Even the irrational, of a child,
running for cover, losing
board game, but especially
in his smile, hug, snowball-kisses.
The rolled-out dough,
cookie cutters,
little fingers sprinkling sugar.
Joyful stomping
of rainwater and mud,
dripping onto a sparkling floor.
Wiggly worms and dandelions
pulled from his short pocket.
The scuffed up pants
as he deliriously slides
into home base,
and the other way around,
as he zealously shouts,
“You’re out!”
Cleaned-up, tucked-in, fast asleep -
the simplicity of an angel.
We've all heard it said that time is money-
exchange for purchasing or hours worked.
What if it were the other way around
and time becomes the valued currency?
Then money equals time, a reversed gift.
This exchange would then offer us a choice
of what is valued at our stage of life.
How can we ever honor it with time?
I'd cash in half of all our lifetime savings
and purchase time- increasing senior years!
Extend our lives so that we surely can
longer watch our five great-grandkids grow.
Their ages range from one to only six.
So, at our current ages, that can't be.
If we could trade for fifteen years at least,
would see them turn sixteen to twenty-one!
Plus, receiving gifts of time rather than things
would grant us extra ways to spoil them
with our presence at future birthdays and
those main events that grow and form their lives!
With the other half of our money saved,
exchange it for the value of more time
to barter goods and services required
to help us live those extra fifteen years.
God, thank you for being healthy
For family and shelter
Because I have a purpose
in life Thank you again because it's not all rosy
And that they said they loved me, and now it's just the other way around
Otherwise I wouldn't have realized that I had to detach I
don't know why but at the moment all I'm doing is stagnating
I know I should get up and progress
But something binds me Frustrates me, I can't understand I
think it's time to stop being or look weak (To look weak)
I just want to get out with the music, not to fill the bag (Not to fill the bag)
External things won't change my inside'I
know I'm following, I don't care who's before'I've
got to discipline myself, it's not enough to make a motivational video I'm
not going to do anything for no rational
reason I'm looking around me, I don't see anything, I have a bitter taste You
can't heal something you don't recognize, that's clear
That's exactly what I'm trying to do
And stop complacent
To be even more focused
These phases I don't like I
feel like I've lost control
I have to move on to the next
level Only God is immortal
God, thank you for being healthy
For family and shelter
Because I have a purpose
in life Thank you again because it's not all rosy
And that they said they loved me, and now it's just the other way around
Otherwise I wouldn't have realized that I had to detach I
don't know why but at the moment all I'm doing is stagnating
I know I should get up and progress
But something binds me Frustrates me, I can't understand I
think it's time to stop being or look weak (To look weak)
I just want to get out with the music, not to fill the bag (Not to fill the bag)
External things won't change my inside'I
know I'm following, I don't care who's before'I've
got to discipline myself, it's not enough to make a motivational video I'm
not going to do anything for no rational
reason I'm looking around me, I don't see anything, I have a bitter taste You
can't heal something you don't recognize, that's clear
That's exactly what I'm trying to do
And stop complacent
To be even more focused
These phases I don't like I
feel like I've lost control
I have to move on to the next
level Only God is immortal
I'll leave before the day I know you'll let me go
Because , you see, you have no idea how good I'm not for you
You put me on this pedestal where I know I don't belong
And yet, though I'm standing right in front of you, you can't seem to see how many pieces I'm broken into
Now sure, I may smile in your presence, laugh as if the world and everyone in it is like a dream come true
But that fact of the matter is, I haven't been happy in such a long time
And you may think that the reason I left was because something must have been wrong with you, but no, it's the other way around
How can I stay and have you fall in love with my false presentation
How can continue to allow you to put me up so high where I know eventually I will not meet your expectations
So, as I said before, I'll leave before the day you let me go
Leave so you will have this lasting impression of who you thought I was before I ruin it with who I truly am
I need you to remember me as someone I'll never be
Because if you found out who I really was, I would have never felt a love like what you've shown me.
The devil couldn’t reach me,
so he sent diversions in the form I desired most.
He wrapped lies in laughter,
gave them cute faces,
glittered them up like gold.
And I forgot, sometimes a wound wears jewels,
sometimes danger looks like everything you ever prayed for.
So I fell for it.
I wasn’t the sun in their day, nor the star in their night.
Even the moon could’ve shone better than me
but I wasn’t that either.
Is it any wonder
that the mark once adorned in gems
started bleeding on the one who never cut it?
And guess who walked away with the scar?
But what if scars aren’t shame
but signs?
Badges of strength,
proof that I broke, bled, and still rose.
I couldn’t dodge the pain,
but I gained the wisdom.
And if he couldn’t stop me from reaching everything except him,
then truly,he is powerless.
