I feel so good.
Finally I live in a world
Where crazy is accepted
As the norm.
A mom who strangles
Her three babies
Likely will walk free
Which means it’s open season
For every psychopath
Who wants to rape and murder
Anyone they please.
After all it’s up to us
To control ourselves
But if and when we can’t,
Oh well.
I feel so good
To finally live in a world
I can relate to.
It’s almost like being free.
(9/2/26)
My eyes scan the map of our lives –
lived experiences – etched across my grandma’s face.
And her eyes look right back.
But not the same;
The light that once danced to old jazz tunes,
and bold classic blues, that light that is extinguished by name tags at Christmas
donning the shirts of which she herself bestowed the identity.
‘I am sixteen’ I tell her,
again,
and she nods along, but that light does not quite gleam,
dimmed by the brain that cannot stay clean
and I find myself pointing at faces of which she is the blueprint.
Her fingers follow mine,
shaking,
as she tries to recreate, copy what cannot be faked
and I stifle a sob as I find my head bobs as she asks if I am okay.
Silence strangles my words
the way dementia does hers,
and I want to scratch at the very back of my throat the way she wants to remember the name of her firstborn:
An itch that will not be itched.
Not by her pretences or attempted defences, for she does not
remember
faces or names but her love remains, backed only by the assumption that
she should.
For she does not remember the family secrets that her brain will not
reveal –
not even for the sake of this family appeal.
Drift away
I look at the night sky
It's dark and its broody
Clouds all surrounding
Choking the moon
I know how it feels
To be surounded in darkness
I know how it feels to be all alone.
Why would the fluffys hold on so tightly?
Don't they know,
We have to live free?
Strangles and tangles shut out our feelings,hide in the corner
I just want to be me.
Someday they'll love me,
just as I am me,
Maybe I'll drift away
Just like the Moon .
TaH
An untruth is told
A seed is planted
My body is the soil
The roots infest my veins
The seedling sprouts
I’m overgrown with
Weeds
Tell a not lie
Planted is a seed
Soil is my body
My veins become the roots
A sprouting seedling
I’m a flowering
Garden
Split me in half
Save the flowers
Take the weeds
That strangles me
Uproot them all
My veins scream
The garden is gone
And the weeds left a scar
I’m just unplanted soil.
No escape for words from freedom’s ink,
My blood is jailed in sleepless veins.
The tears of awareness dissolve belief,
Blades of grandeur slice my nerves,
And stillness strangles every motion,
Crushing rhythm into endless death.
comparison steals
the laughter from tomorrow -
shadow's reprimand
strangles joy of tender blooms
by coveting other fields
the spark of the self
wanes beside a brighter flame
lit in other hearths
creativity withers,
its bold wings torn by envy
what dawn promised
fades in light of noonday sun
inception undone
let what has started become
before the light of day stuns
self-worth is kindled
when the gaze is faced inwards
not outward in want
yearning for sufficiency
self-sown seeds of contentment
fountains join the streams
winds entwine clouds in the sky
rivers meet the seas
all of nature sings as one
in bright, shiny summer's day
[Verse 1]
Dance near the silver bridge
Drop a penny in
A penny for your thoughts
You smiled like the end of the world
?
[Pre-Chorus – Extended]
You wrap your soul around me
Like silk that strangles soft
Every heartbeat borrowed
Suddenly, I’m suffocating
?
[Chorus – Haunting, Echoed Vocals]
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe anymore
Your kiss was a poison pill
Your lipstick inked like blood
You swore it was medicine
But it dragged me under
?
[Verse 2]
I lie on the floor
I die in your bed
Do I jump in the river
Or hang on for dear life?
You lit the match,
Then kissed the fire
Your love is a torture
Your caress, a shame
A knife that dips
In
And
Out
And calls it love
No scars they can see
But I’m bleeding within
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe anymore
Your kiss was a poison pill
Your lipstick inked like blood
You swore it was medicine
But it dragged me under
Now I’m gasping
Just to feel the floor
?
A penny falls again
No bridge can bring me back
No wish can stitch me whole
The river keeps her secrets
?
Courage is action
When terror strangles your heart
You act anyways
Violence subdued, men
Become peaceful, not harmless
Peace is self control.
Love exists only
When acted upon in pain
Love's not without grief.
90 Mile Beach
Watching the waves surrender
The beauty of this dance
Played out like a contract killing
The wind rips at the land like a starving rat
Angry at the moon for the tide
Screaming for answers
She strangles the trees
Barely visible in the blue-black light
A silhouette against the sand
Longing for the horizon
He waits like a wayward anchor
#The_gun_shots_in_my_neighborhood
My heart bleeds, as my mind wonders, I wonder if it be not a mother's child at the receiving end, wondering if while I'm busy wondering there be a life that's being lost in the very moment, I wanna go and see, help maybe but what if I become a casualty, my conscience strangles me
The shots becomes consistent, I catch traumatic flashes, how long will this last, how long is long? When there longer be daughters and sisters to call?
