Praying for Words

A long and arduous journey…getting to the bottom of words.

those that are remembered

those that I have written down

those jumbled in sleepy positions…only to waken us with cold sweat.

One has to be curious…have my sentences…changed my world?

I pitch a tent, repeatedly, at the godforsaken, blasphemous, bolted door.

But words never take off her shoes…

she never promises to stay.

My words rush out in a horribly, organized, chaotic…state.

Massive…this war on word!

I shove letter upon letter onto an empty, paper plate.

And, my compromised, composition, kneels shoulder to shoulder at the church of lost faith.

to What Women Say

I believed in what was said

Thou I wished I accepted less of everything

This book of gospel seeping into rabbit holes

Trifle left accept gritty, grains of falsehood

Reeling from inclement pavement

Reeling from obedient hearsayfeet on the beach

My becoming, a clay footprint, fragile, breakable when placed upon such an erroneous display

My first impression out…

A caged animal sedated nonetheless alert

Second step…

casting the shackles away

to which I held the original key…to what women say

 

 

Illness

She stared directly into the sun!  Soon thereafter, she fell ill for a brief period of time.  This illness…to her, abstract…obscure.  Difficult to witness.  Hard to bear.  

And, though I struggled with my own sense of reality!

Pain is pain.  

Pain is never done.

In my own reality…’who had I been to judge?’

 

Passing Judgment

What is the proof in dying for a cause

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For because, because

What of the keepers of infamy, infinity and well-oiled decency

Just droplets of water to a parched leaf

Careful carelessness bound with caring

a solidarity planning for legacy

Once I held a martyr in my hand

Once she faded away

Once, nothing, absolutely, nothing, turned out as plannedimageedit_42_2621378161

the Seeker

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Come Tomorrow…

Seeker:

What is love?

 

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Lama:

Love is the complete absence of judgment!

 

Seeker:

 

What is hate?

Lama:

Just open your window…and, you will see!

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