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The lord of the earth, the ruler of the world
You were once adored by Heaven and all
Most gracious Lucifer, the pride of the Almighty
Now lower than the basest of trash without pity
I wonder why you did it. I wish I could talk to you
I wish I could hear from your point of view
The version no one sees or hears.
I wish I could tell your story to who cares,
The hypocritical world, which has become a vestibule,
Will mock and say I ask the impossible
Curiosity drives me like a herd of cattle.
And I dance around like a snake’s rattle
Knowing as the Devil you were once an angel
Makes me know trust is overrated like a diamond bell
I do not judge you. That isn’t my job
The truth will be unwrapped someday like a cob
I do appreciate that you dared to be different
Though it made your membership card to be rent
Judgment for us is around the corner like homecoming
I extol not Satan, but the Son of the Morning
See You, But My Mind Is Free
You discarded me just like garbage ,
Wrote poems about me, calling me Trash.”
Called me an old fowl- I was forgotten and erased
Yet you linger in places to show your ugly face
You said I wanted wood, but it was you,
Speaking of it, showing up out of the blue.
Valentine’s Day—you stood in my sight,
A ghost of the past in the harshest light.
And today, again, like a shadow you came,
Thinking I wouldn’t notice, playing the same game.
But I see you—I see every move,
Yet my mind is free; I have nothing to prove.
I need not acknowledge, I need not reply,
You are nothing, no one—a whisper gone by.
So walk where you will, but you won’t reach me,
For I’ve let you go, and now I am free.
Written by mj2025-Aug
Human kind, population of many kinds
Each stake claim over dominant race
Bias race to think one is better than other
That their idea be any different than yours
Because it is not same of yours
Is it so much that you be right
Or learning experience to a better way
A way of change, even our hearts need looking
Hatred discontent, for your own life chose
Person we grown to be we except
With perception, we all seeing life same
Dreams of make believe come reality
Bias race, is it your life you follow
Or world in demand for a solution
It only be our own desire our guilt
Heart as wicked as soul of man
We kill for skin, robbing a life dignity
We earn respect, loyalty bought mere pennies
What is it we become the trash you street
We see man hungry, greed we feel
His rags rip by life circumstances
It is not we choose our color by choice
But by one's demeanor their character carry
The importance of the being truth be seen
Only in eyes of beholder bias race
One can not love another without first loving yourself
Has life destroyed perspective you had
What is it racism lives but in ourselves
That we hate another cause not who they are
Is white a minority, all dark skins
Should I fear the color or the man
Makes no difference, one as bad as other
But except skin, we are still same
Bias race, not just color but foreigners way
It's not our land we trample hearts
But morals of being breathe for same air
When in the U.S.A., and morning has broken,
'I'll fix breakfast,' are the words I heard spoken.
In reply, I would say, “To the kitchen I'll repair,
mend the coffee and, then, when I'm there,
what's more, I can restore the trash within our dustbin,
just refurbish the rubbish, and take it out, or leave it in.”
Altho' I tend not to be hungry, I've been supine all night,
yet I'll savour the flavour of her fine earthly delight(s).
Get stuck in and tuck in, with gusto, for a fry-up,
as 'shrooms, eggs, rashers and toms will all soon dry up.
But bring on the best of British brekkers,
black pudding, bangers and beans,
as bubble and squeak speaks to me,
if you know what I mean(s).
sometimes i sleep so long i forget to eat.
i think it’s supposed to hurt like bruises blooming purple on my skin,
so i press my thumbs against the moons under my eyes like checking fruits for ripeness.
my room has began collecting things:
half-drank glasses of water and trash spilling out the bin.
my teeth fall off every night in my dreams.
june creeps in quietly and it comes in every shade of blue.
i numb myself to avoid every thought but you.
i keep leaving my curtains closed the whole day
yet i ask myself where are the sun rays.
i just keep hoping this will all just fix itself.
while you’re out there living your mornings im drowning in my own dread.
maybe tomorrow it’ll be august instead.
maybe tomorrow the rotten fruit will be dead.
I found a notebook in blowing trash
left by an elder moving away.
Did she not want to keep it, I asked
Won't fit, one room, is all she would say.
She was bidding farewell to her home
of sixty-five years: she was too old
to live among ghosts she said would roam
I saved book to see what would unfold.
Opening the book, enchantment poured:
watercolors on each wind-torn page.
children, garden blossoms fondly stored,
ladies, beads in hair: the Flapper Age!
I was enthralled. An artist she was!
Beside each drawing, a note left, too.
She was a treasure living near us
I feel ashamed that none of us knew.
We tend to equate old with past tense,
behind the times, so we hesitate.
Of distant years, and her added sense
tales she could tell if we would relate.
Yellow flowers I took in blue bowl,
and visited with her a long while
I said, to hear her tales was my goal,
and saw the beginning of her smile.
March 22, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--N Words"
by Constance La France
a First
Do we
Throw It Away
All the memories we’ve had up till today Do we
Throw it all away
If we let our love go this easy
I will not know what to say
Do we
Throw it in the trash
We both know
That you can’t buy love with cash
And love is blind
It can come and go in a flash
Now both of us are sad
And now were stuck by ourselves
Thinking about the times we had
Everything I do makes you mad
But have you ever lived life
Without knowing your mom or dad
We shouldn’t throw it away
We shouldn’t let this end
Why let money break away our trend
Bend till I break
All the nights I lay awake
Thinking about all the things I do for your sake
If we discard our love
It’ll be some large shoes to fill
My heart is hungry
And you’re blocking it from its meal
If you want to do that then fine
We can throw it all away
And let our love sit in a landfill
Though awake all along,
She suddenly came to
It was midday after all
Bright sun, skies blue
This feeling was strange
Out of body, perhaps
She remained within range
Could it be a time lapse
Paranoia was instant
Legs heavy from shame
Light sweat and mild pant
She couldn't explain
Where was her mind
Who had she become
But tapping rewind
Only blistered her thumb
The children were there
In a state of confusion
Under her care
An episode, brewing
She pushed them away
To feed her need for silence
Go out and play
Mother needs rest
A cold water splash
To sober her skin
Cheap white trash
Is what she had been
How could she look
In their innocent eyes
She felt like a crook
Just shame fed lies
MAKING RAINBOWS
A collage of colors drips from my mind,
paints radiant rainbows on your silky sky.
Look at VIBGYOR spanned horizon you’ll find
me with color markers on edge of clouds floating by.
In your lone life when new dawns break
I flush with the sunburst hues your meadow.
Look at the sheen of spectrum dew drops make,
it’s me sparkling for you on your shadow, you’ll know.
At sunset hour your sky blazes in splendor
in all my colors I splash to complete the picture.
At nightfall when on moonbeam trail you wander
look at haze you’ll see my de-colored empty mind there.
I painted my love with the last drop of color I had,
don’t treat me like trash, don’t throw me in waste bin.
With tinge of your heart refill color in my void mind sad,
so I can make new rainbows on your twilight sky once again.
September 1, 2018
I try so hard to be good enough
I follow all that you say
So you say the past is in the past
But at the end of everyday you still see me the same way
You told me that the past would stay in the past
But the past isn't in the past cause you won't let it
I've started to build a wall between me and you
Cause I can't bare to keep looking at you
Seeing you will only make me lose the love that I have left for you
I know I did wrong
But I've learn and changed
But all that I do just seems to just go to waste
So you say you love me
Well then why can't you accept the new me
Why can't you leave the old me behind
And let us live our new lives
So you say this
So you say that
All that you is nothing but trash