Breath Control

Breath Control

you’re not special.
you’re a pinhead.
maybe i’ll knock
you down, or you.
maybe i won’t
bowl. i’ll blow.

Fairytale

Fairytale

Once, a man told his mother that he was better than her. She asked her son why. He knocked her down. She got up and slapped him. He killed her in a silent rage.

At sunset he raped his sister. He told her to forget her mother ever existed. He married her, named himself King, and surrounded himself with like-minded men.

Time

time

perceive
leave
grieve
why?
souls cry
tears dry

to Day

to Day
Dawns a new day
to live, to give, to play.
Remember long.
Sing anew your song.

Decrepit

Decrepit

Finding Eden wasn’t good enough.
You wanted to breathe all the air
quench your own thirst
be first, last and everyone
in between be seen
without seeing.

Now who will be silent
while you’re being violent?

Opposing Counsel

Opposing Counsel

Dreamer Schemer
Nurturer Breeder
Leader Ruler
Teacher Torturer
Seeker Liar
Creator Opportunist
Lover Pretender

To Do

to do

speak ill
speak truth
speak wise
obstruct lies
use time
chime with nature

Skyline

skyline

Tops of Trees,
framed by Sky
as Dawn approaches
in slippers,
rise from Valley;
circle Heaven.

Summer Morning

Summer Morning

Red Tail Hawks
winging parenthood,
calling from the field
to a nest
touching the sky.

Confession

Confession

Seems like the whole world’s got a groove.
I’m a TikTok voyeur without any moves.
Confession

Seems like the whole world’s got a groove.
I’m a TikTok voyeur without any moves.

Mister

Mister

you insist with your fist;
say you’re right with might;
demonstrate love with a shove.

i sigh.
i can’t remember why.

Court of Love

#CourtofLove

#lookinthemirror
when you point
and yell.
#listen.

#iartg #dailypoem #rumination

Court of Love

Court of Love

using my trust
to punish me
is criminal.
the sentence
is silence.

Middleman

Middleman

he pours salt and offers a drink,
dumps sugar and thinks
you’re fat; he’s got a pill for that,
sprinkles mystery dust;
pays the piper for your trust;
offers you his potion
with the notion it’s good for you,
the thing to do.

Pretend Friend

Pretend Friend

i’m not your task.
i didn’t ask for advice.
yours isn’t nice,
your life rife
with whys and lies.
go away.
i’m not gonna make your day.

to Future

to future

it is now, now.
it was now before.
it will be now soon.
we can hang out
when i don’t know
it’s now anymore.

to Now

to Now

what’s done is done
what’s heard is the old word
i say i do
i dwell with you
kiss your face
take my place at your table
keep your stable

to Cunning

to Cunning

there was never anyone so clever.
your tongue lashes while
your hand writes lies.
your finger points while
you claim to be wise, and exempt.
you turn trust into a sword
that serves the Law raw.
Lord of Contempt.

to Dissemble

to Dissemble

you pull my plug and ring
my silent bell in Hell,
tell me to yield to formless fear,
and feeling fraudulent,
cuz i’m a tower.
your hour has passed.

to the Message

to the Message

ink paint piano stage,
i’m showing my age:
the medium
is a verb now

What It Is

What it Is

eternally
NOW
always never
enough somehow

to Love

to Love

the last one standing.
you haven’t conquered anything.
you never even tried.
you’ll just endure to the end,
won’t you.
and nothing else
ever has mattered.

to Be

to Be

i was not made
to be laid
down without
a sound, move along
before singing my song.

to-Then

to Then
i am God in my head,
directing with dread.
humidity oppresses me with memory.
rain washes away pain.
thunderstorms are the norm
until i say sunshine.
these thoughts are mine.
but, who am i, Then?

to Matriarchy

to Matriarchy

i look forward to my non-existence
being the fruit of my orchard,
a taste, sweet and juicy,
on un-kissed lips,
shaping words of
Love and Freedom.

Cronedom

Cronedom

imma witty witch
holy hag
crowned crone,
plays flute with birds
keeps company with words
gardens on a hill top;
won’t stop.

to Jaw

to Jaw

Your hinges screech for un-cried tears;
they strain against the irons of fear,

answers to rhetorical questions.

You have freedom of speech if you dare.
I’ll change my game, but take care;
the world’s the same.

to my Head Ghost

to my Head Ghost

you come to bend
my nerves to the end
to tend my
multi-dimension tension
scream the obscene
truth that you feel
trying to be real
with your host.

New Notes

New Notes

my son asked me if
i would know what he meant if
he said “mood.”
so, no. i didn’t know.
i had just told him that
i don’t like confrontations.
he explained that it’s like saying
“that’s relatable.”
yeah, i’m not the only one.
i could say that too.

to Family

to Family

We
pass things on
worn, torn by
what happens,
heap improvised
stories onto fresh
hope, dope
jagged edges
looking over ledges
to the horizon.

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