Friday, September 29, 2017

Whoever She May Be

I haven't come across a landscape
with a beauty that took my breath away. . .

I'm too busy holding my breath
over the fur on a bee's back.

Thinking  how,
if I were
a little smaller,
or he bigger-

I might have him
in my living room
brushing pollen
from his fur.

Teaching him to talk
like a parrot,
or fetch like Fido.

Thinking if I were smaller,
how each blade of grass
would be a tree to me.
My yard a vast forest
of various leggy creatures
and crawly things.

Oh, and don't forget those wings.

But if he were bigger,
most would worry
he had a stinging intent to kill.

His majesty liquidated.
Reduced to a beast with venom,
who will do anything
to protect his queen.





Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Spare Yourself

If you're facing a friendship
with a user or abuser;

It's important to keep in mind
that forgiveness may be a single step away.

Forgiveness doesn't erase
the things they've done
or may do in the future.

It eases the pain and malice
in your heart toward that person
and their wrongdoings.

However, what seems to be
a harsh consequence of their actions.

Might be the end of a relationship.

Because you can forgive without
allowing the use or abuse to continue.





Wednesday, September 20, 2017

George in an Empty Nutshell

He sunk his claws deep within,
for a long time I could feel them
dragging, and buried in my skin.

Wherever did he go?
Nix me needing to know.
No I don't miss him so.

I'm done letting him use me as if
I'm a broken toy to pull spare parts from.

How many parts can he pull
until I become empty?

The worst part is that he filled me
with the broken parts of his own machine.

In the places I had;
happiness- he replaced with nervousness,
strength with crisis, trust with doubt,
peace with pain, love with fear and apathy. . .

And the list goes on and on.

It took a prodigy to lift those parts from me,
to apologize for the past.

Whatever it brought my way.

Even if blameless,
the prodigy choose to share
the good parts of itself with me.

We'd bare the burden of the bad with each other.

Fixing; worry with self-esteem,
disarray with deliverance, dread with faith,
trouble with security, angst and coldness with compassion.

I hope.

Maybe one day he'll find a prodigy of his own,
instead of stripping the fortune away from others.






Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Some Words Should Be Wasted

Enraged
he asked the world,

"Who taught you to hate yourself?"

My question is,
in what moment did we make it okay?

With enough worry focused on
our loss of free speech over
someone else's diffidence.

Who taught you it was okay
to hate yourself despite
what anyone else had to say?

What happened to designating
your own opinions?

And what happened to keeping some silent?

Anyone with an intention to be so obnoxious
with their words toward you.

Should have a sentiment
worth it's weight in your eyes.