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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
There’s a magical cemetery north of here they say,
It’s a pleasant place to visit during the day.
Be sure the gate is unlocked if you plan to stay,
some just go for a thrill!
Visiting the dead is not the only reason to go.
A paranormal natural illusion awaits, a creep show.
A strange, haunting experience is all we know.
We need to listen, be still.
Pitch black at night, a warning if you easily scare.
Running out on a grave gets you points, it’s a dare,
I heard it in school, they do it bare but it’s rare,
and against our will.
On a lonely stretch of road, objects, gravity defies.
When you get to the spot, your vehicle flies.
And all must be quiet to hear the spirits cries,
or see feathers of a quill.
Santeria is noted when feathers have been gifted.
In space, the car, with all of us in it, will be lifted.
This is a story ‘bout the Halloween night we drifted,
through Gravity Hill.
An old Chevy Impala is what we teens packed into.
Fright stories were told along the way, some true!
Hair stood on arms, Bloody Mary, was one of the few.
It gave us such a chill.
One girl shouted; I looked in the rear-view mirror!
I saw her ghost! And so, it couldn’t be any clearer,
We were close, suspenseful of what grew nearer.
Then sounds of a French trille.
Natural illusion’s tricking everyone, in a mystery spot,
With no view of the horizon line, and near a dark lot,
The driver put the gear in neutral like he was taught,
as if by magic, began rolling uphill.
A slight downhill slope appears to be going up slope.
Then somebody asked, did anyone hear that? Nope.
A cayote ran across the road, had hoofs like an antelope,
with a wide grin and grill.
A layout of the land produces an optical illusion,
What you see is what you get, my conclusion,
Let ghosts lie, for it is us who are the intrusion.
Memories non-fiction, no frill!
GRaViTy HiLL
“Progress Being”
The opportunity struck that I grew to find,
I took a risk and felt no urge to change my mind.
In the “now” to live my life without regrets
The game of life’s chance called roulette.
I don't think that I would be where I am today
If I didn’t live out yesterday!
What you see, is what you get
I’m the human in “progress being,” see who you met.
Aware of owning what I lead.
Aware of the strength that is rising through my feet.
Of choices I've made,
Of the ‘yin’ that I've saved.
Of the things that I've done,
My belief in myself, in another-you, and the One.
Forgiving of the words of my friends,
I know who they are to make mistakes, and make amends.
Follow my instincts, follow my inner star
It is the unedited version and real true radar.
On my sleeve I have worn to show my heart untamed
I am whole in the “real life” of moments and unashamed.
Double “A” free in actions. “Berkley,” free in mind, body, and spirit.
What comes next the guitar or good night dreams to visit?
The down beat is the inner drum,
Like the dark that feels the enigmatic rhythm.
Does not understand impact.
Does not like to get exact.
Understands the subtle feel.
Like authentic wine, whispered “sealed.”
As I wrote before, the timing in life is always NOW.
Perhaps that would be a philosophy as you know all to well in Tao.
Carpe diem another platitude or cliché’
It’s a waste of time to be high-browed as they say…... My focus is to be light and live
with a LEAP of Faith.
To share the positive things that we learned from our past
Takes time of building a rapport with another hopefully steadfast.
Getting to know someone to laugh with is a find.
Because what is learned and applied will not fall into the traps laid on NEW created paths
from behind.
Adding up my life, will total all my dreams.
I am counting all my blessings
And gifts like you that I receive
No matter what the expectation or what the other perceives.
I own my day and my thoughts,
Gentle not to challenge them to be fought. ?
Took this time to understand the perfect-imperfect
And the crinkled-pleat…
That I am what I am, who I am no defeat.
No sleep walking, hair untamed
“Progress being” is what is named.
Form:
Are we testing open waters?
I never should have stationed there
We were not prepared
Through the shame and sacrifice,
I was getting there
All we know is shelter,
Survival,
Yet we were unprepared
Mark the way
through tunnels we mistaked for urgent care
No one’s dying on my watch
If our fathers were here, they’d tell us not to stop
If our grandfathers were near,
They’d tell us what they went through has prepared us all along
They all came back, singing their war songs
with scars as big as my arm
Father’s leave
Whether emotionally or physically
Mother’s try too hard to be seen
While father’s don’t try hard enough
I mourned that past a long time ago,
Lighting candles for every expectation
That was left ineffectual
And we let the flame linger for the ones that we now realize,
Were never manageable
Her funerals in a week
But when she left me in pieces,
That’s when she was dead to me
I mourned our sacred whispers a long time ago
I’ve never met a person filled with such lies,
Such hatred,
And so much cynicism
I told her she could play every character on a reality show
Her funerals in a week
But when she left me in pieces,
That’s when she was dead to me
Father’s leave
Whether emotionally or physically
Mother’s try to hard to be seen
While father’s don’t try hard enough
I’ve never met a person filled with such lies, pettiness,
And so much arrogance
I told her she could play the cast of a reality show
Oh, the irony of what it’s called,
Verus what it really is
I mourned the past of “what you see is what you get”
A long time ago
Lighting candles for every character on our favorite TV shows
That lost their lives along the way
And usually my eyes water
at the beauty of your inspired eulogies
But this time,
There was nothing I could say
And though I mourned that past long ago,
I was left standing there unprepared
Are we testing open waters?
