I read and highlighted
the lyrics
of two perfectly different,
however similar
modern songs.
One was
‘The Season of the Sticks’
and the other
was ‘Stubborn Love.’
I don’t live in Vermont,
But my yard and roof
confirm that spring
is coming. I also have
no interest
in landscaping.
I found myself circling
and counting
all the “half” words
and considering
how the repetition
of a word offers more
than half a meaning.
While sipping watered-
down coffee beans and
staring at a full parking lot,
I decided on one thing
that I wanted today,
the “opposite of love’s
indifference” when I
exit the anonymity
of The Joy Bar
Coffee Co.
I don’t know
“some version” of myself.
Unfortunately, I know more.
I might leave “tire tracks”
on the world’s uncaring
pavement, or my own
driveway on the edge
of oblivion.
I am not “split
in half” or
a fragment
of myself, like a
blueberry
that never made it
to juicy, round
perfection.
In twenty minutes
I will pick my son up
from golf practice
and drink the remnants
of cold coffee
on the way.
I don't want to fight
My voice is not being heard
I should disappear
molecules in body become aligned aware
purification a process of mind
equanimity the reachable finely tuned kind
keeping balance is a high welfare
pain and pleasure in equal measure
Faith Patience and Love together
Sun needs Rocket and Launchpad
Most High is Ascension and Grounded
3__________333___________3_________3
I hated him,
fought with him,
threw words sharp enough to cut.
I called him a psycho,
as if he was
and he—
he just nodded,
as if guilt was his to bear.
He took my beatings,
my storms,
without a single strike back.
And when I broke,
when tears came like floodwater,
he didn’t turn away.
He pulled me close,
patted my hair,
and whispered,
“It’s okay… I will be with you.”
That was the moment,
like Tom understanding Jerry,
we stopped being enemies—
and became something more.
I wanted to feel it
The joy of being understood.
if the sea ran dry
every soul would know it
die; then be noticed
I’ve understood the secrets of your life,
I’m no longer your former source of strife.
I won’t take a place on your cherished throne,
My sorrow won’t leave your doorstep alone.
The century looks back at me with disdain,
What’s happened to humanity’s domain?
Deep in my heart, my feelings remain,
My secrets are still unshared, like a chain.
I have many truths still locked away,
My pride remains untouched, come what may.
I come hesitantly, still shy and afraid,
Like a bride whose face is yet to be laid.
Don’t be fooled by praises or empty fame,
Don’t blame the times or others for your shame.
If your heart finds no peace with the world’s beat,
You’ll never embrace the joy that’s complete.
Words
Cannot be understood
Because
Nothing cannot be
Understood..
Appearances are nothing
Appearing..
Words are appearances
That's about it..!!
(Clarity speaks
But there is no clarity..)
Words
Cannot be understood
Because
Nothing cannot be
Understood...
Well..?
You have never understood the fear in my voice, shaking and quivering, for life
i begged for my dad
dripping bloody,
pants, underwear running low dangling on my knees
"please pick me up, im..maiden lane..? i'm scared dad. it's dark. and i don't know where i am please.."
i cried
aching painfully,
"i'm on my way, stay right there. telephone box?"
"mhm.." i cried like dying dog.
the click of the phone as he hung up,
pained into my creeping silence
i swallowed into myself,
dripping in the puddle of blood,
that stains my underwear dangling at feet
i press for the pain to mellow but
of course, it doesn't
and blur my vision into the tears streaming bloody hot down my cheeks
feeling my burnt blonde hair and smeared mascara along and in my eyes
the date did not end well
especially when i had to cry to my dad to take me home
I never understood love...
Always was I the one who adorned his life with dreams.
Music was my compass through the fog towards all that I was to become.
Often, love seemed a superfluous entity,
I found myself wrapped in a cocoon of crystal,
A prisoner of solitude,
No one seemed to unravel the enigma of my soul.
But here you are now, emerging as if from the void,
And a bow's arching binds us,
Covenant is the word -- once inconsequential
Until you awaken and resonate with its hidden influence.
From afar, perhaps the world will not understand our symphony,
And perhaps it will never understand.
For even our own minds do not comprehend how all this came to be,
It was something beyond rational thought,
It was a feeling.
It was not a visual attraction, but a pure curiosity of our souls.
People may not understand;
Perhaps they will never see or feel that sentiment when looking deeply into your eyes.
This mist, for others, would have seemed an endless abyss.
Your black pearls.
In your eyes, I recognize myself.
In your eyes, I see us.
In your eyes, I see an infinity of tomorrows.
I never understood love.
Not until you arrived in my galaxy.
To be mis understood is to be absorbed
A rejection of existence by the listener
The communicator communicating
But the message is dissonance
It has happened one two three many times
Too much so that speaking is distilled
To specifically what you believe in
So that you can see me, It is heartbreaking
I would have taught you so much
We could have had so much fun
We could have found each other
In the meanings elaborated with patience
But I think a little too fast And my word smay slur
I also do not know many English words
To describe states of the heart with grace
and panache I lack finesse I speak too direct
You say am too honest I know no diplomacy
I might embarrass you while disrespecting my self
I am too headstrong but you are weak at heart
you are not talking to me
You are misunderstanding on purpose to
Conserve who you are rejecting any other
So I echo you you you
Because To be misunderstood is to be a broken mirror
It makes you hate yourself
Struggling
To find yourself in the other
in a breath
it came to me
that god was
in the little things
that bring us joy
AP: 3rd place 2023
While the family was gone to Mama's funeral Pixie Mouse began to sweep.
She wanted it to be tidy when they returned; and she barely made a peep.
Although humans had never been kind to her, she understood the death creep.
It is a time to laugh, to joke, to story tell and weep. Not the time to sweep
I never understood
the 'boys in the hood'
Why they ditched school
and thought they were cool
I never understood
their love for switchblades
They were carving up faces
while I made my good grades
I never understood
why they talked so 'affected'
I always felt then
like I was rejected...
They're long ago dead
every last one
While I live out my dreams
and the world carries on
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