“If you scratch my back,”
said the cuttlefish,
“I'll scratch yours, my dear,
for you're really quite a dish!”
“If we were to wed,
'neath overhead night starry,
upon the ocean bed,”
replied the calamari,
“just think,
when the ink
has dried,
together
we'll be tied,
I'll be your Belle,
you'll be my Beau,
and happily we'll be,
ever after... squid pro quo.”
In silent drumbeats of depression
throbs a fractal life of no "visualization".
dandelions fluffing in howling winds
fight with Halloween "hallucinations".
behind the dusk of a sealed doorway lies
a vast empty space of no sun-showers...
I need a spaceship
to take me to a place I have never been
many lightyears away to another planet.
Where timeline untangles and "dream" floats
treading "whimsy" paths by moonlight.
Where crystalline castles of "imagination"
build chimeras over craterous depths.
Where a wandering soul can escape
into "reverie" flights of a wishful heart.
Where in pure beauty of the still night
dazzles a chest of rubies in onyx eyes.
Coding messages in long forgotten songs
through rows of roses, Will I get my Mozart?
In foams of a sea, only sorrow and suffering,
Will my status quo change to a happy ending?
We live in shadows of uncertainty,
and the brightness of certainty... so badly
We have unlearned the world, and now
we are flooded
in true deceptions that
swear lies
as if they were the pure truth..
but they are truly
our bad reality, naked and raw...
our indefectible
involution...!
Traveling far, far away from home
Leaving family and friends to roam
Did not expect changes it would bring
To a life feeling apathy’s sting
Had much pity from which to borrow
Saw no bright future into tomorrows
Never thought to make goals or form dreams
Caught in a trap of daily routines
Knew nothing beyond my locale
Blind to the avenues I had
Just going along with old pals
Digging cars, music, and gals
Trying to hide distress was not smart
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart
I feigned joy but was acting a part
No one knew the deep sigh in my heart
Then one day to my utter delight
When out of the dark came a light
Circumstance and good fortune teamed
With opportunity to redeem
From plateau low to mountain heights
Life beyond the status quo plights
Came like a shot from a crossbow
Hitting with a decisive blow
Now have traveled from shore to shore
Lived in six states, flown over more
Earned three degrees along the way
Proud of my military days
Life Beyond the Status Quo
Traveling far, far away from home,
Leaving family and friends to roam,
Did not expect changes it would bring,
To a life feeling apathy’s sting.
Had much pity from which to borrow,
Saw no bright future in tomorrows,
Never thought to make goals or form dreams,
Caught in a trap of MUNDANE routines.
Thought hiding my distress very smart,
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart,
I feigned joy but was acting a part,
No one knew the pain was so distraught.
Then one day to my utter surprise,
When out of the blue an answer came,
Circumstances and good fortune teamed,
With opportunity to redeem.
From plateau dim to mountain glow,
To life beyond the status quo,
Like an arrow shot from a taunt crossbow,
Hitting the target with precise blow.
What we were fighting about centuries ago,
seems that we’re still fighting about today.
If we haven’t been able to get it right by now,
perhaps it’s time we try a different way.
Can you remember when days seemed new
And full of things to call your own?
The learning curve will never disappear
As long as you pursue what life has shown.
So choose the best and brightest path ahead
Which gifts to you the chance to make your way;
Things which conspire to make you lose the thread
Will be postponed until another day.
It is your right that you should make the choice
Which way to go and how to reach your goal.
Never despair but give your life a voice
With words that flow from deep within your soul.
Another day is dawning just for you,
So choose your path and then enjoy the view!
give,
sufficient, able
committing, yielding, handing
conveyance, help, need, exchange
expecting, transmitting, acquiring
beneficial, eligible
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Date written: 04/30/2023
I want so many things
I want to be kissed on the cheek
I want to be told
"Your hair looks so soft!
Can I feel it?"
I want to be hugged
As though I could slip away at any second
I want so many mundane things
But of course
I could never say any of that
To do so would be to break social standing
And status quo
So instead
I spout it off to the internet
Online
Or in a journal
Where faceless beings
Or future historians
Might read it and feel
The mortifying horror of asking
All of us agreeing
To pretend we don't want it too
About the status quo, many lies are told,
The beating death of a young man of color,
that is not the status quo, it is the exception,
The status quo is more police protection,
today there is more opportunity to behold,
more chance to make a dollar,
that is the current status quo.
things have changed since the days of my youth when such incidents were commonplace and received little media attention.
I Love you deep then runaway
For the slave child may never lay beside the master
Encase our cadavers within one grave!
So that we may live happily ever after
Thier words pierce sharper than blades.
Branding the letters out on her heart: "NEVER LOVE A SLAVE!"
For the slave child may never love a master
Encase our cadavers in one grave!
That we may live happily ever after
We live
under glare
of uncertainties,
and blackouts
of time...
we unlearned
the world...
and now
we are flooded
of deceit...
truths that
swear lies
as if they were
reverie truth...but
truly are
our reality...
naked and raw...
Our indefectible
involution
I got this feeling,
I can't seem to shake.
Hope I didn't scare you,
My mistake.
I keep believing, to once
Again, see your face.
I know everyone thinks
I'm just a nut case.
This is real to me,
It still feels new.
I can't seem to get
Over, missing you.
Sometimes I wonder why
You don't call.
Then reality seeps in
And I remember it all.
With you gone the world
Such an ugly place.
Betrayal, lies the games,
A slap in the face.
No more sun, my world
A constant rain.
Ticket in hand, A seat
On the crazy train.
You never gave me
The chance to blink.
The look in your eyes
As you watched me sink.
I can't believe our love
Slipped from my hand.
I cannot comprehend
What I don't understand.
I'm a lost cause,
I want to escape.
Darkness surrounds me
In its invisible cape.
I'm spiraling down,
In a nose dive.
No way out,
I'm buried alive.
It is more than a tragedy,
Well, I think so.
A love gone south,
The old status quo.
Turbo1904?
A girl with a figure eight
Went out on her first blind date
She hoped to find
And equal mind
But he just wanted to mate
Whenever strife involves
Quid pro quo, barter...
I just offer what I have,
I only wish what is mine...,
i pay anyway
with self coin...
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