Quote unquote friends i have made since he.
How do they see me now? Was i just a sign on a highway? Just looking and cruising me by.
Its good that my peers know how i operate yet, it unsatisfied me that they know who i am
i think of it quite useless.
It’s always “young and free” but i don’t feel free. countless days and nights entrapped in four walls. my social skills are torn and low, i’ve wrapped myself in isolation
I don’t feel happy.. but i feel peace. enough peace to not become so faint and cruel to this world who showed no remorse.
I’m uneasy and ready to rest.
as we float and gloat in destiny’s moat
fears and desires as we quote and unquote
in trance altering not our piquant circumstance
although plunging into the void is our only chance
being not a rebel, a nerd, we follow the herd
blindly aping scriptures word for word
we remain lost in labyrinths of lower mind
trauma bonding therein fear grips us in a bind
finding our life adrift, if we choose we can yet shift
to reclaim within heart, love and light as a gift
enlivening feeble form with currents warm
in time becoming the very bliss storm
Free to be
Free to be me
Free to choose
Free to lose
Free to let go
Free to say no
Free to live
Free to forgive
Free from my past
Free at last
Inspired by Martin Luther' king's quote'Free at last,Thank God
Being driven by others
who just don't see your illness
since it's not a broken arm or leg
keep saying I'm special I can win
the being disqualified because
you never attended college.
nor because you suffered injury
or illness being told you just.
cannot compete struggling.
because someone said you
and your mind cannot write.
its own thoughts searching.
finding real hope within
The Special Olympics
where you are among
your own peers why one
must believe writing poetry
is no different that being able
to express yourself through
poetry and song is a gift no one
has the right to take it away
from you the feeling being free
in your mind to be challenged to soar
in spite being quote unquote broken
silencing yourself words unspoken
Maya Angelou wrote of great suffrage
depression and abuse as did Virginia Woolf
during her madness mental disease her best
poetry was created including Emily Dickinson
Edgar Alan Poe William Shakespeare
many great writers mentally disabled persons
think write read and sing teaching us about
mental illness why they have a lot to say
well in my book I think that it's okay
You were my first love my greatest treasure
Sadly my world was shaken beyond measure
Silently like a thief in the night death came
Took your body your soul it could not claim
I saw you suffering and fighting the pain
Disease killed its victim again and again
My tears collect like incense in a bowl
Tears have a habit of cleansing the soul
Like a rudderless boat in a boisterous sea
I’m not sure how things will end for me
Kind words of comfort from all around
Unconditional grace and love abound
I would like to conclude this eulogy this tribute
With the words of the minister so resolute
And I quote “Let us not wait for the storm to pass
But let us rather learn to dance in the rain” unquote
Fare thee well my forever love my life
My Five Senses
For someone with synaesthesia,
I am just quite dumbfounded,
In understanding all my five senses,
That leaves me buzzing, ungrounded!
You see, it’s not very clear,
As to why this does happen,
But I see, hear, smell, taste and touch things,
As if they’re quite apparent.
I see things in color,
Like words, numbers, and notes.
Which often leaves me in a blunder,
To quote or unquote!
I taste more than just food,
Like air, space and mood,
And often compare it,
To a summer in June.
I hear most things out loud,
Like smell touch and crowds,
For where there is one, the others are around.
And often they all blend together somehow.
So, what’s simply the norm for her, them, and you,
Are just all my five senses, demanding a cue.
And if ever you meet me or another as similar,
Don’t bother to question, because for us it's quite familiar.
Date of poem 25 July 2018
Of the past, a memory evoked by Tom Cunningham, who invoked me to post it by virtue of his comment I quote below...
Quote, "Indeed a true Japan haiku must follow those rules to say yes it is a haiku, but like most things people move away and bend the rules and reshape it, one thing I've noticed is many do not follow the ( in the moment) theme where its like a photograph of an image but in word form. Tom", unquote.
it's like summertime
a hot day in December...
a freezing night kills
Of the present, inspired by the present, invoked by Tom Cunningham.
Quote, "Indeed a true Japan haiku must follow those rules to say yes it is a haiku, but like most things people move away and bend the rules and reshape it, one thing I've noticed is many do not follow the ( in the moment) theme where its like a photograph of an image but in word form. Tom", unquote.
leaf fall in July...
summer idiosyncracies...
lack of hydration.
we take each season
as it comes we have no choice...
summer holidays
Of the present, inspired by the present, invoked by Tom Cunningham.
