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Sometimes I pretend I’m Death's groom
I find my father’s sperm still inside
I find it nestled in my mother’s egg
I find the original template
I find dead things like DNA replicating
Sometimes I feel dead inside
I become fallen leaves in November
Their double-helix uncoupling
I become my bamboo chair sunbathing
I even become the lifeless moon
Death be patient, stay the desire
Trees need leaves alive or dead
Dead DNA bears many children
Wait, loved ones need me alive
What’s one more day of suffering?
Death are you more alive than dead?
Perhaps molecules have feelings
Perhaps a chair waits patiently
Perhaps trees mourn each fallen leaf
Death, you claim the universe
When Death knocks disguised
May I have the strength
Pour tea instead of spirits
Offer snacks instead of a smoke
I see through all your masks
Death don’t covet me
I’ll play possum with you
You’ll be a cancer in my genes
I don’t know how to be among the living
I close my eyes and tune out
I pretend I am your groom
Betrothed since I was a sperm and egg
The moon and leaves line the aisles
The chapel of bones and nails wait
And I leave you at the altar
Believe me I can play sheet music,
Please leave the television alone.
It’s that time of night again girl,
Come play with my metronome.
Let’s create our love music,
Girl don’t change the channel.
I can’t take my hands off you,
You know you’re my piano.
I go up and down your scale,
To find the right tone of key.
It’s an octave of pleasure,
And that key must be the ‘G’.
Or is it the middle ‘C’?
‘Cause Every Good Boy Does Fine.
You like it when I hit the B flat,
And play two hands at a time.
Chop sticks, twinkle twinkle little star,
Or Mary had a little lamb.
I’ll get any tune out of you,
From the maestro that I am.
Playing my piano, tickling the keys,
Bobbing my head to the bedroom beats.
This was our private session,
To create a sonata in the sheets.
I want to be where the air is fresh and clean
and smell the scent of decaying matter
providing nutrients to mother earth
I want to be where I can see animals running free
under massive trees and where large boulders
full of moss and lichen live
I want to be where one can view the sky at night and
wonder at the universe full of lonely stars shining down
long after they have vanished
I want to be where I can listen to the sounds of nature
and the conversations that take place between the trees
and plants as they joyfully enjoy themselves
I want to be where one can see the silvery moon and its
craters with the naked eyes and marvel at its reflecting
light that has joined together many lovers
Perhaps I can travel there in my dreams if I could only
tune out the noise of people, vehicles and city lights
and sleep.
I do not want to turn on the radio because I do not want to hear about more Palestinians starving in Gaza
I do not want to satisfy the growling in my stomach because I do not want to feel full when so many perish, even as food deteriorates at locked boarders
I do not want to watch television because I do not want to see the calamity of weaponized famine
Yet
my ears can not unhear
my hunger can not go unsatisfied
my eye can not unsee
the brutal horror of vengeance
unchecked
I dare not tune out the collective moans of a starving nation
I dare not think of my momentary lack when so many have suffered to the bone
I dare not watch when
targeted aggression goes awry
and innocents die
and the Red Crescent is no longer a symbol of piece, but a target for chaos and destruction
No I will not watch the world watch,
in silence
ANYTHING but normal
I hide BEHIND my shadow
CAGED up with fear and shames
DENIED by many
EMOTIONS I have none
Lonely is my only FRIEND
Wanting to be GREAT
HAPPINESS I'm chasing, but can never catch
IDIOTIC choices made me suffer
JOY is waiting just around the corner
KINDNESS needs to catch up
LOVE is just a word
MEMORIES are meant to be shared
NEW beginnings are meant to be made
OPPISITES never mix
I'll never find PEACE in this world, be QUICK but quiet
I'll never REST
Watching the SUNSET
I TUNE out the sounds around me
UNDERSTAND me not
VICTORIES should be cherished
WINNERS never really win
X is the third to last letter in the alphabet
Broken YOKES are no good
My mind holds wild beast that don't belong in the ZOO
Let's be lonely together
Lonely's no fun on my own
It doesn't depend on the weather
I'm lonely because I'm alone
The number of people don't matter
I'm often alone in a crowd
The words that I hear are just chatter
I simply tune out all the loud
Quiet by nature, an actor
I play a good role socially
But inside the governing factor
Is different in reality
When cast in the realm of the spoken
I trip over words I can't see
More natural convey I through music
I speak through it more easily
No need to befriend lots of people
Not more than a few, maybe three
But I'd be okay without any
If it could be just you and me
The overwhelming noise of the world
lands on hardened ears that have learned to ignore,
tune out, and selectively seek out the tones that are pleasing
and bring solace to their tired drums
Like the sweet silence of the night,
the chirping of a lone cricket in the night,
the low croaking of the bullfrog,
a coyote's drawn out howl across the night sky
Sweet silence fills the air
soothes the soul
giving it time to recover
from the harsh discords that fill the day
easing the fears that well up inside
and threaten to wipe out my identity
Silence is a sweet surrender,
to the longing inside to be free,
wild as the hummingbird on the breeze.
