Maybe Poems

The Last Indulgence, Or Maybe The First?

I butter the toast as if it were a pardon,
its crust breaking under my knife
like a sealed envelope.

The coffee is bitter ink,
a confession cooling in its cup.
I swallow it fast,
as if speed could trick the executioner.

When I buy myself flowers
I imagine them lining a witness box:
petals trembling,
each one swearing I once existed.

I take long baths,
the

Maybe , Maybe Not

In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, a dichotomous dialogue unfolds,
A perpetual pendulum of doubt, that oscillates between certitude and uncertainty's darkening folds.
A litany of lost opportunities, a catalog of unfulfilled desires,
Echoes through my consciousness, a haunting refrain that fuels my deepest fires.

The specter of indecision looms, a constant companion that besets my every stride,
A

Maybe, Baby!

Baby!... be my Lover?

Be my Lover?...Baby!

Maybe!...Under cover?

Under cover?...Maybe!

''Maybe they want a dictator''-Trump

Johnny get ya' gun
Red-Coats in D.C. - NO VOTES
BLEED FOR LIBERTY




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Notes:


IN THE UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT 

FOR THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA 


UNITED STATES OF AMERICA CRIMINAL NO. 


v. GRAND JURY ORIGINAL 


DONALD J. TRUMP, VIOLATIONS: 


Defendant. Count 1: 18 U.S.C. § 371 (Conspiracy to Defraud the United States) 


Count 2: 18 U.S.C. § 1512(k) (Conspiracy to Obstruct an Official Proceeding) 


Count 3:

Maybe they want a dictator - Trump

Johnny get your gun
Red-Coats in D.C. - NO VOTES
BLEED FOR LIBERTY

maybe they are here for a camp check up

girl and her daddy are in the doctor’s waiting room
neither of them appears to be sick
she looks especially well.
Her eyes are bright, and she is moving around like a bubble
She smiles at me and waves.
I wave back, glad to see her.
Maybe they are here for a camp check-up?
She turns and regurgitates all over the seat.
Her

Maybe

The whisper of a promise 
The hope of a new dawn 
The sun rises with curiosity 
Of what might come along 
Of who might change the world 

An elderly black woman sits 
Basking in the sunlight to reminisce 
Of a life far from bliss
Where pain was embedded in her blood
And childhood was an unfamiliar experience

Well, Maybe If I Have To -

Well, Maybe If I Have To….

I Won't Eat Humans Either
My Diet's Incomplete!
Of Course That's Not
Resourceful, Though…

With All That Wasted
           Meat!

Just Stay Yummy
Until My Tummy
Demands A Little More…
It's Not A Race
For Bloody Tasting
Fleshy From The Store.

Huddled In An Ice Age Cave,
I May Fulfil Your Wish…
With Nothing

I WOULD, I WISH, MAYBE, MAYBE NOT

I would numb the pain if I had the chance,
I would sew back all the hurt
I would go back in time to just take away the pain,
But I can't it's too late.

I would live back the memories,
I would laugh back at the jokes
I would freeze the moment when I did not have to break down

Misty maybe becoming

In dawn's hushed oozy mist
truths seem soft and gentle
so unsure of themselves
they become blurred shapeless
with no hold, knurl or grip
to bring into focus

Maybe Fantasy, Maybe Hallucination

I paint a whimsy in my mind,
A quiet place and pretty,
Where I can simply dream
Child-like without the nitty-gritty 
Of the city's less then kind imagination. 

In reverie, the gurus say, the mind
Will try visualization, the machinations
Of the Universe, or so it may seem,
But in truth it's just an aberration
Of Reality's unending hallucination!

maybe

maybe one day, in another time, another universe, the little girl in me doesn’t feel so deeply. maybe she learns to balance her emotions so she won’t end up getting so hurt every time. anything remotely upsetting in her life, makes her sad for weeks on end. enough to the point where she won’t eat.

Vermilion, Maybe

A parrot, a toucan,
a horse’s head,
and a girl in red shoes
follow a manikin
walking like an Egyptian
into the room
where I used to dream.
None of them speak.
They just rearrange
the brushes on the table
and wait for me to notice
what I left undone.

The Virgin of Guadalupe
smiles at their shenanigans—
a parrot on her shoulder now,
the manikin offering
a rainbow shoelace,
like a

Maybe all this time I have never loved anyone

Maybe all this time I have never loved anyone,
Even God above—but I asked Him to change my personality into a wise and loving human being, 
And prevent me from wasting something rare, 
So that I don't feel lonely anymore

Maybe One Day

Maybe one day, my pain will go away 
Maybe one day, I’ll feel the healing someday 

Maybe One Day 

Maybe one day, the bad memories will flee 
Maybe one day, my thoughts will be stress free

Maybe One Day

Maybe one day, my heart will not hurt anymore 
Maybe one day, it will be filled up with

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