Quote, "Indeed a true Japan haiku must follow those rules to say yes it is a haiku, but like most things people move away and bend the rules and reshape it, one thing I've noticed is many do not follow the ( in the moment) theme where its like a photograph of an image but in word form. Tom", unquote.
When you release the
words, your curled fingers
burst into flame.
It was an ancient filth,
a bird fighting in the mud-
house of quote-unquote.
Someone navigated
over the bald heads to find
a landing place for a cuckoo.
Between real and fiction,
you cannot write a hymn
in praise of satan, called god.
I am done with the darkness
all around, and rip open
the wall to let in the jupiter.
Satish Verma
It was night when I saw you in my dreams
Dreams that shattered into pieces
Pieces of our memories and hearts
Hearts that seems so tired to follow our rules.
The scorching sun at noon burnt my soul
Soul that lied and cheated amidst your honesty
Honesty that once part of you and me together
Together, in any parts of this whole wide world is nowhere to be found.
Everyone wakes up in the morning of bliss
Bliss which means sorrow
Sorrow of every single mistake I've done to you
You whose love, patience and care matches no one that I am longing until now.
I am now staring at the moon.
Moon that reminds me as a fragile
Fragile person should blame no one but myself
Myself who made an unquote promise to a woman I lost forever.
"THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD," unquote,
BUT NOT IF PALTRY WORDS IGNORED.
Here lies kindly Mr. So-and-So.
He will be missed, but by whom?
There’s nobody here now.
All I see around me are other tombstones
Planted in this carrion garden,
Like arms clamoring aimlessly
Toward heaven, the sky, the sun,
“Remember me!” they scream.
And they never look back.
Never look down.
It’s uncertain if they even uttered a sound.
I think I feel better assuming that Mr. So-and-So
Is in a quote/unquote “better place”. No.
I don’t believe in heaven,
But I’m getting older
And weaker
And the lung cancer is growing
And has been since I was fifteen
My blood pressure is rising
My teeth will not stop grinding in the night
And it’s all so inevitable
And unstoppable
I need to pretend
I believe again
That kindly Mr. So-and-So gained
So much more than worms and dirt at his end.
We deserve
So much more than that.
UNDERNEATH AN ARMPIT
WHO IS IT? IS IT A TEST?
I DON’T WANNA THINK
I AM OR YOU ARE, ARE OR AREN’T?
GUESS WHO OR WHAT!
A MAN…A HUSBAND!
WHO CARES…BUT HE CARES!
JUST A MERE EXERCISE
NOT IN THE PROCESS AN EXORCISM
OF ALL THE MEN, A GENTLEMAN
A MILITARY OFFICER, A COLONEL
A GENERAL, A PRESIDENT
MORE THAN EVER, A LAPSE
DOMESTICALLY OR MAYBE DOMINATED.
DON’T BE FAST
NOR IN AN ARM LENGTH
THIS GENTLEMANLY ACT. NOW IS IT
SEEMED DIMINISHING OR FADING HASTILY
AGAIN I DON’T WANNA JUDGED WITH RESPECT
FOR SOME REASON THOUGH AGHAST.
GIVE THEM A FAIR ASSESSMENT
THOUGH THERE ARE REALLY THAT
SOFT MANNERED AND SOCIAL DISCOMFORT
BUT FOR SOME EXCUSES I KNOW IT ISN’T
RATHER BE A BLESSING IN DISGUISE
AS VERY UNDERSTANDING, BETTER THINK WISE
OR TWICE
THIS MAN IS GOD’S WILLINGLY A BET TO BIT
A BUTTERFLY, A GAY OR A *****BUT, NO, NOT
I BELIEVE THERE IS AN INNER TRAIT
PASS IT BUT DO NOT CONDEMN IT
FOR HEAVENLY THE TRUTH
THIS MAN TRULY “ LOVES YOU”, QUOTE,
AND UNQUOTE!
No I am not a famous poet,
being published everyday,
But I am a man of society,
And I have words to say,
How can I get these words out,
When Society imprisons me,
Society sticks these labels to me,
Calling me socialist and multiculturalist,
And the Right wing call me traitor,
Those haters want me dead,
Yet still the words build up inside me,
The words have no fear of death,
And they rush headlong from my mouth,
Like a Forlorn hope of old breaching a castle moat,
And you talk of shipping the immigrants home,
back home upon a boat,
Were we not all immigrants at one point,
And they label me again you're a liberal quote unquote,
If you read and take one thing from this,
Let it be that human beings are not the same,
But our differences enhance our lives,
Would it not be boring to be carbon copies,
Of the man at the bottom of the lane.
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