Maybe there’s no leaving and going,
no returning, no entrance nor exit.
People live on the stories they tell each other,
living by a faith that may eventually
metastasize as a growth in the mind,
a cancer that attacks any original thought.
Maybe all the beliefs that ever were,
were whispered into our ears
by well-meaning celestial prison guards
until that time when we can cure ourselves
of the thousand and one children’s stories
taught to us by other children.
Then maybe there will be a real entrance
a real exit,
a real going and leaving. No more returning
to this all too small prison for big Ideas.
Categories:
metastasize, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Trees scream:
night birds cry.
Power lines hum
like locusts.
In my sleeplessness
I float on still air.
My skin is stucco.
The heart lies dormant.
From this window
roof tops stand
in hazy moonlight.
They metastasize
and I grow smaller.
My hair is shake,
my fingernails, tile.
The outside calls.
Leaves, be my ears.
Return me
from my structure.
But I am mute;
I no longer speak
that language.
I converse
in drywall
and plaster,
have learned
to function
on the moon.
Categories:
metastasize, loneliness, night,
Form: Imagism
A sweet marriage turned sour, had to be tossed in the trash
Wooden emotions of affection, anger burned love into ash
Marital memories put in the attic, placed in boxes covered with dust
Two cancerous affairs of the heart metastasize into fidelity distrust
Second mortgage is under water, swamped in bills ... no levee cash
Wedded bootleggers drown sorrows drinking the moonshine mash
A once healthy marriage died yesterday, got buried in divorce
Resurrected maiden name celebrates, in a singles bar of course
Categories:
metastasize, divorce, lost love, marriage,
Form: Ottava rima
An apology is a letter we write with our hearts to those that we know we’ve wronged so that we will be able to make the situation a little less hurtful than it was when it started. They don’t always work, but those that do have a tenancy to make us a bit better, although the emotion still remains even after.
And, when it doesn’t work, we continue to sit by and let the emotions fester and boil into a soup of metabolic fuel called anger. We let is metastasize within us, staying there and whispering little things into our ears, and becoming the thing we call a grudge. And when we finally do see the light, we either had enough confidence and morality to even bother to forgive, or we were the same cowards that walk away every time there’s a scrape or a fight instead of standing up for themselves as they should.
We can’t always control what goes up or down in the roller coaster we’re forced to ride on a daily basis. But what we can do is forgive. We can’t always forget when we should or remember what we must when we need to, but the least we can do is forgive. Because sometimes forgiveness has less to do with the pain of the heart and more to do with the pain of the mind.
Categories:
metastasize, analogy, anti bullying, feelings,
Form: Epic
manifest, multiply
manipulate, metastasize
masticate, mesmerize
minced, minimize
misericordia
meaningless
Categories:
metastasize, introspection
Form: Free verse