My body start to shut, turning numb, the pain dement me, I wanna shout for help, but who must come for me ,when I too chose to be coward for that victim of the gunshots, my bloated silence, is now turning cancerous and contagious, everyone is now prone and at exposed danger, our not acting upon violence, busy ticking our names and calling us one after the other, that is a list of graves we are to fill
The blood to my heart start dropping, dripping in tiny drops, the strength in my body fades, palpitations crawls in, my sight start impairing, think I'm dying, a last shot is shot from my neighborhood, I'm waken from my ignorance death, these are the gun shots in my neighborhood
#Poetic_Ink
Hands of time are pacing, I'm idled and numb. Dreams and wishes that never wanna materialize, stare in the far reach of my hopes, only dust traces are witnessed. Impatience, cripples my sanity, I wanna comfront, point fingers but then I'm only a player in this game
check to those we ran on the same race, I'm miles behind, the gap creates drift of anger and faithless energies in me. I stumble in wonders, days of my persistance and devotion. scale of my achievements yet uttures in volumes so high to those of my competiters
sense of the matter in hand, runs in opposite direction to my mind. Though it's known to me, that success has no first runner but this fleshly mind and heart of mine are in dispute, I just can't cease this fire, wanna node yes but battling acceptance, wanna be patient but age and situation strangles me out of my body, wanna bow but head stiffens, wanna forge smile but dissapoint frowns me, constantly. I'm hopeless
#Poetic_Ink
like Icarus choking on his wing’s wax
Phoenix too laden with ashes to rise
Sisyphus stoned by rock bottom
an Angel suffocating on its halo
the witch seeks to be a Fairy Queen
assembles the mirror of Self and
seeks solace in prayer and meditation
one cannot give what has not been received
Janus will have to gather a third face for the present
looking backward and forward does not suffice
to overcome the deluded nature of an illusion
the only permanent matter is impermanence
either one honestly grasps nascent reality
or corporeality strangles immanent awakening
the Buddha can transcend without fig tree or rice bowl
not every robe has to shine in bright orange
and yet a rainbow needs sunshine as well as dark clouds
tantra means woven together and providence
patchwork for the mosaic and tapestry of life
no more threadbare rags nor shards of broken magic
in wonder and marvel lie imagination and miracles
wisdom is knowing what can and cannot be changed
humility and serenity require arduous work
to achieve some degree of spiritual connection
I gave my love to the Light
I loved a woman very, and for so long, she didn’t accept my feelings of love; I lost everything
Years have passed, and my life almost too, I lost my present life, but I can’t forget; goodbye
Hmm, my heart and soul lie like shards in a graveyard, I see this place often; death is a friend
I will die, killing me my love, this feeling the poison in my life
I won't drop this love, strangles like a boa constrictor; oh love
Yes, I don’t need it, but I just want; I need to forget everything
Oh light! I offer my love to you!
Please! Please! Please get it!
Take it off from my poor life!
Oh Light!
Save my life!
This is a great gift!
- From a suffering man -
Oh, Great Light, to you!
Get it!
Please!
Thank you!
Love you!
How much can i be vicious?
How much can i be worst ?
If i stop forgetting and start holding..
The devil whispers in my ear
Heart started to sink .
Lets just forgive
Then here comes villainous voices
From my heart .....
Which strangles me and says..
"I wanna kiss his face
With my broken heart.
I wanna paint his face
With all my scars.
I wanna get him back
To give him heart attack
I wanna feel his death
From all his heart .
I know i m being dramatic
But that's only left to imagine.
I just think what he owes?
Should i tell his mom ?
That his son suckkkss
What he does could proudly hurts."
Then i just swallowed the evil
But heart hurts deep .
He kept knocking .
Knocking on my valves.
Till it gives me heart attack.
if the rain were to fall
and the sky were to bubble in clouds
would you return to me
would you clean the wounds of my life
and sacrifice some of your soul for my own
what is it in this world
that hardens our hearts and strangles love
we have died every day among the beauty
yet, we are drawn to the ugliness of sin
to willingly burn in the candle's flame
if i had lived pure
would you give in and carry
me to places i've only dreamed of
caress me as a child and
love me as a lover from your past
bring forth the packets of pain, gather among us
in a reunion of regret, in a sea of solitudes
as the rain begins to fall from the bubbling clouds
washing the dust from our spirits as we rise
forever and forever free
C2023 Thomas Lee Rhymes - April 21, 2023
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