Came back for no good reason, other than making a splash
Recoiling in horror, when my demons emit a flash
Anointed by unholy chrism, absolves me from the trash
Can oil ever be sacred, when not making ready cash
So would heaven be enough, if eternal less one day
It's said hell lasts forever, burning plasma if we stray
I belong in purgatory, in its orbit i'll stay
Even a rogue event horizon, couldn't drag me away
Innards will remain hidden, til grotesquely overblown
A hungry mouth sets up residence, seeking a new home
Put two and two together, you see the vision i've sown
A metaphorical language, this tongue I call my own
In the end love conquers all, even love tainted by hate
I loath its taste in my mouth, pity I’m hooked on the bait
In ancient cities and times,
kings, rulers and their often-faceless consorts,
were exalted in marble statuary,
yet
so much of those effigies
now remain headless.
Those bygone exalted figures
have lost their heads,
(or occasionally the odd arm).
I ask myself,
where did all their heads go?
Were they deemed to be sculptured flowers,
doomed to be dead headed like roses,
by stone-faced gardeners?
The beheaded, the headless,
litter history,
it makes me want to check my own neck,
to confirm my often weak-headed state.
Heads are easy targets,
you strike a light in the dark
then some petty tyrant takes offence
and poof,
there goes your head.
Genghis Khan played polo
with human heads.
If we were born
with a dotted line around our necks
we might put two and two together,
we might be better prepared,
for being booted around
like footballs.
If I had been clearly told
to always keep my head up my ass,
I might not have had this death wish,
to write weird poetry.
I was not looking so l caught her staring , at me .
I put two and two together and just like that l fell for you.
It was an innocent affair based on the admiration of souls.
We would just stare into one another's eyes .
I had her back and she had my back?
Like a coin we were one but not for the same purpose. You whispered sweet nothings in my ears so l couldn't listen to my instincts you Jezebel.
I trusted you , gave you the benefit of the doubt made a promise and l kept it , only for you to fool me .
It's all cool like ice forming in Alaska. I learned a valuable lesson not to ever give before receiving .
Who can man blame for their sins?
not Satan but Adam
The fall of man was because Adam sinned.
Who came to earth to die for our sins?
Christ,
Why?
Adam was created by God, his only son
John 3:16
So, who was Christ?
Christ came to earth to die for our sins
Who fell and sinned? Adam
Now put two and two together divided it by one
What connection does Christ and Adam have?
Just a thought
She smoked my last cigarette and I felt cheated.
I slept with her best friend; again and again, I repeated.
They mocked him as he came passing by.
We laughed, I and them, for not any reason for why.
Smoke rolled out from the car window.
Lids captured tainted pictures turned distorted memories.
Just another low class petty thing—
Put two and two together and the high class manifests.
As for today, he people watches other people watchers;
looking for something . . .
4/11/2017
The raw innocence of a first job interview
I'm sitting at a McDonald's
writing a poem. I save it.
My interest is piqued,
at a young lad interviewing
for his first job, presumably.
At first I see him dressed in shorts,
plain white t-shirt, and
slippers, and I then think of his
mistaken attire. He kept twitching his
nervous knees as the manager
looked over his application.
The raw innocence. There's
an exchange of dialogue. But then
I could see that the interview
turned into an orientation,
even laughter at times. So I
knew the young lad had his
foot in the door. Great. During
this time a smiling women catches
my eye. She's probably thinking
why I'm watching so intently at the
interview. She keeps looking
over at the interview, too.
I didn't put two and two together
until later. The raw innocence
of a mother looking on as her
cub leaves the lair.
connie pachecho
1/26/17
Imagine, you plus me
Picture, things we would see
Crop, all the bad things around
Edit, all the bad sounds
Paste, put two and two together
Cut, all the bad weather
Simplify, what life means to you
Redo, a past you once knew
Shape, a future into something you need
Insert, the words you plus me
Learn, our hearts as one
Finalize, what needs to be done
Review, the life that you once knew
Complete, you hear with the feelings that speak true
Finalize, Spell check all of your errors
Remember to remove all your fears
When your complete, and ready to be checked
Remember it was me, that you could always connect
I could cry for hundreds of years,
Shed millions of tears,
Ease my pain by chugging beers
But I chose another path
A way to ease your wrath
I went ahead and did the math
I put two and two together
And learned to do whatever
Just to be happy forever
With or without your abuse
Without deadly drug use
I solemnly refuse
To let you break me
If that means you hate me
Then don’t take me
I know this isn’t love
You're no angel from above
No beautiful white dove
You’re a creature
With abused features
You need a preacher
To take you to the light
And then you might
Not always start a fight
And things will be alright.
You think you know what happened.
You think you understand.
You think you can put two and two together.
But trust me,
you don't know.
You think that everything's alright.
You think that I'm just fine.
But still,
you have no idea.
Nothing you can do can take back what you did.
And nothing you can say can take back what you said.
Maybe if you opened up your eyes,
you'd see how bad you hurt me.
But you haven't done that yet.
And until you do,
you don't know anything aboout me.