With two left feet
he's clod-hoppery
tho' her little white porkies
are quite whoppery
as he thinks aloud
she's merely frippery
meanwhile she knows
he's really foppery
but slinking around
slippery-sloppery
in sandals she found
flippery-floppery
she came a-croppery
a total eye-poppery
yet flummoxed
gob-stoppery
he refrained
from quippery-flippery
remained on toppery
and maintained
ever chippery
On the last day of the week
you were the first person to ask me
on a movie date
and this was the first time I refrained from hesitation
the first time in a long time I've loaned my bones expose
and as it plays on my unforgivable fidgeting
begins twisting in positions in my seat
trying to lay my head on your chest
without breaking my neck
and I’m sorry I couldn’t just
become comfortable
and I’m sorry it’s about more than
just the movie
and I’m sorry I was more focused
on what I wanted taken
than was capable of giving
and I’m sorry all I can do is sputter off
apologies after you've
long since stopped listening
The question remains
Entangled, refrained
Of earth and sky
Resting on the edge
Of due or die
And then I see you
Sitting so quaint
A peaceful mention
A wandering eye
Twining each branch
Climbing high
To catch your every promise
Your words so eloquently and refined
Oh this wind struck passion
Blowing free upon the morning light
If but to find a chance
I dream a dream
Of you by my side
The question remains
Entangled, refrained
Of earth and sky
Resting on the edge
Of due or die
And then I see you
Sitting so quaint
A peaceful mention
A wandering eye
Twining each branch
Climbing high
To catch your every promise
Your words so eloquently and refined
Oh this wind struck passion
Blowing free upon the morning light
If but to find a chance
I dream a dream
Of you by my side
the moral landscape changes
with new blood surfacing
amplifying the flaws
inherent
in the collective psyche
my ingrained prejudices
bubble to the surface
harming
my interaction with my fellow man
disagreeing
with my elders
ancient scripts
based upon oral traditions
faithfully handed down
and embroidered upon
to suit the occasion
holding a mirror up to my heart
I had to distil my own truth
I refrained
from looking in the mirror
blaming
the cultural mores
for my current stance
turning a blind eye
to the injustices
and the crime
I must first practice to take the painful plank out of my own eye
before I could judge their truth
I failed to reason with my own
One foot in front of the other,
Listening to the Mother.
Rumbling and tumbling,
Through the water.
And thought about,
The path it sought.
Since it began,
A trickle in the sand.
A puddle on the land,
S?ince time began.
Winding and Flowing,
Finding its way.
Eroding and growing,
Never knowing,
Where it's going.
Bestowing life,
T?o all along the way.
A path now showing,
It'll never sway,
Stays the course.
Patiently waiting,
Building up force.
A persistent existence,
Going the distance.
The path of least resistance,
Can change in an instant.
Is life any different?
Unstoppable,
Flowing freely.
Controllable,
Packaged neatly.
Who will you be?
Contained, trained,
Refrained from its domain.
Or connect together,
Let our river of life,
F?low on forever.
Liberty, freedom, unchained
Plenty, riches, love sustained
Repentance,Forgiveness, not stained
Abiding, sheltered, in safety contained
Faithful, fruitful, on the right path remained
Knowledge, truth, wisdom, attained
From sin, self, and evil refrained
True Love, delight, joy, unfeigned
Heaven, eternity, eternal life, gained
The desolate wasteland of trepidation traversed
by my jagged life that strived relentless for so long
to smoothen the innate angularities of serrated mind,
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of sucking indignation.
Siphoned into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a pathway of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my affable heart,
not yet frozen passive in the prolonged winter of desolation.
The spring of longing came with fragrance of fervor,
floated on the dreamful wings of fleeting emotive time
across the flush of my floral heart where you had flittered
like a butterfly creating the cadence of chromatic symphony.
The concert of the mesmeric music of my yearning,
refrained the rhythm of concealed current called love,
that rolled between you and me to interweave us forever,
as engrossed emotions danced with the ripples of rhapsody.
Your skin like leather
my bulletproof vest
inkling tubes
tuxedo of flesh
harness me
hand on chest
in between sheets
stringing me along like a kite
refrained from taking advice
whistle and jolt
the casual bubble bursts
bleeding love
and
quenching thirsts
Beyond The Nothingness
If the Universe vanishes
music remains
Each note but a memory
—forever refrained
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
The Treasure
Life as a system
sits proudly alone
Unlike any other
secure on the throne
Not physics mathematics
or music can steal
What living the treasure
—of nature conceals
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Amor Est
How can you know it was love
—how can you not
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Elevated intentions are futile in an attempt to hold your heart close to my own.
Could you see beyond a lie that was told with the best of intentions?
In between the war of the sexes is an ecstasy that could warm the coldest of hearts.
Jealousy shall be refrained until all other options have been exhausted.
We used to eat most dinners together.
Then we grew up and moved along.
Only gathering on holidays.
Some years later, most ate alone.
There are less of us every year.
Some are too ancient to travel.
Others have sparred with disease...
Lost a leg or all of their hair.
Some waltz with silver walkers and wheelchairs.
Some don't even know they're here...
but their eyes still shine like babies.
Now we gather only to pay our half-respect.
The elders arrive, hunched and all dressed in black.
A second cousin once wore a Pink Floyd t-shirt to Grandma's funeral.
He stood bent legged, but his back was straight.
I wanted to carve indifference from his face... but refrained.
The Ember of Love
As he was walking along the busy shopping street an old woman, came toward him
He knew her but hadn't seen her for many years
once upon a time, he had loved her very much
they both stopped; she remembered him and forthright, as she always was, told him he looked old
She was old also but refrained from telling her
Their hair was white and brittle, and her prominent nose had dropped, giving her a look like a witch.
They hugged, and he told her she looked great!
Behind the thick-rimmed glasses she wore, he saw
a glimmer of her lost beauty.
After some more pleasantries, they parted.
Before turning the corner of the street, he turned around, didn't see her, and knew he would never see her again.
gotta be evasive of worldy things
gotta keep it straight
broken arrows
won't fly anyway
tryna watch my mouth
be careful of what
I say
tender feelings bruised hearts
and love
never mixed anyway
check my regimene
nd keep my back straight
lack of proper posture
won't let it the way
I aint supped
better get sumthing
clear minded and
a fresh start
is the best catalyst for change
get my saddle ready
be back after while
grab my gladbag
I might something to snack on
still warm out
Baby I see ya later
be back in a while
i'll be back in a while
check my feelings at the door
My Baby don't want me any more
Looked me in the eye and said
she never did
said the weddings off
And I can go
said everything was just a show
get it right
she called me ah buster
said she refrained
as much as she could muster
told me I can find ah' nutha
get my coat
saddle my horse
clear my throat
change my voice
deep inside
what I want to say
but won't matter any way
I wrote an obituary for our love story.
Buried the hatchet
And refrained myself from asking
How your birthday went.
Locked the memories for safe keeping
And refrained myself from peeking
But I still can’t seem to throw away the key.
I grow grayer and colder,
And the past becomes older,
Yet I’m still trudging through the mud
That you left me stranded in.
For every milestone is a boulder,
A weight I have to shoulder,
And the loss of you is just too heavy
To handle on my own.
But who would choose to bear it?
Ease my pain and share it?
For no one else will ever know
The gravity,
The weight,
Of the love that’s been shaken.
Hung up to dry
On a string in the shadowed trees,
Where I run off to cry.
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