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I might lose my mind, if I think of you. And yet I do. I do open the box that scratches up my wounds. In the most poignant way, you reach the surface of my pain, and dive deep in to draw more blood. You say you love me but you show only hurt. When you see her, does it remind you of me? When she blabbers, smiles, does the angry gesture that I would? Does that take you back in time?
Will you hurt her too, one day? Will she love you the way I do, even after everything you do? Everything you are? I see my reflection in her, crystal clear. She can see you, through my eyes. Maybe my tears dried up, maybe they got sent to her for safekeeping— until the day you bleed her dry as well. You ignore this, but do you miss me in August? Or the coldest days in December? Do you remember what you said?
My words don't form sentences enough to convince you. It's only 'cause you tie a rope around my throat— to silence the voice you once loved.
Does she make the same faces I used to? Can I please, get to love her too? 'Cause I do. I really do. Every fiber of my being yearns to know her. Well enough to one day, protect her from the truth. I hope you're good to her, the whole time, even if you weren't good to me.
Rotten fruits of the basket she's surrounded with, surely love comes at a cost. And I paid in full. Yet you keep me in debt, deliberately.
You despise me, don't you? For showing myself, the reflection of you. Eyes wide open at the truth.
It's the first week with my new pet/roommate
I've met him once before and he seemed like someone I can live with
I will say though, he does need to control himself sometimes
Last night he climbed into bed with me
Not only did he climb in bed with me,
but he also slept on the only pillow as well
I let him pet me because it helps him fall asleep
I just wish he would close the door when he goes to the bathroom
That smell, dang- it's enough to make my tail stand up
But hey, all-in-all he's a great pet
He feeds me in the morning, afternoon, and night!
When we go for walks...
I get to poop on that nasty neighbor's lawn- "Sweet"
I love my new pet!
I call him- "Ruff, ruff, ruff Ruff, ruff Ruff"
Don't ask me what he calls me,
Because he speaks in some kind of gibberish
I wonder if he knows what I'm saying
Okay sorry, here he comes,
time to act stupid again-
"Ruff, ruff, ruff ... Ruff, ruff ... ruff"
Now to lick him, and get me one of those awful tasting treats
that were probably made from the buttholes and insides
of some kind of wild Siamese two-tongued, five-toed sloths
Whose mom was a cross between a one-eyed cow and a cross-eyed cyclops
Well, enough barking for tonight
I hope my pet can shut off that darn television before he goes to bed
And- "GIVE ME BACK MY PILLOW"
I love my new pet
I do my best to train him
It's a little ruff
I Never Really Knew My Dad (A Memorial Day Tribute)
I never really knew my dad
As well as I wish I might;
He was a sailor in World War II
In the great Pacific fight.
He survived the war but died before
I ever got to ask;
About all the battles and hellish days
He carried in his past.
I thought I knew him well enough
As a child still having dreams;
But I never thought enough to ask
How he fought and what he’d seen.
Quiet in composure
A father for all times;
Had he not survived and married my mother
These words would not be mine.
Had he not survived Pearl Harbor,
Kwajalein or Guadalcanal,
Had his ship been sunk at Midway
I wouldn’t be here now.
To share these thoughts of thankfulness
For what he and others did;
Risking their lives, futures, fortunes and love
Giving all they had to give.
And when it all was over
And he finally came back home;
He never shared those memories
Save for some late night groans.
I once heard when he was sleeping
Then waking up in tears;
I never really knew my dad
And all his war-time fears.
But here I am because of him
And the woman he loved true;
Because of them a family
And these thoughts I give to you…
Never was a better man
Than he who raised me up;
And never spoke of what he saw
Or drank from his life’s cup.
Never will I have the chance
To ask him once again;
What happened on the battlefields
To you and all your friends?
Did you hear the screams of shattered dreams
And final, goodbye breaths;
Did you march in the parade of victory
Or lie under the stars and rest?
I’ll never get the chance to ask
At least not in this life;
But pray I will when the next rolls ‘round
And we both walk in the light…
With our mother, sisters and brothers
Family all with fallen friends;
I never really knew my dad
But surely will someday, again.
©Terrell Martin, Memorial Day, 2019
So what do you think of democracy?
I think it rhymes well enough
With unheralded Greek aristocracy
Democracy is a Greek bluff
Opinions differ on how to
Correctly spell the name
Clysphenes, some say, and others argue
Cleisthenes, they go, what a shame
We are clashing on most every problem
Problems grow, then again they disperse
Rulers decide should I live more nobly
Will it be for better or worse?
The best way to whitewash a tyranny
Is to make everyone responsible
This task Clysphenes did brilliantly
With the illusion of right it is possible
To support someone who don’t know
If them voters alive or dead
You just vote and they count up the show
The winner may be good or bad
Means nothing what person you are
You vote doesn’t count anymore
Go to astrologist ask where’s your star
In the constellation of war
You've been given responsibility
For those whom you didn't trust
But it’s over, your protest activity
Matters less than a pile of dust
That's the trick of Clysphenes
Feel guilty for your inability
For what you couldn't do regardless
But you’re burdened with liability
I remember a Texan James Haritas
He was a man of bright wits
He said let me tell you a thing about us
"Beware of Greeks giving gifts".
