I grew beneath the leaves,
where shadows kept their secrets.
The shadows of the field.
Still, I grow,
rounding in the dirt,
like a small orange moon.
No one saw me.
Rain touched my shoulders,
bees hummed over my hidden face.
The vine twisted around me and gently whispered “just wait”
So I waited…
Soon Autumn came.
The cool crisp breeze.
Blowing the leaves from my face,
Uncovering me for the first time.
There I was—
Unhidden, for the first time.
Big, bright, round and orange.
The grandest pumpkin, you once couldn’t see.
But I was there.
Patiently waiting to be seen.
Do the empty, balding patches on my head express it to you?
How I’ve stayed silent
just so you could heal?
How I’ve cried endless nights over you,
just so I don’t ruin you any more than I have.
How you don’t even care to look me in the eyes
at dance or to even watch me dance.
How you dare to even say
“I don’t want a hug from you.”
To my face,
mind you.
Something I would never dare to do to you,
because I would be scared if I hurt you.
What have I done to deserve such hate?
What can I do to reverse it?
What have I done for you to not even look at me?
What can I do to reverse it?
What can I do to help you?
nothing.
They say you can’t count hairs,
but you sure can count the friends you’ve lost.
378 hairs.
only 7 friends.
As I rise from my slumber and from my dream
With my goals for the day, yet unforeseen
I’ll stretch and yawn
Like Grass on The Lawn
And say, “Good morning, Lord”
With a morning smile I can afford.
Start my morning with God in mind
Will certainly prove to be divine!
I’ll hum a tune or maybe two
For the Lord to brew.
Mid-day at work or school
It would be rather oh so cool
And definitely fair and square
If I whispered to God a little prayer
Even if just to say “Hello Up There!”
Before I stop to converse with my mom
What occurred today with Mary and Tom,
And what teacher said
That had me dread
The blue sky hue
Turn to gray debut
I shall run and hide in my secret room
And first tell God to weed and prune
The horrific occurrences of the day
That chastised the sun to go away!
And when the night is on the rise
And my eyes catch the twinkle of the stars on high
And the moon shines bright
As I lay myself down for the night
I’ll whisper a prayer to God above
To pardon and guard me with eternal love….
You be my sunshine, and I'll be your blue, together by choice, not held by glue.
Sunshine brings shadow, and shadow brings blue,
yet neither is hated; both are true.
Yellow and blue, when we collide,
we don't vanish, we don't hide.
We make green, of leaf and life,
like finger paints at the age of five.
So let me be the shadow
that knows you, yet completes you.
‘Don’t judge a man ‘til you walk a mile in his shoes’
Great advice we can all surely use
An earlier version
may also apply to every person
‘Don’t judge your friend ‘till you’ve been in his place.’*
pertains as well to a different case
If you witness questionable behavior at work
don’t jump to label the person a jerk
Follow him home, to 'his place:' Watch how he treats his loved ones
~ Perhaps he’s devoted to his wife, daughters and sons
___________________
*Talmud - Avos 2:5
I screamed until my throat tore -
"You're hurting me! Please, let me go!"
And you stood there, vacant,
gazing at me with a soft, baffled innocence.,
because you couldnt see the violence of your hands.
You wouldn't see it.
Instead, you looked down at my bleeding body,
shook your head in quiet disappointment,
and whispered,
"Look what you made me do."
Not Built For Goodbye
I wonder if you somehow knew?
When you heard my infant cry.
That I was somewhat different.
Im not built for goodbye.
As a child at play with friends
How I longed for them to stay.
But when they’re mother called them in
I’d watch them walk away.
It seems I would grow used to it.
When there’s goodbyes I must bare.
No matter just how hard I tried.
God knows I’ve known my share.
When lovers left, the tears would fall.
Could it be it’s my mistake?
Each love when it reached its end.
Again my heart would break.
I knew one day the day would come.
You would spread your wings and fly.
And on that day I must be strong.
But I’m not built for goodbye.
So mother, turn away from me.
So you won’t see me cry.
The child once held inside your womb.
Not built for goodbye.
Edwin C Hofert
Black Manta and Jayna sing's
Sexy Mermaids
Written By: Dristter A. Niente
and Lex Luthor
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"because of its inherent qualities
I don't know what to say
the ship in the harbor
follows me
every step of the way
it might sound crazy
maybe I'm insane
I saw blackbeard neath the pelmet
just the other day
I aint got no issues
she replaced theJolly Roger
with a pink and blue pelmet
I saw her blackbeard
I couldn't look away
thar she blows
I know there I go
Neath the pelmet
I saw blackbeard
Dobros get your jolly
she told us all
strangers in the night
a ship big and tall
thar she blows
and there I go
i saw a blackbeard neath her pelmet
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ple growth wood and cured resin
gives it it's sound
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The making of the Scarecrow is a documentary
Narrated by Lex luthor
dawn lifts its pale glimmer
mist drifts low
a single bird trills a soft note
the stream brightens,
dew gathers stories
the world feels newly made
I made you a god
The planets align
I’d break my own bones just to build you a shrine
I’d pray at your temple
I’d give up the devil
Send him straight back to hell just to get on your level
I’d live on your altar
And rip out my soul
I’d walk through infernos and bleed on the coals
I’d walk out of heaven
The angels can cry
I’d give up forever just to be by your side
A treaty for two
A careless devotion
I’d drown just to touch the bottom of your ocean
I’d worship your body
I’d swallow your sins
And kiss every square inch that no lips have been
My face in your neck
I’d arch to your touch
I’d pull you in deeper and surrender so much
I made you a god
So take me away
You’re a holy addiction I’d die for everyday…
When in this grand spectacle
Life's, left out or lost
You've felt, and teary
Repeat that, as God's Love-seed
In a womb planted:
"I'm still here; still me".
Clay and dust made food
The sloth must be fed daily
Consciousness enslaved
In each of these restful poses
To sleeping's own posture
What he boasts in never leaves her;
An eye for fine sculpture.
Idol. Harmlessly inactive!
Disabused of, disturbed!
Through whose then cracks, sounds again for
One with living perturbed.
Three months and you're gone.
We keep up to date
Make up time lost to closed windows,
Re-open doors and
Let the light in all
At once blinded and dazed.
Make up time lost to petty fights
Closed off minds that wander, sometimes,
towards each other-
Now unrequited.
Make up time in people
Like roots, expanding,
Respirating, out-with-the-old that never
really dies because water never really runs out, but circulates
Bones. Muscle Fibre. Tendons. Joints.
Talk to that small part of yourself that remembers a piece of her
A tiny thing that never fits quite right,
Made-up time that can teach only
In hindsight
The poison of idle hope.
Pitch colours and throttled laughter.
A pain in the back of your skull that you wish was something more.
Make up time in sensation
Relive the inanimate
The comfort of its permanence.
(when my wounds have stopped bleeding and) [their eyes close for just a moment]
(i remove my sharpened bandages yet) [earth cares not of my turmoil i am blanketed in]
(why is there shame in hurting) [skin that was molded greatly in the eyes of no one]
(stars that glimmer for the sake of the night) [seldom bothered by the crowd]
(please i have nothing left to offer get me off) [the tables that merely overhear murmurs]
(this world that munches me bit by bit) [scratches again and again]
until nothing can be made of
(me) [it]
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