I never should have stationed there
I don't know what to say when my voice is being controlled
Even after all the millions of joints that I've rolled
I can't change the fact that both women and men strike my fancy
Even as exposed as it is --- I still feel like a pansy
Wrecked and Wicked I stay exposed (as the biggest of sins to some)
I don't care what people think --- it's human nature to be dumb
I am who I am and what you see is what you get
I'm not some b!tch to be controlled and to abuse (in all ways) that you seem fit
I'm still a soul upon which Satan Himself would love to be in possession of
And to some I'm still created from some "Being" from "above"
My life isn't some random prize to be won
Life was meant to be embraced and to live to the fullest in fun
You only get one so live it the happiest you can possibly live
Whether your the soul that takes or the soul that gives
Humans' clear purpose here is to "just live"
The person whom your created to be --- will never be just like me
You can't change --- nor will I --- to be your some created mold
Hold onto your soul --- because believe it or not --- it CAN be sold
Among the Peace and Spirit that you claim to possess
And the demons that you point fingers at for YOUR life being a mess
I feel like I'm pulled one thousand and one directions for you
When after 5 years you don't assure me that we are true
You say that there's nothing about you I don't know about
But --- the truth is --- there's 3/4 of your life that you thought I could live without
So who exactly am I married to?
Dispersed in a jar --- I know nothing about you
Hidden in the dark the side quests of your life remains untold
Not even lies replace the stuff you haven't told
Completely and nothing --- has never been said
But somehow our hearts together they led?
To this darkened hole that I'm supposed to fill with this "life"
When 3/4 of the time he doesn't realize that he's got a "wife"
The cord was cut and I took another step.
Wasn’t sure about all I saw but it seemed to take my breath.
A cool drink of water began to calm me down.
I can only try to understand moving forward upon this shaky ground.
Looking at so much heartache and I try to figure out why.
Try to greet a stranger, and all I get is his back I guess that’s good-bye.
Whatever happened to the simple things in life?
Never needed to have it all, yet my back doesn’t need this knife.
Feel the eyes on me with every step I take.
What you see is what you get, there’s nothing about me that’s fake.
Oh shooting star can I come take a ride.
So much here that’s wrong and I can’t make it right.
Just need a little break with the wind cool on my back.
When I come back down I promise I won’t fall between those cracks.
Oh shooting star can I come take a ride.
I just need a little break I’m not trying to run or hide.
Walk these crowed streets with emptiness all around.
Still a smile on my face yet the sorrow is raining down.
Try to choke these tears down, so much misery that I see.
Wish I could blanket those who have lost hope, I pray upon my bloodied knees
I can only offer what’s in this heart is there enough to go around.
I can only do what I can to show others what I have found.
So long I kept falling back and getting cut by my own sword.
Only just realized and used it right to finally cut the cord.
I’m no wise man just finally caught my breath.
Just wanna take a ride on a shooting star to see the misery that I left.
Oh shooting star can I come take a ride.
So much here that’s wrong and I can’t make it right.
Just need a little break with the wind cool on my back.
When I come back down I promise I won’t fall between those cracks.
Oh shooting star can I come take a ride.
I just need a little break I’m not trying to run or hide.
Here I stand on life's stage
About to give the performance of a lifetime
Not worried about reactions
Do not care about my feelings
Just here to show the most authentic self i can give
I grew up bullied I grew up deprived
My personal demons has cause my relationships demise
I get up each day not sure why
Alone in this bed no one to hold
Ashamed of my weaknesses I have many
Scared of what you all may think
I have pretended to love
Imagined being happy
But reality always kicks my teeth in
I am not the cutest by far
I am not the most enlightened one
I am so afaird of women it chills me to the bone
Intimacy is considered obsolete
Like my age I am not no young gun any more
I am a product of the past can't even be recycled
I long for support I wish I knew what true love was
Once I was there I thought so long ago but got scared and chased her away
In those dark times I was not brave
But today is new and this the crowning achievement
What you see is what you get all broken by two
One half devil one half angel
I won't knock you down no more
I won't curse your name
I will look at the reflection and see so much good change
I will understand me I will stumble forward though these ups and downs
For me this is the day where I say I forgive you
I will move forward with my lines unrehearsed because that is how it should be
I will take these demons and rise above
Encourage my self each day and repeat I deserved to be loved
For this For me and believe in this figure of a man hidden behind a curtain no more and i guarantee there will be no dry eye in the house. When I step.out of this self misery to shine as bright as anyone reading this poem can.
The stage is set Ladies and gentlemen I give you me.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
And it's always the same.
As I look into the camera.
Back out through your eyes.
We know each others secrets.
