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I'm sitting on the tongue of a wild beast--
The red rasp stained like concrete when children scape their knees.
I can't fall. I know I can't fall again,
because I'm terrified to see the bones underneath--
REPETITION
When you're
young, you
think you
have all
the answers.
As you
grow older,
you stumble
upon the
right questions.
Can I hear one?
A real one for just once.
A poem about our children,
and why they need healing from their parents decisions.
Suggestive of a Song
What one has loved with youthful infatuation,
what one has admired with childlike captivation;
There's something different about todayMaybe I'm the only onewho'll notice itbut it's better than nothing
Rolling up, almost past the barrier.
Stop!
Brakes Squeal and cars jerk in place.
Stop!
My heart beat is still in a race!
Stop!
I stand on the edge of a cliff
the roar of the waves beneath me
and stare into the night sky
it is raining now
I scream into the void
all of the pain of the past
I give it up to the ocean and sky
I noticed you,
Walk with her this morning,
Hand in hand
She’s very pretty,
Match your own beauty
Who is she?
Is she the last person you think,
Before you go to sleep?
A comfort zone prevents transition
No alteration being made to an ambition
Locked up in a desolated cell
While months turn into years
Only when a lion is poked and prodded
does it turn and roar.
Only when a whisper is spat on and silenced
does it turn into a scream.
Only when a life is faced with death
does it become meaningful.
Remember when you broke your right hip?
It came as a shock to me.
There you were, the picture of health,
And only eighty three.
Of course, you were most disgruntled.
I want to say thank you
For showing me how to love,
But more importantly
How to give
Without an ulterior.
I want to say thank you
She had everything.
Never having to to think
because her actions were bought.
but the only thing she ever wanted,
was the thing she never got.
How she begged and fought,
1…2…3…
1…2…3…
Will you sing for me
Sing me a song where
The lyrics hold me tight
Will you write for me
Write me a poem that
Makes fun of my dreams
1…2…3…
It follows us, mockingly
Ever remembering
Persistent, a most ruinous companion
It’s funny, isn’t it?
Our past
And this little game we play
I feel drops of water on my thigh
Is it raining? No
I could hear it hitting down hard
Sobbing, heaving, choking
Is it raining? No
The sounds are coming from me
Balled up on my bed
Picked thin from all the wait, all the hands that
Got gnarled before they could reach out—
Or, even worse, hurt somebody.
And Sydney’s wearing a dress with yellow flowers.
I am a Photograph
I am the slip of paper on the top shelf,
The blotch of color in between slabs of plastic,
The secret behind glass.
I am the beginning, and I am the end of every tale.
Still in the field.
Bouncing up and down.
Looking back to the left and right.
Darn! Twine broke again, get the gear.
Dear Beautiful,
How can I say that I lived enough if I didn't know who you was
You entered my life like a tour bus
So I chased you and this time it'll be the two of us
This is a new year and a new me
Join this, apply for that
make a decision but don't look back.
Be remembered, do your best
make all A's and beat the rest.
If you fail, you'll be stressed
wearing a sence of defeat, you'll be dressed.
His hands: always soft and gentle as if he’s unsure if what they’re doing is okayHis hands: the way mine are drawn to them like a magnetHis eyes: deep and filled with emotions I s
consider falling
and how little it is considered
once it has begun;
consider the notion
of spiraling downwards
without the fear of being young;
consider our hearts,
Why do we fear thunder?
Thunder can’t hurt you
It’s just a sound.
Why do we fear gunshots?
Gunshots can’t hurt you
They’re just a sound.
Why do we fear screaming?
Blindfolded, we enter the world.
Eighteen years with only the wisdom of our parents
On our back,
Lacking that which education had promised.
Has promised.
On our future coffee tables lie
What happened to us?
It used to be all about waving, gallantly streaming, nice, shiny patriotic ideals,
but now it's all about grabbing.
We grab fame, power, people, countries.
A walk through Washington D.C. would be incomplete
Without a stop at a trickling fountain -
The object of a thousand dreams
And pennies flicked up high,
Like the work of our forefathers
I was a latent volcano with lust to erupt
only I didn’t know it, the sides of my mouth
curling upwards in grotesque clown grins
Me that / powerful noun we / use to express the one person
Me / the one person who will listen to /
Me that / lovely word we / see as our escape to be free
Me / the kid who can see / what i need to be /
I’m Without,
Won’t You Help Me Succeed,
I Have No Time,
But A Place To Be,
As Sure As My Duty,
I’ve Forgotten My Key,
My confidence swells as I realize,
I am better than ever to those amber, brown eyes.
They widen as I draw near,
Everything but inferior,
In her presence I feel
Tell me, brother, what do I do with a broken soul?
Tell me, sister, why is sadness all I know?
Tell me, father, why do I feel so alone?
Tell me, mother, how do I make a frail heart whole?
I don't like your parties
I don't like your alcohol
But I guess I'd rather be here than not at all.
I don't like her
I don't like the way she stares
Cause I don't think I can compare.
The page screams out
A faintly blinking blank screen in front
Of the pale face of the writer.
She stares with list
Disappointment at her failure to subsist on the great words of those
Be told you are smart,
Be told you are strong,
Be told you will be loved,
Be told that you will live forever,
and watch the lies drip down,
into the sink,
into the drain,
and smile,
Ordinary.
Is what we are without all the excess
Is what the world looks like day to day
I have a lifetime ahead of me
But all I can think about
Are those few hours I spent with you
Closer than ever
wrapped up, lost in sheets together
I have a lifetime ahead of me
I don't ask for much,
I don't expect much either,
Not from you anyway,
All I really want
Need
From you is
Your acceptance.
Am I asking too much?
Because you're making it
Seem so.
I wish I knew the exact moment,
So I could mark it in my calendar,
And count down the days,
On both hands and feet.
See I've been doing my best,
But I'm running out of appendages,
Shouts from every direction
He stands there repeating
Repetition Repetition
Quit he say
But do they LISTION
What is control
What is this room really for
She had a Janere cat with fat and iggly paws
and every time he spoke, he flashed his great white jaws.
When I was your age,
The sky was purple
The geese were green and flew home for winter.
When I was your age,
The sun set blue
and rose from the watery deep and vibrant maroon.
When I was your age,
Theology twisted, robbing the poor
Sick religions have the saints misunderstood
U.S. economy in it for self
Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge
But graduated from a top Ivy League college
A girl walks the perfect road
Sun shining bright like always
Day after day
Sadness does not exist
For she knows not what it is
She continues to walk this perfect road
Do you think the politics matter?
Do you think that whoever takes the big chair will determine if your family is fed tomorrow?