That boy will make you want to cheat,
led through mirrors in Joker’s fun house;
Your happiness cannot take a backseat;
Twisting your form you think it’s defeat,
perfect reflection but you see a clown’s;
That boy will make you want to cheat;
Don’t fall for a comedic pied piper beat,
or get a virus from contagious frowns;
Your happiness cannot take a backseat;
You hear his deranged phrase on repeat
‘til you tune out the background sounds;
That boy will make you want to cheat;
Swirling images show you incomplete,
all that’s missing are your golden crowns;
Your happiness cannot take a backseat;
Just as you are you are complete,
you already survived the hardest rounds;
That boy will make you want to cheat,
your happiness cannot take a backseat.
In these words I seek God's
Guidance to write
I pray for many within it will cause a fight
That maybe you are tired
Of stumbling on your own path in the night
Perhaps you do not like to attend church
Maybe because of all the division
Of the churches and within them
Many years ago I was on the Mississippi river
On a barge boat when the Lord changed me
Jesus will come to you where you are
To dwell within that you might have peace
One may already be ready to hate
For I seek to only help your fate
Jesus did not come to comdem this world
He came to give division from flesh
That one might be born of the spirit
Each one of us needs this rebirth
Unless you are fine with this earth
God does not dwell within others to please man
But to bring light to the darkness
And to show His love to all
He puts His will inside one
That they might be a vessel
To help snatch one from death
Before they escape there last breath
This world hated Jesus without cause
Because through love He showed there flaws
For many I pray it will bring comfort
For many times we feel like we are alone
But broad is the highway to death
Few is the way on the narrow path
God's fire within will give you strength
Your eyes have received new vision
You will tune out the outside noise
For your guidance comes from within
And the words of life He left us
To help one understand what
This greatness is He has placed within
To the closed eye His words are foolish
But to the open eye and mind
They reveal the mystery of the truth and life
Netflix, I will not watch you tonight
I wanna spend the evening hungry
I wanna be a pioneer without WiFi
I wanna be a cowboy without a harmonica
I wanna be a pine tree without the sun
Attuned to the emptiness of a night
You give me endless choices
Your shows pique my dopamine
You embrace my eyes with episodes
You are a safe addiction to the lonely
You keep the walls from closing in
You ask me to feed from your body
But, who consumes whom?
Should my eyes drink your distractions?
Or is it the screen that eats my solitude?
Cowboys do not hunger for seasons
They don’t hunt pixels of panthers
What then do predators like me watch?
Panthers do not subscribe to Netflix
What then do pure hunters dream of?
Do they wish for an end to their hunger?
Do they wish to be like pine trees
Every day, they’ll drink the sun
Unlike me who'll not subscribe
Netflix, I’ll keep you off tonight
I’ll hide the remote control just to see
A night without the Great British Baking Show
A night to be a pioneer without a laptop
A night without endless prey to a panther
A renegade on the plains without Wifi
I’ll go to bed dreaming of cowgirls
We can tune out tv all night
Lassoing Netflix and Prime tv, too
Pine trees know overconsumption
The sun ever out of their reach
Cover the canopy, turn off the WiFi
I’m a cowboy without Netflix tonight
I’m a pirate withholding my rum
Disquiet in mind with a murderous hunger
Like a thirsty tree without sunlight
Ravenous till it’s bedtime
Loneliness will be here the next morning
Netflix, what choice do I have?
Sunlight pales in your comparison
This cowboy will return to your bright lights
A little bit disillusioned by the black screen
The experiment in wisdom flickering
Till I tune in tomorrow