You've never been part of me
is a lie.
You're part of me
I've already forgiven you.
I'm missing you, that
It's hard to say,
I don't care anymore.
(now read it from bottom to top)
I warned you over and over not to do it
your blatant disregard for someone else
it was never in my nature to lose my cool
you knew exactly what you were doing
wasting the clock pretending to help out
tried as I might you ignored my request
instantly you pushed me over the edge
only able to see the most violent of red
any ounce or rational thought obliterated
I warned you politely and loudly pleaded
all I wanted was to be able to do my job
loud, proud, and filled with arrogance
maybe table all of the passive-aggressive
I will always get up and defend myself
Notoriety led to my Netflix documentary
Am I slow?
I've asked for quite a while
Everything I do
Always seems peculiar
A minor fault in the way I'm perceived
I felt left out
My words
My thoughts
My expressions
They were different from others
I thought hard and well
Though not quite like the rest
Processing seemed hard for me
A slow dismantling of how I was taught to think
Like i needed time
I felt I was ok
The environment didn't think so
I got quiet and awkward
Loud and talkative
Not quite like the others
Like I was always the opposite
Stares from all angles
Emotions I couldn't understand at that age
In my way of life
My writing
My advice
It was twisted
No one seemed to understand
Only the villains in pages
I lived in reverse
I wanted friends
But we didn't have the same ideals
I was approached
I seemed different they said
Not like them quite enough but funny to be around
Like a comic relief
I want to change
Or maybe find the right people
oh, boy...
they're back at it, again.
they never learn.
two clamps
on a worn-out jumper cable;
true to form,
crossing leads
to resurrect
a flatlined relationship.
as expected,
they've hooked up the circuit
backward...
all of humanity knows
how the story will go.
of course,
the flatline
never zigzags.
so good are these two
at chasing
the most distant of dreams
and always
finding their way back
on the road
to nowhereville.
m a g n e t s
never meant to click;
toxic twosome
never meant to be together,
forcing a spark
that will never ignite.
all their efforts,
a complete waste of time;
somebody tell 'em...
a reverse polarity
will always
remain so.
THINGS SEEM TO GET WORSE
WAR IS GOING IN REVERSE
TRUMP IS GETTING TERSE
White
People
Aren't
The
Only
One's
In
Hell
Diving headfirst into healing tides
cleansed and terrified simultaneously
quick to sink or rise with every wave
ups and downs are fragments of joy
as shells move swift with the sea spray
my relentless spirit is the cornerstone
falling down hard getting up harder
I’ve been left behind in rough waters
beautifully bouncing rocking about
hurricane strength is what I needed
pulled under forced to briefly pause
thrown up high to capture fresh air
rejuvenated to go try with a crash
abandon fear and take on becoming
a concussion is merely temporary
I eventually reach stable and calm
Chanukah lights grow by one
each and every night
And yet, no disguising that
the holiday slips away
quick as a cat
Six lights, seven, eight!
The menorah’s looking great! …
Come Day Number Nine
it’s back to our same old fate ...
Way back when, the school of Shammai
started Chanukah with eight lights
each night subtracting one*
Easing us back into winter’s long night
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*Over 2,000 years ago, Shammai's yeshiva argued
with Hillel's over how to celebrate Chanukah. Hil-
lel's yeshiva won: One additional candle each night.
And that became the law right down to today... As
for me, I would have it the other way. Oh, well...
I see them in everything
they're invisible with no form
My body is touched by feelings
it makes my skin crawl
I hear their whispers unending
yet silence is their voice
I breathe deeply but smell nothing
It is the sense of death
I can taste only dry metal
or at least I thought
They make me count the experience
to try to keep me calm
Calm...
To try to keep me calm
they make me count the experience
Or at least I thought
I can taste only dry metal
It is the sense of death
I breathe deeply but smell nothing
Yet silence is their voice
I hear their whispers unending
It makes my skin crawl
my body is touched by feelings
They're invisible with no form
I see them in everything
The world in reverse just like karma
Seeds of the ancestors keep growing
Sometimes what we see is deceiving
Because people wear masks and some disguise
Pretending to be what they're not
Portraying to be allpowerful, then start straying.
The world in reverse
Would bring chaos or peace
Many will become biased or at the peak
What's up comes down
What first becomes last
What's moving onward and forward
Become slacker then move backwards.
The world in reverse
Would make many tremble
They'll be scared to strive in their path
For they know all the atrocities they did
Many give what they don't want to get
Then lament when they get what they gave.
The world in reverse
Some will sing melodies so sweet
Some will try to find their ways
Some will panic or perish
Even when others live in lavish
I'm not swearing or wish anyone bad
Trying to sweat out all nature taught me
It will be just if everyone gain their input
Let justice prevail.
Sponsor Brian Strand Contest Name RHYME LINE 20/9/25
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Title : Reverse
Verse in sweet notes, immerse.
Immerse notes, sweet in verse.
(“Corpus Callosum”, 2017, original encaustic)
Reverse Osmosis of Life
It’s a two way street
The way reality exists
Divided into truth on one side
And illusion’s delusions the other,
And yet the most fascinating aspect
Is the membrane that exists between the two
A membrane of I don’t know what,
But which I’m sure the ancients had a name for,
Which divides, insulates and yet connects
And filters through cosmic osmosis
The personal and transpersonal,
Or you could say the mortal and immortal.
Sometimes I can feel the membrane at work
Seeing it even just beyond the limits of my mind’s eye
Knowing what it’s doing
As it transpires
Because I am in fact on both sides simultaneously
At least to some degree.
Everything after all is an extension
And expression of Life,
You, me, us,
In whatever forms it finds us
From refined and subtle to coarse and gross.
The other night I dreamt of being a bridge
Not a figurative one, but literally
An object with girders and cross members
Able to span a stream or gully.
It didn’t surprise me, just intrigue me
That the creative nature of the Mind
Is what it is
And in fact, is all there is.
(8/18/25)
Readings on the rise i beleive..In twentytwenty
Five.' More demand for books; reads well to
Me.' May it auger well for society.' I guess Richatd Vobes, will be heartened by this vibe
Long may, all collateral fallout, continue to
Thrive..Let Bibles be bought, to be studied at
Length, that Nations be enriched by their
Diverse appeal to each humans sense.' May
Each message be taken deep.' May they light
Every day.' And refresh each students sleep.'
May admonishnent and encouragement build
A new body of Christ.' Where Gods spell and
His promises, triumph over vice.' Let minds
And bodys live in His One True Love.' As we
Await each challenge.' He observes from near
And above.' Now is the moment.!!! There are
Many to save.' Those who have been brought
To your shores.' Who for the Truth also crave
I see it not as an invasion, yet a harvest to
Reap..May the Word go out to them.' May they
Take it in deep.' They have been brought from
The four corners of the globe.' Be awake and
See.. Now go forth.' And be busy.' God will bring Victory.!!!
What's true for you
even if it is insanity
may not be the same for me
as we each have our own reality
'There's two sides to every coin'
some are said to say
'But what about the edge,
when one is on display,
showing tails and the obverse?'
as a numismatist I insist
even a mirror reflects the reverse
yet when confronted with a conundrum
maybe at least you and me
will resolve the knotty quandary
with compromise and both agree to disagree
Four Square
electrostatic dimming of sunlight
mellisonant quickening
lightning playing four square
study quadrants on screen
kingdom come of a rainstorm
that merely whispers an awakening
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