walking a tightrope
boos down here, cheers overhead
safety-net ~ vanished
She talked about her family in glimpses,
like she was always walking a tightrope.
Between normal and just chucking it all,
for the next bus that might give her some hope.
She tried to paint a picture of her town,
pristine houses along a tree-lined strand.
Faces peeking around window curtains,
fathers in doorways with belts in their hand.
When she ran out of brown, umber and black,
she was embarrassed when a laugh slid out.
She’d been taught that in midwestern values,
unwed mothers had nothing to laugh about.
I have spiritual callings, personal dreams
and a bunch of stuff in between.
My aspirations are many, so
how do I pursue them all?
I believe the answer is in mastering the
balancing act.
The hardest part of the balancing act is
adjusting to the unexpected
It’s like you’re walking a tightrope from
building to building, with 12 plates in
each hand, and 6 textbooks on your head.
You finally get your balance right –
one step, two step…and then comes the
gusting winds, 15mph stronger than before.
A squirrel has discovered and boarded the
tightrope, creeping towards your big toe
and mistaking it for an acorn.
You are forced to readjust and improvise,
losing plates and textbooks as you do.
But how many items you are able to keep
on the way to the other side does not
determine if you have mastered the
balancing act or not
The key is to accept that it’s life’s ritual to
throw you off balance
Then, you will have harmony within yourself,
conquering every obstacle as you continue to
move forward.
Walking a tightrope without a net; with an appetite for hope
Our lives echo similar outcomes as we walk into the future
Turning empty pages of our lives with our eyes open or closed
A desire of composing chronicles
Like the Desirable Immortal Ocean
Its tendrils crawling upon the sands
On a moonlight requisition
Than wanes back into the abyss
Constituting remnants in its bowels
Creating new fate of phenomenons left behind
-72 words March 6, 2017
Poetry Contest: What Doesn't Kill Us
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Next stop is where I begin
Your fears walking a tightrope
Next turn is when I spin
And I’ve got your heart like a top
Next stop – head over heels
Your voice stuck in your throat
Next turn hold your happy meal
'cause I’ve got your head in a coast
Next stop I’ve got your joy
Expressed in your deafening scream
Next turn I’m now your favourite toy
You savour the ride in a tub of ice cream
Next stop – you’ll jump straight back in
Your fears vaporised in a thrill
Next turn – still high on adrenaline
Kicking and screaming with zeal
Next stop you’ll wobble at the knees
Headlong - climbing the steep slopes
Next turn you’ll feel a bit woozy
Unabatedly anticipating the next stop
07-29-2015
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Contest Name: TRAINS AND FANTASY
Walking a tightrope across my inner self…
Dare to look down pass the pages from my shelf…
It tells the story of the mind that sits outside my soul…
Discolored and torn but the meaning still screams from what is whole…
Tiny scars stained by raindrops that never really dried…
Washed down my hand and caressed the tears I could never hide…
The journey left me crawling for my peace…
Onto a table beside a pen I sit and release…
Walking a tightrope High above the crowd Faces below me Shouting out loud Come here go there Directions all about My once certainty Has now become my doubt Lost my way Let all my demons in A blinding arrogance Appears to be my sin Never took heed Always went my own way Closed my ears To all the words people say Need to keep my balance Can`t let go now Very difficult task Seems I forgot how Feel myself slipping Into the crowd below No safety net in sight To cushion the blow Before I hit Will my arms sprout wings Will know very soon What my future brings
Grab the torches
Helmets and all
There's about to be a riot
I feel like the veil is gone
Been on my knees puking the remainder of you
Been throwing up your lies
My insides are retching themselves of you.
Your exterior is so beautiful
But your hearts blacker than an eclipse
I was walking a tightrope
With both sides burning
Trapped. You didn't break my fall
I ran back to you thinking...
Some sort of mistake.
Then i saw the real you.
Deceit in your eyes.
Hate spewing from your mouth
Wait! I dated You!
Now i see the evil in You.
The realization hitting me.
You just a Bad illusion
I fed on lies from your hand
You had me mesmerized
You offered me the world
Made it look nice
Well Now I'm out of your Grip
To a father's Open arms
Now I'm wearing battle gear
Got my torch raised high
I'm burning all your holds....
Tell the city to sound the alarms.
Cos its gonna go up in flames....
There is gonna be a riot.
A daydream that lasts awhile..
Reality that seems a mile..
Tree tops that move with ease..
A smile faded with a breeze..
Miracles you see in movies..
A fairy tale so far from me..
So many doors that close so fast..
When will I know if this love will last..
Long walks that clear my head...
A memory of things we said...
Walking a tightrope of pain and sorrow..
Where just a stone's throw from that glow...
with him im walking a tightrope
i still need a safety net
I'm restless and senseless,
I act on a whim,
I'm obstinate defiant,
Lost between hero and sin.
I've lost what I need,
Yet recovered my habits,
Slept in a runaway box car,
Headed toward the Sabbath.
Hades' hand quivers,
Thinking of me,
Michael beckons my soul,
Knelt humbly upon knee.
Lost in the crowd,
Yet the center of attention,
Walking a tightrope,
With uneven suspension.
Lost the one thing I loved,
Like change to the couch,
Leftover frostbitten flowers,
Attempting to fly South.
Through a rain of confusion,
A Sunday Herald held overhead,
Forgotten mystifying emotions,
The right words said.
A cloud outlined in silver,
Marooned in the sky,
Walking in gratitude,
You've earned your wings...fly.
Sincerely, Me.