Assassin’s Heart
freedom
came at a cost
Humpty was
soft serve as he fell
kicked out from
assassin’s heart
into a dark world
mortal possessions removed
he grasped for brevity
he wasn't single celled
into a conflicted space
falling was as easy as hell
landing took
its eternal time
the business inside
contracted, custody,
waking deep
from a hidden dream
soul forming
oh, the complexity
LOVE,
is never free
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I have a flip phone. I'm a bit of a t-rex. At times when texting, my spelling might perplex. My touch is heavy from piano keys. I avoid smart phone and emojis. My lap top is a dated Toshiba. Perhaps I'm just a single celled amoeba?
Never got hooked on a face book addiction, too many angry people posting their convictions. I've sent many an e-mail out in haste. I've never gotten the hang of how to copy and paste. Kindles and tablets might bring others glee but I'm quite lost in this sea of technology.
Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms
Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand
Freedom of a chick on its very first flight
Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn
Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans
Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song
Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall
Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops
Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn
Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba
September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest; Sponsor: Ironic Zink
I was born of a singularity –
A 14 billion year-old silent explosion,
Minuscule yet massive;
Unimaginably dense
I somehow expanded –
An infinite void,
Spawning colorful clouds
Of cosmic gas and dust
I was trillions of blinding stars
Collapsing and exploding,
Raining elemental sparks
Across the great expanse
I suddenly became stable,
Pressed by invisible forces;
Molten from trembling plates;
Cooled and carved by moving ice
I was synthesized in the oceans –
A hopeful spiraling helix,
Single celled and brainless,
Growing ever more complex
I was a bipedal stranger,
Learning of tools and fire;
I hunted and fished the earth,
Uttering the first of human sounds
I am the universe in deep contemplation;
I am consciousness sprung from the inanimate;
I am carbon-based collection of stardust,
United with myself in the vastness of space.
I feign disinterest
Because to appear too interested
Might cause unrest in you
Who claims he too is tired
Of the loneliness that comes from
Being alone yet you want to remain
Single, unfettered and untethered
And so enforce the 72 hour hold. . .
What is that about anyway?
You ask for my number and give
Me yours but don’t call before
The end of day three because
It might appear that you are
Lonely or heaven forbid—desperate
And so we’re back to the beginning
Feigning disinterest and remain in
Our cells lonely or alone
Silences
Down the halls, walking among the walls
of silence, mine and Of, and wonder?,
should I speak in words of thunder,
shatter the empty spaces of either,
or quietly refrain and do neither,
display nothing of what lies behind
those empty spaces - by kind?
Winds so silent, scream, on their way
down the hallways of my brain,
tearing to shreds, what is left
of the curtains that hide emotions.
Hide from those seekers of the soul,
who might care to know
what it is that protects the weakened spirit.
A spirit that waits for a sound so soft,
so pure, so innocent, it enlightens,
lightens the beating heart so heavy
with sadness, creating depressions
that are but gigantic holes
in the life of what is left
of a living being.
An organism - reaching beyond,
beyond it's single celled existence,
beyond it;s sterile, four cornered room -
am I, reaching out, trying to be more then
the nucleus of a protozoan, I am becoming,
more then the vapours of Saint Elmo's fire,
reaching out for warmth, passion, compassion.
B. J. "A" 2
December 24th 2010
Use me as if I were your cell phone.
Text me 24/7, never get a reply.
I'm in your hands, my destiny already laid out no bypass.
No heart beat, I'm a single celled organism.
I only know how to do one thing and that's how to unsatisfy your needs.
Threw me against the wall, I broke into a thousand pieces.
Fell on the ground just to be forgotten and cried over.
I'd rather you see me this way, than in a different light.
The sentimental me,
the one who never gives a damn.
Is that what made me fall for you?
Not caring if your eyes were bluer than the sea?
Not caring if you knew the demons that lay in me?
Everyday's another struggle to breathe while I'm around you.
P.S. Did you know "unsatify" is not a word???????
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