Tag: truth

One. Truth


She wrote
her feelings on her sleeve
before hitting the stage
and gave it to me
for safe keeping
The applause continues
.. much longer than expected
I still have her sleeve
though I dare stretch it out
She is still that person
who trusts
knowing that her guard
is always on point
even if not by her side
She writes
what’s to be read about her
She writes
and directs her audience
But I, I have her sleeve

Damn, You told the truth


They all had passes
along with their free thinking
Gods meant nothing to them
until they needed a change

PC went out with the trash
like the first computer did
Somewhere, there is one still out there
about to be crushed and recycled

Corporations flourish
at the sake of a mere opportunity
for the already gone
Grabbing stones to encircle their grave

Yet, only one remains supreme
because of default
Crazy isn’t just Crazy
just junk before drinking the juice

Letting the truth be told
feelings will be hurt
once the death toll hits home
But, it’s already happened

They’re dead, too

Do You Have To See, To Know?


Where should I stand
for You to see Me?
How loud do I have to Be
for You to feel my glee?

What designer must I wear
to be taken seriously?
What part of Me must I tear
for You to sense My depth immensely?

Who should I emulate
in order to be compared?
Who’s face should I resemble
to prove I have a real dimple?

When will be the best time
to take Dr. Seuss out of rhyme?
When should I expect
my actions to be of derilect?

Why am I considered racist
just because I’ve never had a facelift?
Why can’t I raise my fist
if I want to make the good list?

How can I make You see
if at first You can’t believe?
How can your senses be covered
when You had nine months to be mothered?

Again, until We meet


The Dog knew it was Man’s Best Friend

He made his life worthwhile

as they aged, the Dog aged faster

And, as the Man aged, He ran slower

Their connection lasted through death

Protection then came by dreams

He knew He had taught Him well

Then, when His time was up

He no longer dreamed alone

Waiting patiently on the outside

With His lights so bright,

His best friend jumped into His arms

without jumping

As if guided by a leash,

He led Him into forever

Again

 

I died Again


I died Again.

I died again
Last night
And then, Again
Today
Every time I close my eyes
I can’t see
until I open them
Again
And then
I don’t want to
I don’t want to have to
imagine what life would be
could be
without the use of my hands,
Legs, feet, tongue, ears
minus the butterflies inside my head
Minus what they call a brain
I don’t want to be insane
But, I can’t keep my eyes
still

Just say, “No.”


When I ask your feelings
about something I did,
Humor me, then
Don’t abuse me

Don’t let me feel
I am doing it right, when I am not
It’s like laughing
without sound.  Poking at me

If I ask you your opinion,
make me feel like you’re staring right at me    
Let me see the truth
before your smile becomes a wall  

If pleasure never finds you,
How long will you ever stay?

Words are never meaningless,
as long as the right action is taken

The Old Man Has a Date


After 74 years
No sign of a shower, though it may rain outside.
He can’t play like a child. The Ex took that away.

After the first encounter,
He never understood his errors. Even his housemates
succumb to his bullying tactics. Onto the next write-off.

Number Four calls him a stalker. He thinks it’s Love
And he is going to make her Love Him. Then, the airmail
breeds fire, brimstone, and handcuffs.

A new resolution calls for a different religious book.
God will bring him the perfect mate. He sees them all as
Perfect. They don’t want to see him anymore. The Ex gave him that.

The Ex took control.
Even after the divorce, now he feels free. He lies to himself
as his prayers go up, over, and out. She knows the truth and so does He.

The Ex took control.
He thought she was happy, after four kids. The Church pitted them.
The Church fitted them. Who or What does she hate more? She lives her truth.

43 years with the same person who wore pants.
He says it was out of Love. She wanted out and got out. Laugh, she does.
74 and trying to court the wrong religion.

Silent Bombs


Sleep through it all
Awaken to the aftermath
Don’t speak when You hear fear
Talk over the chaos
Turn away from the truths
Make up your own lies 
Carry a black Bible
Recite scriptures from memory
Send tots to school
Force them to believe You

Vote the way others do
Don’t bother knowing why
What a beautiful family tree
The difference between a snake and a bumble bee   
Own a TV
Tune out reality
Claim to give selflessly
Close doors to needy and not greedy
You know what fails
Instead You keep it pale