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The butterflies stopped chasing me
once I told them I ran out of honey,
and the bumblebees offered to sting me
if I'd give them more of my money.
Today was fun, right?
Or was that yesterday?
I lit up my hair like an orange purple sunset,
and I rubbed down my arms with lotions and creams,
but it wasn't until I tried eating bologna backwards
that I ever really noticed how much I hated steam.
Where is the daffodil I left by the counter?
Did you take it? Did I?
Where is the lemon drop I dropped in the garbage?
Did the man come and steal that too?
Yogurt and daydreams were made for skies like those,
and simpler answers would work to this tougher problem.
My mother used to scold me for leaving a mess,
and would wag her finger with a promise:
"One day you'll have a house to clean of your own,
and you'll understand all my troubles with this!"
The message came at exactly nine-thirty last night. He spoke with tears in his words
Winded TimeThe winds of change blow softly
through open panes and doors,
and little sparks of wonder
do scurry 'cross our floors.
Will morrow bring the answers
to questions still not asked,
when daylight meets the treetops
and sparrows are unmasked?
If darkness will not help us,
and moonlight shines too dim,
there's hope still in our dreaming,
within the pillow's whim.
Our slumber may not ease us,
or take away this pain,
but time itself will comfort,
and sorrow too will wane.
The Binder, The Turtle, and The RavineOn the last day of tests, the last day of his senior year of high school, Joshua went on a hike. It wasn't a walk of thoughtfulness, or even an opportunity for celebration apart from everyone else. No, this day had a purpose, and his walk was as much need as it was determination, as much purpose as it was pursuit. One locale waited for him up ahead, and one final destination was now just minutes away.
The little turtle had been wandering. Some vegetation off to his south had always looked appealing, even though his elders often warned him when he was young to stay far away from that area. "There's danger there you cannot see," they'd said. "The food to be found there is just not worth it to reach."
Joshua could see the end of the path now far up ahead, closing in fast. It beckoned to him just as he beckoned to it. This was the last day of high school as he'd always imagined it to be: hot, boring, stupid, and pointless. Only co
My pace these daysFrenzied by choice,
confused at times,
but managing well
overall. And my whines
won't get me anywhere
anyway. I'm moving now
I have no idea how
much time I'll have left.
I'm my own secret kept.
The ZitzesHer mother and I hadn't spoken in two years. It was just one of those lulls in life when no one died, no one got married, and no other event brought us together in the same place and time. Kaley was my firstborn, and she was blessed with all her mother's brains, but thankfully none of her mother's bad habits. Her graduation from the university was imminent for four years now, and as each day ticked forward closer to the date, I knew it also meant I'd see her mother again.
We'd created an effective invisible protector shield from each other the past few years, neither of us ever having to see the other, all thanks to Kaley. She hated it all, of course, but the only thing she hated more than seeing us apart was seeing us together.
Once the 16th arrived, I did everything I could to stay locked up in my hotel room, the fear of God--and Kim--keeping me from any needed convenience store runs the day or two before the ceremony. It was bad enough we'd be seated in
Just In CaseShe reached for her mirror beside the stack of books, and began the ritual. Check the eyes, check the ears, check the face, check the hair. Looking decent enough for the kitchen made no sense, but she always felt it best, just in case. Just in case someone watched her through the kitchen window, or her doorbell rang at 7:30 in the morning, or any number of improbable circumstances. I must always be presentable.
Setting the mirror back down carefully, she breathed out a sigh of acceptance, a promise to make this day more special than the last. Pulling aside the bedspread, she slid her legs out, and moved her feet comfortably into her slippers.
The coffee seemed to make itself, the way she moved so quickly around the kitchen, not even thinking any more of where the various parts were hidden away. The filters, the coffee, the sugar, and the cream. In just a few minutes' time, her toast was up and her coffee poured.
