Invisible Scars
Invisible scars aren't always perceivable
tothe bare eyes.
Typically undetectable and concealed,
Visible and Invisible.
Choices were made not forced at hand.
Every scared conveys a story of strength
And survival.
Revealing one's situation doesn't implies
You're telling your business.
It's to exhibit one's invisible scars so
that others may notably know therefore
One can heal.
It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear
He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.
They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.
A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.
See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.
Like deep questions in outer space,
Dwelling out there with troubling trails,
Her Depts are undetectable,
And questions abound.
Born in neither heaven nor hell,
She's more than a show and tell.
Reckless ruin better describes her,
An ever-consuming sinkhole.
If ever she enters your heart,
Forgive and bid her depart
Lest you be swallowed up
And filled with tombs of shame.
None should be tempted to descend
Into a black hole filled with pain and sin.
She's the cheating kind, that's not very kind.
It's a lonely place, starving for companionship.
It appears to be loving and harmless.
Pleasure and passion, yes; true love, not.
Black hole love is a deceptive romance
That must be avoided at all costs.
I am an inked ribbon
fed through an old manual typewriter.
Like all old typewriters,
the machine originated
in the belly
of a behemoth steam punk engine,
one already equipped
with an Artificial Intelligence
so fake that it was undetectable
in any time or space.
Eventually,
all such antiquated machines
must evolve into smart phones
in the hands of semi-morons.
Until then,
I remain just ink
held in suspended animation
until an ancient programmer
codes thoughts upon fingertips
that are still growing
in a stone-age Petrie dish.
Geese arrive or go,
nowhere becomes a somewhere,
straight lines crisscross the sky,
a history of headless contrails
the undetectable are trekking over
a borderless yonder.
Under
a brightly birthed daylight
eyesight cannot settle,
but skims around
the unseen tips of fleeting wings.
A peddle bike
with its hunched rider
whoosh past.
A streetlamp speedwalks
from one glazed eye to another
blurring a roadmap
in a plodding mind.
Whichever way I go
the sky gets there before me
ever ready to redraw
that which has
just now occurred.
My scars lives inside and out seems undetectable to
the unaided eye. These scars
Damaging effects traumas, pangs layers of scars one
may not understand, Me, Myself and I. These scars
Curveballs of epiphanies, tactics; Full of blindside's
thrown at me in all directions, now in distress and
torment wants to be friend me. These scars
Booby traps launched beyond one's control. These scars
Questions often hovers over my crown why? I deserve
these damaging effects. These scars
Pondering should I throw in the towel? Almost held me
hostage, draining my will to press on towards my journey.
These scars
I'm no longer your prisoner set me free, So I can meet my
destiny, you no longer have power over me. These scars
women can be killers too
vicious heartless murderers
arsenic used to be undetectable
odorless and tasteless, weapon of choice
feeding it to your victim is gruesome
they suffer a slow, painful agonizing death
it lasts for days and days; no one knows what is wrong
except for the scheming, conniving, murdering wife.
how can they watch a man they once loved suffer like this?
Is insurance money worth their soul?
As The Rising Sun, The Dawn Came In Softly & Slowly;
&
So Did My Suffering.
Maybe Unexplained Or Unexpected Feelings;
Which Have Been Ignored;
A Sudden Melancholy Skulking In The Silence;
Awaiting The Arrival Of This Day.
The Days Have Regrettably Passed Since We Parted Ways;
About 4 Years Ago, & I Now Wonder If There Was Anything I Could Have Done;
I May Not Have Needed To Spend As Much Time In The Closet;
I Probably Need To Have Paid Closer Attention To How You Felt About Being Anonymous;
Or;
To Anything Else That Would Have Kept You By My Side;
I Am Sorely Missing You Right Now.
My Thoughts Are Hitting Barriers, & My Tears Are Falling Like Waterfalls;
All With Photographs Of You;
Including Your Wild Hairstyles;
Wild Kissing Technique;
All-Gleaming Beard;
Lovely Eyes;
Beautiful Voice;
Undetectable Abs;
&
Silly Smiles.
The Monotonous Music You Listened To In Your Place;
I Can Still Hear Them Playing In My Head From When I Visited;
I Still Occasionally Hear Them In My Brain;
Which Is Shocking, But I Genuinely Miss You & Those Awful Songs.
