got up
And came back
In active conversation you sat
With your friend on her phone
And a call on top of that
He came in a flash
Greeting you both
When he sat down for a peer to peer talk
I talked it up with him,
he was one of the guys
Someone I knew for telling boyfriends lies
We left and we hugged
He took you both home
Leaving me standing as if I had just gotten stoned
We talked only twice more
Once the next day
The second was was a whole other foyer
Two weeks later
You called seeking attention
An attempt that I gave zero exemption
For this was cyclical in nature
Where you’d mess up
Say something
And I’d make it better
But here I was done
I put my foot down
Breaking the cycle
Shooting you down
I wanted to wait
till after Christmas
But you gave me no choice
And i’m sure you think me senseless
But still it does stand
I was too understanding
I gave you everything
And you gave me nothing
And in the end
Tried as you might
To paint me the bad guy
So I allotted you that right
I meant every word that I said
From down in my heart
Because I was over tip toeing
I gave you words that were tart
From the bottom of my phone
I’ll read it aloud
Where I said: “... Good bye, for good this time”
You said “... Good bye and don’t even answer”
In a parallel universe everything might be different.
I wonder what would happen if I wasn't the oldest sibling.
Or maybe if my parents didn't split up.
Would my life be completely different if I grew up in another state?
Or maybe, if I would've just asked you out and didn't wait?
In another world, did you say yes? And if so, how long did we last?
I'd like to know, because if it wasn't long then maybe I can stop dwelling on the past.
But without knowing, I can't.
I still think of you everyday, and I text you all the time.
I think of the shimmer in your eyes or how the way that you laugh is like a melody to my ears.
Would you notice those things about me in another world?
Do you in this one?
I keep wondering, but all I'm left with are unanswered questions.
I'm stuck wondering if you would ever say yes to someone like me.
Is that a possibility even in a parallel universe?
Am I as annoying and loud as I think I am in every possible place?
I can't help but wonder, only thoughts of you fill my head space.
I've been up all night, stuck on the thought of you.
Would we ever work out anyway?
Even in a parallel universe?
Besides the oceon's kingdom
lies a splendid land where the heart
is made happy to its core,
and the soul finds its own freedom
to venture itself...despite of fright:
like a volture that has a need to soar!
There I spent the indelible days
of that unhappy youth and tasted,
with much bitterness and delusion,
the first bites of reality
that started up a controversy...
youth is meant to be lived up
to one's fancy and be entirely free
of obstacles,worries and sadness;
mine was just the contrary...
a boy obeying the father's strict rules:
harsh rules demanding obedience,
never bending to show affection!
Sad to say that my mother's brave heart,
sheltering me from his insensibility,
split up it up between the two:
deciding,with thoughtfulness,
which one should own it completely;
and as torn apart as she was...
she devoted her entire life to me...to imbue
my child's thoughts and recall them
whenever I was susceptible to boredom!
Now, as years wrinkle my skin and show my age,
I'm reminiscing the unsurpassable strenght
and love she demonstrated in her courage!
Besides this continent's bounderies...
where fearless men challenge its tides,
friendly faces loom like shadows
seeking that friend who never spoke of inner feelings
and hid the an astounishing secret from them;
and if they think, I have forgotten their kindness...
when I was scared and needed comforting words:
no,I have never stopped thinking of them!
Throughout my journey,the only face
I recognized was that of somebody
folowing my footsteps...not to make me trample,
to spare me the agony of mistakes;
its shadow could not be seen...
was there a misleading perception so imaginable?
Through joy,hardship and dire...
I moved forward with one thought in mind:
not to sway my attention and lose my grip
on reality...like the captain of a lost ship!
I have an old gray button up shirt
Like the cowboys wear with rugged jeans
It fits big and covers me up completely
So that I feel like I’m living uniquely
I love this old shirt that cost a pretty penny
Because I purchased her at a magazine with plenty
Of beautiful pieces to match and select
I chose her on the part that I like best
Her ability to cover my upper body fully
So that I don’t have a need to feel unworthy
Because of my chubbiness or lack of flair for flirting
This one piece of clothing makes me feel assurance
I love her pockets on the front that seem so enduring
And give me a place to put my smokes even though
I quit them in 2013 before I met my ex-husband
That smoker who will never quit – the alcoholic
I split up from him but didn’t let my shirt go with him
He liked it and if he’s had his way, he’d have took her with him
But I can only say – he’s gone and my shirt has stayed
She’s will me til my dying day or hers, whichever comes first
We desperately need your help...we have no light in the dark.
We are to young for voice...sometimes all bite and no bark.
We get pushed aside...and usually forgotten.
We just need a chance...we're not all rotten.
We come from all over...we are too many to count.
Our Mommies didn't want us...our burden was too high an amount.
We all search for hope...in pieces and bits.
We have been left unwanted...a bunch of misfits.
Please reach out and help us...don't let them forget.
God brought you here to help us...his love we all get.
We've been split up and broken...separated by state.
We pray that somebody will want us...until then we just wait.
Like Yukon Cornelius...and Charlie in the box.
We make up this group of misfits...of whom nobody talks.
Please give us a voice...make sure that we're heard.
We pray that you hear us...go forth with our word.