She sat dow
yangBeneath the pretty stars,
are not-so-pretty nights,
a triumph for the darkness,
the source of all our frights.
A sunbath for some color
or warmth on summer's day
can burn and it can blister,
bring cancer too our way.
The pills can ease the ache
and please your hurting frame,
but addiction hides inside,
an evil just the same.
The good we see above us
and all around our lives
comes to us with warnings,
reminds of our demise.
Danger lurks with promise,
and pleasure needs its cane,
in each demon is an angel,
in each angel, there is pain.
little bigLittle people, all are we,
dancing through this land,
moving, floating happily,
holding hand in hand.
Little daydreams, little might,
wishes for our lives,
little ways we chase the light,
little means and tries.
All are we, the little ones,
searching all our days,
little humans, little suns,
shining big new ways!
Easter, 2014I rose from bed this morning
expecting of the day,
a dreary-eyed wondering
of all that comes my way.
I'm lifted from my sleeping,
and woken from my dreams,
walking through the open roads
in sunlight and moonbeams.
I live again in promise,
another day to face,
another way to live this life,
to yearn and smell and taste.
Resurrected in the light
of everything I've learned,
I'm breathing in my second chance,
reborn again, returned!
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
A Rainy PlaceWandering roads that branch so I can never see
Where the path I choose will likely carry me
Then comes the fear
As apprehension looms above
Like the cloud I am always victim of
Driest days are still enough to make me drown
Happy plays go on in side my little crown
But always in
To show these thoughts enlightening
Speed up the coming derailing
Conclusions crash from up above
To think my mind was stronger stuff
A paper boat
In sea that grows around my feet
The longer I wait with all the thoughts I keep
Mask the way with rain as paved paths taper on
The traveller who must be gone
Then comes the pain
How I cannot be one of them
Who takes a gamble on a whim
Yesterday was long before the one I made
I forget how many of them passed the same
My will is only weakening
Come future I will not be able swimming
Earth to break from where I stand as water falls
Wash the state lethargic I am victim of
Unable to move
Even when all offered it slowly takes
With nothing left I will not wake
Stone HeartStone Heart
From Heart of Stone by Akela-Nakamura
A heart lost blood long ago
From flesh it turned to stone
It could not know the love we feel
So it lay in a dead chest alone
A heart of stone cannot feel
The love that lies all around
It cannot express that same love
If one day that love is found
CureI know that it may not be fair,
but please make no mistake ...
The cure can be its own disease
and just as hard to take.
Balancing the consequences,
just to stay on top
of yet another losing battle
that seems to never stop.
Earth's Edge BluesI went to the kitchen but you were not there,
I went to the kitchen but you were not there.
I guess you left to find that sweet somewhere.
I went to the porch and called your name,
I went to the porch and called your name.
All I saw were moon and stars, what a shame.
I called your phone and heard a message,
I called your phone and heard a message.
Your voice said, gone to find the earth’s far edge.
I went to the bedroom but it was empty,
I went to the bedroom but it was empty.
Hard to know what got you tempted.
Kitchen, porch and bedroom, all too small,
Kitchen, porch and bedroom, all too small.
If you find the edge, well, please don’t fall.
Life, ObservedStarted: 9:45 PM
Stepping forward almost
walking further back,
wishing by the meadow
of Father's nearest track,
I lept among the flowers,
and danced with lily minds,
the way my mother taught me,
the brightest, sweetest kinds.
Sun upon my forehead
and grass beneath my toes,
I walked through lands of daydreams
and watched as water flowed.
Two kinds of people watched me,
two meanings made my day
a kind of silent testing
in every sort of way.
I moved along the corner,
and danced along the fence
where fireflies and honeybees
made magic quite immense.
And all along the noontime
and all throughout the night,
I learned the birth of nature
and breathed the ray of light.
Two kinds of people watched me,
two souls unknown to me,
the ones I thought I knew
and ones I couldn't see.
Finished: 9:49 PM
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