Today I rolled up my tongue
And put it away, not caring
What my mind had to say
My silence was enough
To put the stress away!
The day was quiet and long
But you see life is short
Silence even in anger
Does not have the will to retort!
Facts are things that noise distorts
I hear the wind creeping in the air
As chirping birds speak
In multitudes of tongue
As dusk approaches, letting the
Insects take on this debate!
When the need to fly home
Has risin up, all birds partake
For to dawn they have sworn, to wake!
All these silent moments
I cannot, well enough communicate
Healing wounds that dissipate
Does a bud that blooms today
Make a noise in anyway?
I open my eyes to ease and gentility
Accepting the power of silence
In sweet serenity!
18.3.23
I wish you knew me better
You would be my best friend
I wish you knew me better
You would treat me with respect
I wish you knew me better
You would confirm I am not evil
I wish you knew me better
You would glorify my God
I wish you knew me better
You would trust and cherish me
I wish you knew me better
You would stand by me
Through tick and thin
I wish you knew me well enough
You would let me
Lean on your shoulders
I wish you knew me better
You would appreciate
What I stand for
I wish you knew me better
Life would be more meaningful
To you my compatriots
Come closer to me my brothers
Do not stay far off my sisters
Judge me not from a far
Read me and be enlightened
(Preterition = the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard, in this case, charity)
Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He felt the rain, cold and dank, too many people
without shelter, poorly dressed, wet and shivering.
I’d rather not talk about it. I’m like everyone else.
No one smelt the squalor of a place forgotten by mankind.
So he retired to his beautiful warm mansion.
Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He knew well enough what charity meant.
A woman, beautiful and sick trembled in front of his house.
Inadequate clothes covered her body thin. She coughed.
Some drops of blood dribbled down her cheeks.
I'm cold she murmured. But cruelly he turned away.
Merciless night saw her wane as she lay exposed to the storm.
Don’t talk to me about charity. I know what it is.
I’d rather talk about beautiful things.
Morning came and found her dead.
They buried her outside the town in a forgotten grave.
Stop talking to me about charity. Tell me where I failed?
Alas, no bells tolled her demise.
They left her to the numb unfeeling cold
And slowly turned back to town leaving her to the merciless sleet.
Ashamed he felt that he should pray. May she rest in peace.
You see, he knew what charity means.
Bagram airfield the Ugandans handled the bomb dogs.. heading back to my CHU after a mission i would see them for their morning walks.. one dog famously wore motorcycle goggles, story is he took a blast of rocks in the face and survived but was partially blinded.. apparently his sniffer still worked and he could see well enough to do his job.. cool doggy
There were 40,000 people on that base and most armed to the teeth. several thousand were local nationals. Trucks in and out all day.. those dogs were a necessity, god love em. i played with them as often as i could. The Ugandan dudes were cool as f' ...
A gaggle of Mad Scientists
Shrunk me down in size
Placed me in a tiny syringe
Injected me into a woman's mind
They gave me special instructions
While there to look around
Report back to them immediately
All the mystery's to be found
I entered into this giant room
Dozens of doors surrounding the sides
I believe to be the main control center
I am a man in a woman's mind
(Wait a minute...that doesn't sound right)
I skip the rooms RESENTMENT, JEALOUSY,and GOSSIP
No need to open those
I've seen what they can do to a person
Best to keep them locked and forever closed
I come to the door labeled SEX
Being a man I try the knob first
Of course it's locked so I knocked and knocked
Go figure, there was no answer...
Before I realized what I was doing
I opened the door labeled NAGGING
All my ears hear is Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
What in the world was I even thinking
I may be crazy but I ain't stupid
I also pass by the door I'M UGLY, I'M FAT
Why can't women see what the rest of us see
The inner beauty that they all seem to have
Right next door is the room that holds her feelings
I've never been so scared in my life
I do this in the name of science
And for the better of all mankind
As soon as the door swings open
I immediately break down and cry
I've got all of these mixed emotions
And I don't even really know why
I'm not sure if science was ready for this
As I climb out the ear canal blocked by a phone
Not much that a man can do in there
Best to leave well enough alone
They seem more active at certain times
Not just at day or at night but
When you are in a battle with your faith
Ghosts can help you or be your nemesis
The ghosts of loved ones who passed
Often seem to invade dreams
They are messengers or perhaps
They are us and we are them reflecting
The darkness and light of our present life
Ghosts of loss and of ambitions
Fruition of destiny we should welcome
But we fear the unknown perhaps
Because we have yet to know
Our own ghosts well enough
To call them by name
Fearing pink brain to be insane
Rather than face the reality
That ghosts live inside of you and me
All the things we wish to be
All that we are all that we know
But more so our ignorance and stupidity
Stirred in a poetic soul food
Feeding that which we obsess over
We don’t have to wait till October
To see a ghost for we have them close
Whether we want to acknowledge it or not