What I knew the darkness, hiding inside of me?
What if I knew what I would be ready to be?
What if I knew why I feel things?
What if knew why I don't have wings?
If I knew what I will change
If I knew how I will behave
If I knew why I am here
And knew the things I fear
Then I will stop trying and having fun
I will wait for the one
The day were it all ends
Thinking I couldn't have changed
Oh my teary eyed girl
I’ve been you
I am you
And I know
the answers I give,
You will not listen to
It’s cruel
All I say
I’ve heard from you
Your words
I use everyday
The heaviest truth
Is left unsaid
Yet the weight presses down
In every silent moment
When I cannot steer anymore
Like the ceiling of a house
That is soon to crumble
It’s a terrible home
I know, I’m sorry
You look at me,
we are silent,
But I can see
You can’t say
And I can’t either
We both know
It is nicer to keep inside
But the truth
squeezes, seizes,
at your throat
Speaking out loud
Puts an end
To the very thing
We are living for
What if I just let go?
An Architect of Ruins: built upon an unpredictable,
Sandstorm. With full knowledge of its consequences.
The contractor's role in assisting with the outcome.
Was the price to pay as tools used to construct the
anchor that is already sinking?
This is the familiar toxicity of a well-known friend.
While displaying their fully furnished turnkey.
Craving stability, but chose the sandstorm.
Like cutting off body parts, then stitching them
together with thorn wires, suggested by the hired
contractor. Who has made it a wreckage, and now grasping in corrosive shattered sandstorm, having,
shown the turnkey project.
Subcontractors are now on the punch list.
Where is the willingness to surrender this pain?
These hands are the only thing that’s binding time.
Of your own undoing.
To stop the bleeding, you must drop the permit.
he decided to go fishing in his good clothes
his happiest, snappiest, favorite outfit too
why he would not listen, no one knows
maybe because he is a young pup of twenty-two
What if you snag a twenty-pound catfish I asked him
He thought this was hilarious, this novice fishing man, Jim
I am serious, I said, it could happen on the lake where we’ll be
That catfish dragged him out of the boat; would he see twenty-three?
What if they had lived?
What if?
Why couldn’t they live?
We will never forgive,
We will never forget,
What if they had lived?
And yet we will never get to see that happen.
Trayvon Martin,
Killed for skittles,
If he had lived -
He would have been a pilot,
If he had lived -
He would not have remained a kid
Tamir Rice,
Murdered for being a kid,
Playing with a toy gun -
All he did was have fun,
If he had lived -
He would be alive,
And for his family, his life was the most precious gift
If he had lived -
He would have been forever cherished
If all the Black kids,
Would not have been killed,
They would have lived -
They would still be breathing,
If they had lived the world would be a better place for it
This old lighthouse wants to say,
about the cold clouds of gray.
When it rained all night and day,
with the keeper wanting to pray.
Then the sun would come out to play,
making the blue sea a pretty highway.
This old lighthouse saw many ships,
some sailed by and some smashed like a souffle.
Sailing by were many birds of prey,
telling the old lighthouse it was like a cast away.
Old lighthouse even on Christmas day,
I can not getaway.
For the old lighthouse and keeper was it judgment day?
Why did the keeper want to stay?
Why not just run away?
The keeper knew he could not leave ~ no way,
telling God they both were not a runway.
What If Tomorrow was Forever? No good bye ends and friends still there. With OH That’s Rare and a Destiny Dare of a Forever Care. Then Monday will say See That I’m Gone and a Morn of Lights. No Reds. Your Head in a Shuttle Dance. No Last Chance Today. “YOU DIDN'T SAY THAT”. My Hat Please. Tips and no turns with I’LL LEARN. Sooner and No Later than Forever. How Clever. My Watch Stopped. The Clock Strikes Three and There's ME! With NO Clues. The News Is OUT. Around we go, so slow AS THE WORLD TURNS. We are young, Not Restless. Our age on a page. Please Go To The Lobby. Our Hobby: Out the Door, There’s More. The Floor ME is a Sunset All Colors. No Views. The Hues on Cue. Say Goodnight, Never Out OF SIGHT.. The Rights/NO Wrongs” YOU READ ME THAT!”. My HAT a Halo All Green and "Lean Against the Wall"!. All Colors, Your Pick. There's a Kiss and Goodbye is ON HOLD. I TOLD YOU THAT. Let’s Go till Tomorrow is Forever. How Clever, Your Phone’s ALL Alone. Yesterday say YOU DON’T SAY. Come what May. And OH SO RARE. Day After Tomorrow. We’re Here and YOUR DEAR. You Don’t Say. Today is A Day Forever, After Tomorrow.
