I paused by the river in the late afternoon—
how many years have passed!
The plane tree on the bank, towering,
the riverbed unchanged;
what, I wonder, will I find on the other side?
The hollow in the plane tree has widened,
memories stored within its hiding place—
time ferrets them out through nostalgia!
We used to play cops and robbers as children;
dry plane leaves, at the mercy of the wind!
The riverbed, an endless white snakeskin,
stones rolled round like scales—
how often I slipped into its freezing waters!...
my schoolbag a lifebuoy upon my back;
sunken pebbles held hostage in the sand!
On the opposite bank stands my childhood home;
its chimney smoked on a day like this,
the doorway held a sweet scent as Mother passed through,
the courtyard gate creaked at Father’s step;
a robin sang amidst the fresh snow!
Born in the same home: Earth.
Raised with different beliefs,
women of opposing polarities,
each equally necessary.
You hold strong beliefs,
I’m more open to different ones.
You don’t need to question things too much,
I question everything.
Both feel equally trapped
by our outward appearances.
One wears Prada,
the other, a simple black tunic.
These garments -
just a form of protection.
Do we really need to carry
these shields?
I want to imagine the day when
we can dance naked in sisterhood,
keeping a harmonious equilibrium,
discovering that, deep down,
we are the same.
Exquisite curvy sculptures.
Made to Perfection.
Givers of life,
Creating a better world.
Cars squealing,
Trees shivering,
Humans zooming across town,
Probably back to that ‘small but cozy…’ apartment in the basement of an LA complex.
Thing is..
When’s recess?
When can I go home?
And why do I never feel at home?
Where actually is home?
Perhaps we’re all searching for home.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ train of tears
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in shade
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ phrases air-brush ¦¦¦ canvas.
Puzzling minds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ like my own
¦¦¦¦¦¦ to stillness.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the acrobats ¦¦¦ gone
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ you and I,
Face to face but travelling
In opposite directions-
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ you alone I watched depart,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of Directions/misdirections by Barry Tebb)
What if the dreams come true
In an argumentative way
You never thought they would do
But later, maybe the same day
Or it could be next year, you see
Dreams fall into right mould
Though quite unexpectedly
The opposite meaning unfolds
As if the other side speaks
Things you were afraid to hear
The fulfilment that seemed to be missed
Was never meant to appear
The hopes you considered naïve
Weren’t naïve at all
They gave you a hint when to leave
There’s always a suitable hole
It’s the same feeling, the hopes say
The same dream in its final phase
Grows your garden with roses of May
She is waiting with smile on her face.
Stop walking
in the opposite direction
of God's blessings.
Stop using
human imperfections
as the excuse
for moving
in the opposite direction
of spiritual light.
Stop running
in the opposite direction
of God's Grace.
Stop using
we all fall short of the mark
as the excuse.
You possess free will.
You know right from wrong.
So,
Stop walking
in the opposite direction
of God's blessings.
The seasons that change
Observing each a moments
Cosmic alignment
All is said to be fair
The freedom of choice with will
A polarity in mind
The world often wonders—how can two different personalities match up?
Wouldn't their differences create a barrier & let their happy lives shatter?
Well, it's the nature of our universe,
Where contrasts always attract,
Connecting two souls together—it's a cosmic truth, undeniable and exact.
Sadly, like ones always repel,
Drifting apart, and at one point, they start to rebel.
To be honest, that does make sense.
We experience both grief and happiness,
Yet together, they complete the beauty of life.
She loves summer & I admire winters,
Which lets us explore the world through changing seasons and skies.
She's hot, and I'm chill—
Just like the Sun and Moon, uplifting each other's beauty in the sky,
A perfect blend of romance & thrill.
With time, opposites start to feel complementary.
Things that once seemed like antonyms now feel like synonyms,
And that’s the ethereal glow of life & time.
Thank God, we have Liberty!
Thank God, oppression is something we no longer have to see
Thank God, we live in the land of the free
The land where injustice is a thing of the past
The land where the price, as they said, is lower for gas
And when politicians debate, they have a great big laugh
Thank God, we have Liberty!
So much, we welcome our neighbors across land and sea
Welcome them to the great land of opportunity
The land where children feel safest in their schools
And drugs like vapes are so not cool
The land where the president follows all the rules
Thank God, we have Liberty!
That our troops don’t march armed in our cities
Thank God, that’s just a thing of history
In a land where we all stand united as one
No neighbor against neighbor, son against son
And we have no use for our guns
Thank God, we have Liberty!
That every person has control of their own bodies
And we have the right to make choices and be healthy
Thank God, we have Liberty
But God, I ask a question to thee
What does Liberty really mean?
We do not know what life is by resigning ourselves to death.
Just as we don’t know what love is by only tasting hate.
The poor don’t know what it’s like to never look at the tag.
But the rich don’t know what it’s like to have nothing and not be sad.
Those who own companies don’t know each customer's regular order.
Yet the workers don’t know what it’s like to be judged by the public.
Models don’t know what it's like not to wear makeup.
While the girl who walks the dog doesn’t even own mascara.
The judges don’t know how much each fall hurts.
But, the contestants don’t know what it took for the judges to be at the top.
The cashier doesn’t know why he can’t pay for his food,
And he doesn't know why she’s a cashier.
The teacher doesn’t know what happens at home,
Just like the student doesn’t know what it costs to maintain one.
In the end we are one or the other,
And we may never know the second half.
And I think that’s why no human can know it all.
And people need to learn that that’s ok.
There's a reason why we only live once.
the carrot and the stick... the carrot made me sick... I welcomed the stick
Isaac Newton is said to have stated,
'For every action,
or force in nature,
there is an equal and opposite reaction.'
And the proof in his pudding is,
if I exert myself
in search of who knows what I want to be,
it also brings to bear
an equal and opposite influence on me.
As, by doing so,
my own headwind I create,
which inhibits my progress,
and the harder I push, or fixate,
the more resistance I set up,
so to speak,
and the farther away I am
from finding whatever it is I seek.
Indubitably, it's a rule of thumb,
the more forward I go,
all the further behind I become,
but is it better to do nothing at all,
than beat my head against
an invisible brick wall?
If the people against, the true deniers
could change life
and rebuild the world, they:
Would erase all progress
that exists today,
and return to a nonexistent "glorious
time" of the past...
they would create a world of their own...
where the strongest
would command everything...
There would be a democracy
only for them, where they would determine
who should and who should not...
where permissiveness would reign
for proselytes and dura lex
for the rest...
Conflicts would be resolved
with bullets by those disguised
by power...
To the rich friends, everything...
all power, all glory...
To the poor... all honor
of serving the powerful with
promptness, servitude and quality...
IN BED, TABLE AND BATH!
My heart has been crushed, without a single touch.
What the ones give me power, is now my crutch.
It was given with love, such an honest, strong heart.
Then snatched from my being, and torn all apart.
I gathered the pieces, the best of my ability.
I fear what the once gave love, now only gives hostility.
When I've mended the heart that belongs to Zac,
I'll never Love the same, some was lost in the cracks.
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