I can be a wretched fake, in private, intimate performance.
I’m an actress capable of imitating spontaneous pleasure -
by tricks of hesitation, convulsive vocal play and postures.
A mimicry undetectable to an immediate spectator.
Aww, thank you, I’ll sigh, as if leaving a good party.
“I’ve got a lot of homework to do,” I’ll add, a minute later.
To clear the stage.
Unavailable for work,
Unbeatable prices,
Uncertain times.
Undetectable fraud,
Unenviable tasks,
Unfathomable crimes.
Ungrateful children,
Unhelpful comments,
Unintentional consequences.
Unjustified dismissal,
Unkind acts,
Unlimited credit.
Unmentionable briefs,
Unnecessary accompaniments.
Unopened mail.
Unpronounceable words,
Unquestionable loyalty,
Unreasonable requests.
Unseasonal weather,
Untroubled teenager's,
Unusual behavior.
Unverified reports,
Unwanted attention,
Un-x-rayed patient.
Unyielding bolt,
Un-zesty pizza,
For unproductive people, uninterested in undivided attention.
Life is short
But love can be shorter
I wonder if love could ever be overwhelming
I wonder if we could ever get tired of love
I wonder if we’d push people away because they love us
Is that what love is really about?
I wonder if the foundation of love could be mistrust
Re-echoing and resounding worst memories
I wonder if love is desultory
And probably depends on happening situations
Like a bag on a windy desert
True Love they say never fades
But does it even last for ages
I’ve been digging for days
Surfing and scattering the mains
Where goes love?
Down our tummies?
So, they don’t last?
Or up in our chest ?
Like an undetectable malformation ?
Or skyrocketing to brains?
Probably why we go crazy about the people we love
I really hope it’s all not a mirage
But rather true reflections of genuine affection
And not delusion of fantasies
The only thing we wish to see in our images
An aura of love strongly bonded across our hearts
Where distance cannot even stand a chance
Of separating the ones we love
But I still ask from the bottom of my mind
What is love??
disappearing, becoming a dot
an undetectable epicentre
to become the portal
wherefrom flows emanation
I Am the one and I Am the two
poised in perfect brilliant stillness
15-April-2023
As imperfect humans, we judge perceived on what our eyes see
It's a mistake many of us make, and not based on a heart's purity.
A trait that shows we are prejudiced and biased against others
of different races and religious beliefs, of our sisters and brothers.
We were all created in the image and likeness of our Father, God.
To realize a person's value, we must look deeper than their facade,
but we label people by appearance without personal interaction.
Iniquitous of our subconscious to let outward looks be an attraction.
Were that all eyes were blind to a beautiful face or a muscular form
we would treat each other with a demeanor more pleasant and warm.
Too often we don't bother trying to learn what's in a person's heart
before our minds tell us, "I'm going to tear this unworthy one apart."
Shouldn't we look past a person's age, or unappealing physical features?
To hold that against them makes us small-minded, bigoted creatures.
We're guilty of doing a disservice to good people if we fail to perceive
what is undetectable to our eyes. First impressions often tend to deceive.
January 8, 2023
The Way We Look Contest
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Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.
An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will girder one socket to another.
The framework reconstructs itself
emptiness becomes whole
yet still see through.
There are sharp edges and blunt sounds,
they will clang like cowbells if not polished
into a ringing voice.
Sneak up on yourself,
rattle an echoing skull until teeth chatter
in a free-floating mind.
Whatever tumbles out of that
will be a loosely connected osseous process -
dead on arrival of course.
Pull the invisible strings - make it dance.
your bag of bones just nailed it
but what is it?
Mute and fastidious enlivening womb,
Blood red zygote is tied in a strange bloom.
Umbilical strands, mysterious quagmire.
Once undetectable vitality is now seed hire.
Wrapped in the space of a narrow room.
Elusive shelter from the entire doom.
Antepartum life, nourishing advertently,
Swiftly evolving forms and lines reliantly.
Enclose the embryonic kid with affection.
For a while, surely keep it safe till inception.
Right to be born, to exist, to suck in air
Renewed spirit and a drive to live and dare.
Kids recalled mother's voice from the womb.
No one knows his death date or his tomb.
Written: March 25, 2022
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