What if the world is full of love
Accepting of God's message arising from above
What if the world is full of laughter
Knowing there exists a glorified hereafter
What if the world is full of truth
Fills the minds of all the youth
What if the world declared no more nasty wars
Much healing to amend all divisive people flaws
What if the world now all together as community
With each other develop affectionate perpetuity
What if the world lives in harmony with nature
Ascendance of the soul enhanced a joyous stature
What if the world is full of happy smiling faces, brows no longer furrowed, worried
A gentle pace of movement in a world no longer hurried
What if the world is full of kindness supporting when we fall
A world that's full of freedom allowing each proudly to walk tall
What if the world fulfils untapped loving potential
What if all the what ifs morphed becomes existential
WHAT IF.........
What if...
They are only two small words,
Harmless enough when left alone,
Silent, so long as they do not lean toward each other.
But the moment they touch, something in the dark stirs.
A door unlatched, a wound reopened, a shadow that follows you home.
It asks only one thing of you:
What if I had chosen differently?
That is enough to send the mind drifting into places it should not go,
Through the graves of the past,
Through the choking stillness of the present,
Toward futures that linger like ghosts beyond a locked door.
Some paths might have spared you,
Others still move behind you, soft-footed and patient.
That is the curse of those two words:
They can bury you in a life that never happened.
© Poem – XVII/V/MMXXVI
LRET
What if I stopped feeling you
What if I gave up calling your name
What if I grew tired of searching for you
What if I no longer wished to hear your voice
What if I forgot your laughter
What if your eyes vanished from my memory
What if your embrace turned to nothing
What if your footsteps stopped echoing in me
What if my hands no longer reached for you
What if my heart no longer felt your name
What if my body became hollow
What if my tears dried without consolation
What if my smile stayed trapped inside the pain
What if my words got lost upon the wind
What if my world turned to silence
What if my yesterday faded away forever
What if my life became only longing
Would it even matter???
What if there were just Stars in outer Space
What if there was no Earth and no Human race
What if there was no Birds and no honey Bees
What if there was no Flowers and no green Trees
What if there was no Water no River or Lakes
What if there was no Lions Tigers or Snakes
What if there was no love and there was no hate
What if there was no time how long should we wait
What if god said this world was not meant to be
Then there would never be a you and there would never be a me.
The maidens howled, “What if Jesus was hung?”
then nervously laughed and blushed as they blasphemed.
“Then,” said one, “Christ can lick me with His tongue,
and burst my cherry till it's nicely creamed!”
Such exchange took place when I was a boy,
as two maids spoke of the Lord's holy cock,
thus contemplating on that sacred “joy,”
whether it was ever hard as a rock.
But He can resurrect women's desires,
for who knows them better than their own God:
He knows them from head to toe, and inspires
in them a passion only bards can laud.
And I, a swan, sing that Christ's divine pizzle
can make maid's maidenheads delight and sizzle!
what if we all agreed
the whole neighborhood, this town, the state, the nation, the world?
on politics, religion, and who should marry what?
what if every one of us had the same opinions about everything?
what if we liked the same colors and drove the same cars?
What if we only had one flag?
What if we called ourselves peacekeepers?
What if we were redundant?
Unnecessary?
What if we were all mimickers and copiers?
What if we all agreed?
How dull family reunions and dinners would be
325.
What If There are No Spiders?
When I was a child, I was afraid
Of that creature a “spider” they said
Its many legs were like ready to clutch
Its creepy mouth seems like ready to catch
Look at the eyes which are hard to read
Don't know where they are going me to lead
Is it to the net which for it is a dwelling?
But a slaughterhouse for any sloppy being?
While the snared dying prey helplessly shook
It drains its flesh & fluids! Look!
What if I'm the one it's gonna eat?
Oh how I tremble at the thought of it!
Good if the catch is a virulent criminal
Or any pest that's violent & lethal
This agent of horror can be like a police
What if there are no spiders or neutralizers of society's disease?
-01/28/2015
(Dumarao)
*Defense of the Animals Collection
What if someone would listen and I could make a difference
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