Something changed my life.
At 17 they said I had a milliard of mental disorders,
I got committed to a mental clinic.
That was’t it.
I didn’t go in willingly,
Wasn’t allowed to talk or see anyone from outside for a month.
That wasn’t it.
I’d always had a therapist,
Ever since I can remember,
This one was the one who saved me from myself.
She wasn’t it.
I had many moments of despair,
Many moments where I couldn’t take it anymore.
None of them were it.
Days, weeks, months,
An eternity passed,
I was still there.
The silliest thing happened one morning.
Doing yoga on the corner of the terrace,
The sun was peering through the greenery of the tiny yard.
Then it happened.
As I was looking at the way the sun reflected on the bamboos,
The way even though months had passed and I was still there,
A feeling of peace overcame me.
A peace I’d never felt before,
A peace that only comes from within yourself.
From accepting that where you are,
What you’re doing,
What surrounds you,
It all is exactly how it should be.
I had found my happy place,
And I’d go there anytime I wanted,
By just closing my eyes.
Categories:
milliard, age, angst, anxiety, art,
Form: Bio
At Pearl Harbor I was a Second Class Gunner’s Mate,
On the USS LCS(L)-53, it was my home straight,
And we had radar picket duty with my proud gun,
Between Okinawa and Japan, my 20mm connon.
Unfortunately, I got an infection in my right hand,
But our craft was too small to have a doctor at hand,
But the destroyer William D Porter was right on duty,
So our skipper knew I’d loose my hand, so he did hurry.
He contacted the destroyer which pulled up aside,
I was chair lifted onto her, and luckily the sea did abide,
Felt so happy to set foot on her, and my mates teased,
That I’d be exchanged for ice-cream any day, they eased!
I was only there for one night, then went to hospital,
I went onto a hospital ship anchored that so was brutal,
And after Porter had dropped me, she returned to duty,
But within the hour was sunk by the Japanese in cruelty,
I got back into good shape on the hospital ship,
So went back to my ship, discharged and feeling tip;
I checked my record for all of the ships that I served,
And I was surprised, the Porter’s listed unreserved!
Categories:
milliard, courage, friendship, health, hero,
Form: Heroic Couplet
Proof: a bedazzlement in disguise;
Proof: what's watching your eyes, as you realize--
what are people?
Shards of an astronomical figure approaching as the gentle invocation of the breeze, succeeds
She, the flowing message, in silent company, paints the motion picture of a milliard broken mirror poses
That glitter at the height of the falling of the day
As walking flesh
As dancing mezme-resemblences
That dash!
Past the party’s alarm-throttle instrument;
Churning, from panic in a torched sky
To the shadow figure that was catching our flight
In our glass figurine
Where all is
Music,
Awander inside
Categories:
milliard, music,
Form: Free verse
Bell chimes on the right
Bass increases from beneath the stage
A voice enters with a milliard faces alight
Complex variables follow the line
The house lifts weight from the ground, accelerating aloud
Steadily a breeze comes to be a storm
As the world purges out a mouth of light
Following the sound of spinning lights
Categories:
milliard, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Chou chou ma chère~
ne s'essoufle pas
~ ne se voue pas à la zizanie
~ ma coeur volete en vrac
quand je suis avec toi chérie
~ tu est comme la mer
~ une mer délicieuse et tourbillonné
~ je suis ton youyou voué ~
je suis ton ésclave joyeux ~
submerge-moi dans ton état pluvieux et beau
~ Chou chou ma mer virée et mouillée~
je suis un zealot pour ton vacarne~
avec toi le suis comme un va-nu-pieds hébeté
~ ma chère osé ~ s'asseye avec moi~~
En un clin d'oeil, je voudrais vivoter
pour un milliard années à regarder
fixement tes yeux si sensuels~~
Chou chou ma chère
donne moi l'éscarmouche
de ton amour éclatant.
Categories:
milliard, love,
Form: Romanticism