Yet "believe" the other's lies.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
it's easier that way.
It's not superficial.
This glorious facade.
Keeping up the act.
Is always super hard.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
They're the rules it's not game.
I've forgotten who I am.
You've forgotten yourself too.
I'm sure that this normal.
Matters not to me nor you.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
When I'm done you're thrown away.
Purely fictitious.
A character you create.
Image equals status.
Only have to imitate.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
Why would anyone complain?
It's not disingenuous.
I always play it straight.
Clearly you're enamoured.
I'm pretending I'm not bait.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
I'm perfection on a plate.
Vanitys a virtue.
You're a stepping stone.
My new flashy bauble beauty queen.
Shows how much I've grown.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
The limelights faded you away.
Like the film in an old camera.
You're no longer on a roll.
Hanging up to dry.
In a flash negative of soul.
Pretty plastic people.
Pretty plastic play.
What you see is what you get.
And it always ends the same.
It’ so sad to SEE,
A REALITY.
That judges a book. By the outside they SEE!
A book is not the only thing they judge! By its outside REALLY.
Mankind judges a man or woman outside BEAUTY!
Instead of judging mankind, by his or her PERSONALITY!
Society has become so PREDICTABLE.
Mankind falls for the opposite sex, because they’re IRRISTABLE.
So easily UNDERSTOOD.
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
Why is it important what you see on the outside? Of any being woman or MAN!
If what you see, is what you GET.
Is always what you get, always what you SEE?
I don’t believe this is true, or at least not in this SOCIETY!
Everyone knows on the other side, the grass is not always more GREEN!
When you are not standing in the picture, it always SEEMS,
To be that much better, than that which you HAVE!
So why try to hold or covet something you WANT?
Or maybe it’s that WHICH,
You WISH,
To have, but CAN”T!
So you desire and SCHEME!
Trying to get, or reach another’s DREAM,
Through another’s DREAM!
If what you get, is not always what you SEE.
And what you see is not always what you get, how can this BE?
Is this then a dream world, or a world of DREAMS?
Is this a world of dreams? Or is this our REALITY!
What will it take for people to SEE?
That it’s not always what you SEE!
Although, we see we are sometimes BLINDED.
Blinded by our expectations and PERCEPTIONS!
Blinded by our impurities, from our own REFLECTIONS!
Blinded by, other’s so called PERFECTIONS!
It’s my job to help you DECIDE.
Will you continue to judge mankind or this book by its cover! Or finally will you
take a look INSIDE!
Pictures they capture our moments in life,
like the moment you marry your husband or wife.
They help relive those memories like a story,
to capture our hearts or revisit OLD history.
A picture could be that of a loved one,
someone you've lost or alive and well son.
Remembering those last words to you were “I Love You”,
you carry there picture, knowing they will always guide you too.
The memories you have live on within us,
emotions can become real through a picture we trust.
Sometimes a picture is a memory we erase,
throughout life we make new memories to fill that space.
Or the precious moments we have throughout time,
With Social Media and News its a nice break from all the war and crime.
Like to see the moon at its brightest light,
or a clear night of stars that twinkle in the night.
Maybe the suns going down leaving that crimson sky,
you capture these moments without needing a reason why.
You can guarantee a picture wont let you down,
showing you its meaning without any sound.
Only to capture the truth, what you see is what you get,
like a card game, when you see your cards you place your bet.
Few moments later all bets are done,
then show those cards to see who won.
You check in close while Antes go up,
you hope to see and play their bluff.
To capture a storm on that beautiful day,
as the clouds roll in with the darkest of grey.
You capture the brewings of the aftermath,
outside your house along the garden path.
From your baby's first steps to marrying your soulmate,
with all this who knew pictures could be that great!
Rumor has it
that she is a monster
she cheats on her boyfriend
with her ex lover.
rumor has it
that she feels no remorse
she never feels horrible for the uproar she causes
she is empty inside.
rumor has it
that she never thinks of anyone but herself
she gets what she wants when she wants it
and never considers the consequences of yesterdays action.
rumar has it
that she cares about no one
that she is an emotionless robot
that she is selfish.
rumor has it
she doesnt care about rumors.
Reality Being
she has so much feeling she doesn't know how to handle
at night she cries herself to sleep knowing shes done so much wrong to everyone
she always thinks of what has happened between her and him
reality being
she hurts inside
no one ever can take away the pain shes caused herself and others
she loves him and she thinks thats all that should matter.
Reality being
shes as scarred as a Vietnam Vetran
she wishes she coud just be normal
she cares about everyone so mcuh
she doesn't know what the right desicion is
Reality being-
rumors arent always rumors
black isnt the same as white
there is many forms of truth and justice
and your heart can't lead you to the right choice.
A monster could have a bigger heart than a loving mom
this girl could care about them so much
yet no one asks
no one considers
they follow the rule what you see is what you get
no one dares to deliever
that who you are in the inside can't be seen from the outside
and not everyone is someone you should trust
just ask the girl with the broken heart