Now I know where I belong
with the One who loved me
when I couldn’t love myself.
I may stumble, fear, fall, stutter, break
but I now know whose I am.
And from this day forward,
I shall happen to life
not the other way around.
Cantata
He stood there on a plateau that only had a tree,
And since he had appeared from nowhere, there
Was there no past to bother with?
He sat under the tree mainly because it was
getting hot, the tree had big, thick leaves and
Beside the tree, there was a barrel of cold water.
During the day, the plateau became shimmering
He saw ponies trotting past like a knitted poncho.
Since he had no past, a fragment of a future
Instinct told him they were going to the Green Vale
That had grass, shade, and a lagoon that reflected
The sky, or was it the other way around?
He sat there and tried to visualize the future where he didn´t
Exist, but he failed, which made him human.
The Ghost
I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we were together
At ease now she left I got up walked on an icy floor to the kitchen, drank water and thought
What if the presence was not my dog but
Something sinister that would let me sleep
Guiltless in my bed
the mistake I made
was I began calling myself a poet
and I began calling my writing poetry
but when you label yourself as anything
a comedian
an artist
a musician
a filmmaker
a dancer
a painter
you give the word permission
to critique you as such
you become restricted
you invite comparison and expectation
the truth is it was never poetry
it was always just words
it was what I had to offer the world...
...so if you have something to offer the world
know that it doesn't have to fit
in a neat little box
in fact, it shouldn't
make what you like
make what is honest
make what you need
make what is unexpected but don't try to be something
I mourn for all the art that is lost
because we let ourselves forget
that art is the outcome of our expression
not the other way around
the goal is not to make music, poetry, art it is to set something within you free
The clairvoyant could be a schizophrenic, or is it the other way around?
Cymbals of the mime must be unbearably loud.
Flowers are for glade and not the lapel of blue clowns.
Is it better for a stray to be forever chained down
or go running off with a pack of the unfound.
After death are we whisked off to heaven
or does the soul shatter against a cold Black wall?
Is faith just a mirage for the eternally weak
or is it a gilded pathway to the purist of all kings?
Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell
Whose court is talking about justice here?
Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well
Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear
The cruel punishment will never put them right,
Your congregation of the disingenuous slaves
The triumph of the law will not be glorified
By their rants expanded through the airwaves
If it's the other way around, what about
The high intention of a servant to command
Slaves become masters, so you see their snouts
Stick everywhere, your privacy is scanned
Sisyphus pushes up again his cobblestone
Choirs sing the psalms into the painted sky
Whilst in his tiny room the last bookworm
Hears the voices of those who refused to die.
I love you
I don't love you sometimes
I'm reaching out to you
And I don't want to hide
My feelings for you
I'll bury them in the melted ground
I'll water them
I'll wash away my sorrow with my tears
Let them sprout
Flowers with a mysterious soul
I'll present them to you
I'll reveal my secret to you.
Life has arranged for us,
My meeting with you,
Would never have separated us,
Time would have separated us by blind enmity.
Love is cruel
And treacherous they say
And sometimes it can turn
# It can be the other way around
Before we enter this relationship,
Did I already lose your love?
Before we become intimate,
Did you already meet someone new?
Each time I want to fall in love again,
Something wrong is bound to happen.
I was ready to make you mine, but
Someone stole your heart from my grasp.
Am I doing something wrong with you?
I took caution so I don’t lose you.
Am I finding the wrong type of people?
I chose you because I trusted you.
I just want to be careful with myself.
I don’t want my heart to shatter again.
Your feelings keep changing like the seasons
How do I know they won’t fly away?
I need to get over this fear of losing you.
These situations keep happening because
I didn’t have the courage to tell you how I feel.
I’m losing sleep over what could have been.
Am I doing you wrong, or
Is it the other way around?
That, her much-pied stripes pointed down
Scarce be why Tories lost their crown,
Or alter way around,
Easy it scarce be found,
Perhaps a frown was on him who was brown—
A hint, to all of us
May look atrocious,
Inviting our very own frown.
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Happenings |03.07.2024|
Poet’s note: The Tories have lost and lost heavily in UK. Experts may point at a lot of reasons as to why. Is it why PM Sunak’s wife wore stripes that pointed downward? Or is it the other way around? This ditty has its own tongue-in-cheek take on the matter. The idea is just to laugh.
If mass equals energy
why don’t I have more energy?
It seems to happen to me
in inverse proportions.
The more pounds I weigh
the less energy I have.
The less energy expended,
then the more mass!
If I reversed this trend
and expended more energy
I suppose I would lose pounds.
Or, is it the other way around?
If I lose the weight
I will then have more energy?
Whichever it is, weight loss
doesn’t seem to be in
my immediate future.
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