Wish I, a journal of my days, had kept
from my teen years until the present time;
I'd have a way to view and intercept
each memory by date- a gift sublime.
Be able to flip back on pages bound;
recall those facts my mind, in time erased.
The story of my life would then be found
in written words- in real-time, be based.
A day, a week, a month, a year- review
the felt emotions then expressed each day;
for most of them, long gone or faded, flew
so far beyond what memories convey.
My journal- snapshot of each day that passed-
the good, the bad, and all those in between;
the story of my life, through words, recast-
to let what's known, what's buried, reconvene.
I am rotting at your door
It's nothing you haven't seen before
I wish I could stand up and leave
It's a tapestry of tragedy I weave
I bring this unto myself
Put my emotions on a shelf
In a jar, they're there to rot
This all-consuming story plot
There is nothing I can do
I'm projected onto you
But if I try to end this scene
I'm afraid we won't reconvene
So I love you impossibly
And I'm stuck in frivolity
I love you so much it hurts
So I hope I stay in the dirt
I can't hurt you if I do
And you can't hurt me
I love you
THESE DAYS OF QUARANTINE
IS A WONDERFUL JOURNEY
TO MAKE OUR LIFE MORE CLEAN
AND THE EARTH MORE GREEN
THESE DAYS OF QUARANTINE
IS A WONDERFUL JOURNEY
TO BE WITH OUR FAMILY
FOR THAT WAS LONG TIME OVERSEEN
THESE DAYS OF QUARANTINE
IS A WONDERFUL JOURNEY
WHICH WAS UNFORESEEN
BUT TAUGHT THE TEENS
TO BE SPIRITUALLY VACCINE
THESE DAYS OF QUARANTINE
IS A WONDERFUL JOURNEY
WHICH HAS MADE OUR LIFE SERENE
AND HAS POPPED QUESTIONS TO UMPTEEN
THESE DAYS OF QUARANTINE
IS A WONDERFUL JOURNEY
BUT WE WANT THIS LOCK DOWN TO CEASE
DOWN
AND OUR NEW LIFE TO RECONVENE
By Gifty Deepak
Forty-eight contiguous states,
Everglades to the Evergreen
Plus Alaska and Hawaii,
Joined as one on separate dates,
The Constitution guarantee,
After the war had, intervene,
Restored order did reconvene,
Our laws need interpretation,
For people accentuation,
No other country is as best,
For God and country, we are blessed,
We tempt to rest under our flag,
Though some find it to be a drag,
Some will draw a disgusting tag,
Liberty is constantly fought,
Snicks will bribe and tempt it is bought,
From ocean to ocean, we strive,
Prosperous life we tempt to thrive,
Mundane diversions hinder souls,
Same as the Jones, best some station,
Be true to yourself, reach your goals,
Be free, under God, one nation.
2019 December 29
Vehicular bull on a rampage,
plowing into a frightened crowd
Metal horns impale human flesh,
being gored alive is replayed on a loop
Concerned citizens say let’s have
a national discussion ... air their bloodstained social laundry
Opposition says with feigned compassion:
now ain’t the right time, don’t politicize ...
people have just died
Let them first process their pain
Later on down the road,
we’ll reconvene again
Drone heat seeking, random bullets,
angry buzz into a busy, downtown café
Well-armed disciples of collateral death,
planned murder-suicide made operational
Outraged local residents wish to hold
a town hall public forum ... air their shrapnel shredded conscience
Paid lobbyists says with false empathy:
now ain’t the right time, don’t politicize ...
let the community first cry
People need time to cope with grief
Let the calendar turn,
then schedule a serious meet
It ain’t never the right time
to talk about causes of a terrible tragedy
When will it ever be a right time
to talk to each other with candid honesty?
I forgive you,
Though you never asked me to.
I hold no contempt,
Nor any ill intent.
I give you my blessing,
Take from it a lesson.
I release myself from anger,
Free with honest candor.
It is done with sincerity,
Wishes for your health and prosperity.
Although you may never know,
I choose to let it go.
If our path should ever reconvene,
Due to circumstances unforeseen.
I will smile and say good day,
As I continue on my way.
It is not for me to keep score,
Or expect answers for.
I refuse to hold this grudge,
Or take it upon myself to judge.
It was another time and place,
Now only a memory trace.
With repose it is finished,
May your peace be replenished.
My long lost friend,
from the age of ten,
fell into a sewer stream.
I took his oath,
a matter to us both,
that he'd by me be seen.
A moment later,
a snap of an alligator,
forced me into the side stream.
the waters quickened,
and narrowed by lost thicken'
hurling us down different paths to docken.
When we did dock,
we were separated by no ease of lock,
nor trail to reconvene by walk.
And I worried for my friend.
Whose path was filth for fiend,
and I thought my passage was clean.
I had yelled at him my worries,
while struggling with my own stories,
and shamefully thought he'd fail life's quandaries.
Shameless was I -
I judged he'd not satisfy,
the cruel challenges life belie.
And shame I felt,
for with ease he did vie,
better than I could try.
And made his life better than was my;
and played his hands better than dealt;
and by my oath before him I knelt;
for at life he was the better than I.
Two Doves
Together they soared, Two Doves, On a mutual flight
Through the most exquisite of days, And calmest of nights
Over mountain peaks, They rise, Not a care in the world
Entwined in a journey, Just as stormy winds whirled
A flight once indivisible, Now headed in indvidual directions
Together they once soared, Now isolated from affection
Animals of companionship, Looking for a partner in flight
While one may find another, The other is still searching for light
A desolate journey, Looking for the lost love throught the night
Together they soared, One must pray someday they re-unite
With a heart full of hope, Desperation, It's never too late
The lonely Dove continuously seeks to reconvene with it's soulmate
A Lonesome animal of companionship, Will never feel right
Together they soared, Two Doves, On a mutual flight
I wake up knowing I am loathed hated and despised,
I go to bed knowing I am loved protected and thoroughly constructively criticized,
We fight and argue as if to death while screaming what we never mean,
Our laughs together never end and all whilst we silently agree to reconvene,
Your statuesque demeanor only holds envy for my isolated unique suffering,
So social you glide above me with such ease as your unconditional love is gently smothering,
Oh mortal jealousy clasping as chains around my ankles like I am its slave,
I never forget to get under your skin or agitate your every nerve 'til you beg to be saved,
Yet first and foremost in your mind you look out for me and I for you as told by father
and mother,
I glimmer with hope and swell with pride just when you call me "Brother".
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
To Sean Casey, Steven Casey, and Allen Arnett IV, My Brothers.
The Queen
Has caffeine,
A great cuisine,
And nothing in between.
Her name is Colleen,
With her middle name Jean.
She has a daily routine,
And eats a tangerine.
This isn't the best scene,
But there's a guillotine.
Off with their head and spleen.
Now Parliament can reconvene.
wet hair surrounds my face
as I stare into this virtual space...
of Kinshala in all her blue
wearing a catsuit (with ears too)
and within peerings
I hold heart hearings,
that whisper longings - You...
(there's nothing else I can do...)
Albeit days bygone, in languid sky
passing by, I often stop mid - blink, and spy
at misty dreams that climb new heights
while sipping time, unwritten - my
unobtrusive wrinkled sky...sublime
that we should even attempt
this try
at visions rich -
But why?
...to reconvene such a super
Scene
...to flabbergast, and Behold !!
To summon from the Crypt of Olde,
a wealth beyond silver,
and of Gold...
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