Short Unmake Poems
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I have made plenty a mistake
As my life went from bad to worse,
But those mistakes I can't unmake
Unless I live life in reverse.
What haunted me the most, was the myth of clean.
Soap with its pale arrogance, its perfume of forgiveness.
Water pretending to be neutral, pretending it could rinse a history.
As if purity were mechanical.
As if turning a handle could unmake a person.
As if the stain were not the self.
All I hope for
And all that can make and unmake me
is right within your heart Mama.
Happy mothers day
My Mum, my hope.
I believe in nothing else than this:
Your, my, our
Love,
Is what truly saves me.
No deity can heal me,
No dynasty sire me,
Way of thinking change me,
Only you.
Only you can unmake me,
Burn euphoric,
Create
Destroy
Complete.
The stark realisation of
Being halved and whole
And nothing, if not
Yours.
I cannot stop dancing
When I look at the smooth
Shining black African skin
With the curly tropical hair
That covers inquisitive brain
And the spacious equatorial nose
That ventilates the massive body
What else can I say about
The gold and honey within?
No wrath of culture from anywhere
Can unmake God given goose
That lays God given egg
subjugate me
captivate me
titillate me
with your
quiet sighs.
ignite me
excite me
unmake me
with your
sapphire eyes.
see me
please me
take me
tease me
with your
fingers trace.
touch me
keep me
crave me
reap me
with your
love replace
my grief
with elation
my sin
with salvation
my loss
with creation
until
the end
of time.
False pride is ego-independent pride.
You no more made yoursellf
than you can unmake yourself
independently of others.
False wealth is ego-independent pathology.
It will no more contribute to your well-being
than your well-being could ever harm you,
interdependently healthy with others.
To paraphrase Dolly,
in "Hello Dolly":
Money and health are like fertilizer.
They work most resiliently
when spread around.
It all boils down
From an undermining perspective
Downplayed when quantified
But a starting point
Hardly can you see
But condenses and precipitate
The collapse of a firm ?
I was a leaking penny
On various blindspots
Can make or unmake you
With just a phrase
And not an edition
I feel liss in your abode
As you wallow in despair
Until you become decedent
Latent and rarely apparent
Don't take me for granted
I am small but mighty
at times,
I wish to unspin the sun’s thread—
to weave again the days I’ve torn,
perfect each flaw, unmake each thorn,
and paint life’s griefs in golden stead.
but maybe, the sky must bruise to bloom,
the rain must fall to birth perfume;
perhaps the soul learns more by breaking,
and beauty sleeps in hearts still aching.
so let it be—
this endless sea of rise and rest,
of grief and gain, of trial and test;
for life, in all its flawed design,
remains a miracle—divine.