Questions are proliferating,
people search for answers
in old pants pockets
in long discarded purses.
The scampering feet of baby philosophers
can be heard from the moon.
The media is stymied, they are manipulating,
confiscating and hiding behind the backs
of massively overgrown ballers,
willy-nilly they scribble an alternative reality
upon indoor swimming pools.
The manic mayhem of our daily grind
is wearing our hair thin,
Somebody should take control of the truth,
but it keeps dodging questions
and slamming doors behind it.
Mark my words with invisible ink,
scratch a cat behind its ears,
somersault all you like
but we are all getting overrun
by imperfect pontifications
by the indecent Doctors of spin.
and all this endless self-questioning
keeps replying over and over again
but only in unbreakable code.
Old uncle time has called me
to the task; procrastination
has had its run.
Now is the time
and the time is now;
I must keep on the path
to the task ahead.
To stop in the middle
of present trials
and tribulations is to defeat
self; questioning the promise
by the God of deliverance
from all evil and the soaring
as if on the wings of eagles.
Let Jacob’s strength
be the climbing motivation;
the courage of Job,
the faithful determination.
Once more and again,
let it be realized that the weary
ancestors did more with less;
leaving us less to do with more.
With legacy on our side;
the pillars of faith and hope
in our heart; the hammer of
persistence in one hand and
the nail of determination in
the other, nothing can turn us
around.
Just got to keep on talking;
keep on walking—fighting
until freedom is won.
All praises due to the Most High
for granting another day
perpendicular to the level plane;
continuing the labor of love
to bring closer, the total liberation
of a once enslaved people
who are now rooted and branching
in the midst of this waste hollowing land.
Quarantine
Quarantine and cancellation of
Gatherings are gaining strength..
Occasions in which we face
Each to the other..sprout fears of
A rising darkness..
Of the Unknown..
Is this a summons from our inner
Being..to reevaluate our frenzied
Comings and goings..and discover
In enforced isolation that
Our pursuits have drawn a curtain
Over a truer image of who we are..?
Is this a time of self-questioning
To be willing to fall into the Unknown
Fueled by our fears..and recognize
What has always been
Our true Safety and Joy...?
Quarantine
Quarantine and cancellation of
Gatherings are gaining strength..
Occasions in which we face
Each to the other..sprout fears of
A rising darkness..
Of the Unknown..
Is this a summons from our inner
Being..to reevaluate our frenzied
Comings and goings..and discover
In enforced isolation that
Our pursuits have drawn a curtain
Over a truer image of who we are..?
Is this a time of self-questioning
To be willing to fall into the Unknown
Fueled by our fears..and recognize
What has always been
Our true Safety and Joy...?
I fear not the unknown
but what I cannot unleash and interpret
stifled emotions blur my vision
leaving my looking glass self – unclear
my insides are in disarray, like
shredded confetti propelling in the wind
scattered pieces lose their bearing
leaving my looking glass self - astray
bewilderment surrounds me now, while
revisiting an exhausted road
heavy footprints convey a story
leaving my looking glass self - questioning
life’s sophistication is a struggle, akin to a rubix cube
to succeed with no difficulty - cheat
moulding fate to the desired outcome
leaving my looking glass self - discreditable
I excavate buried courage, and
confront the image gazing back at me
suffering has been endured, however
the reflection stands upright and determined
despite life’s battle, survival has conquered
leaving my looking glass self – intact
written by Diana-Marie Bombardieri
January 11, 2012
Originally written in 1998
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