understanding

What It Is

I feel like every single thing is like a mind game,  played and laid out for me

I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see

 

What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?

Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?

 

I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon

What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong

 

and now there is blood all over my hand

But I have no idea why, I just don't understand

 

This is a complication called the human mind

Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind

 

To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame

For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame

 

Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose

It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.

 

So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor

I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door

 

And you can echo your goodbyes

as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..

I Have an Unknown Friend

I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky

Why I question him, I do not know why

I should not go to look for him, they say

But I know he'll want to look for me someday

I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep

I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep

But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake

Alone again, to find an answer for my sake

I take another step foward, for this I will fight

Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light








What is Okay?

Tell me, is it ever really "Okay?"

At times I wish I could disappear, away from the day.

 

Tell me, was it really all a mystery?

Or was I really something plagued by history?

Judge me, try to reason my scars,

Yet, were you there for  my unreasonable wars?

 

Did you ever set foot in my shoes?

Taken account of what brings the blues?

 

Tell me, does it really matter?

If I was any more the sadder?

Perhaps it's just my business, only my trouble.

Not another place to intrude into my bubble.

I'll solve my self alone, and myself alone only

Not for you to break my silence, maybe tonight, I'd just like to be lonely.

 

Blame my shortcomings for my scars if you dare.

For me, it just occurred, the past isn't something I ever chose to wear.

The Trip

Lets go! They cannot keep us
From what we own!
Were lost for days
Treading a thousand thoughts!
Wait! Stop!
Everyplace is a house we then realize
Stop worrying, please come take a seat! 
Theres thousands!
Follow me through all of these doors!
This place is strange, this place is gray, miserable chain!
We need to get away!
where are we? We've been out here all damn day!
Well never find the secret!
Dont you miss us?
That girl, she knew where I was.
She located me because of my eyes.
I got you something you never even wanted
You were so thankful to the gesture and I saw
The intention went right through you
Please! Its only us!
None of it is real!
We exist to keep eachother real for now.
Maybe even later.
Lost ones found. 
 

skilled verbiage

 

 

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a beggar's 

 

poor choice

 

rolls him 

 

gently from 

 

curb to 

 

gutter

 

as the wealthy

 

roll over

 

in interest.

 

*

 

cutting words

 

spoken with 

 

compassion

 

like an ice pic,

 

hold the gentle,

 

subtle power,

 

to leave cracks 

 

like fault lines

 

in ignorance

 

left from

 

frigid,

 

ancestral

 

insights.

 

 

 

 

5:23 AM 8/4/2013 ©

 

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 
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And They Told Me I Was Catholic

 

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(vvv photo not my creation vvv)

 

I was born in America,

Began driving at 18,

A year beyond the usual age of 17,

And somehow I missed the reasoning

Behind the pedestrian crossing sign 

In my 'Driver's Education' studies.

 

I passed the test with flying colors,

And never really gave it a thought

Because I knew what the sign meant,

And so I was able to abide by it,

Despite the fact 

That I really didn't understand it.

 

One day, I was in the passenger's seat

Of my sister's car, she was driving,

We passed a pedestrian crossing sign

And I said, "Why is that sign like that?

It never really made any sense to me."

I was about 28 years old by this time.

 

She says, "What do you mean?"

I said, "PED-Exing? Why does it say that?"

She said, "It stands for 'pedestrian crossing'"

I still didn't get it. I sat there too embarrassed 

To ask, but then couldn't take the curiosity 

Any longer.

 

I said, "Where do you see the 'crossing' on it?"

She said, "The 'X'?... it's a cross, made into an 'X'?"

I was beside myself! I couldn't believe that 

Something so up-in-my-face had hidden from me 

All those years!!

I began to look at life more seriously

Ever since that day.

 

I know I can never go back to the days

Of when I saw that 'ped exing' sign in that way

Prior to understanding about it,

But it will always have meaning for me

Because it taught me the power 

Symbols can have for us, and over us.

 

And I believed it.

 

6:22 PM 7/20/2013 ©

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cross

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Symbols and symbolism.

Things Change

Once I was privileged

I had enough to get by

More than enough to get high

I was raised and taught to always try

 

Then things changed

All of a sudden, I was broke

I felt different from other folk

But to the rest, I was just a joke

 

But then I found love

I was never alone

Always had my girl on the phone

She was closer to me than a clone

 

Then things changed

Suddenly I became jaded

Requited love became belated

What I once adored, I soon hated

 

But then I found friends

I had the most tight-knit crew

The family you choose, that much is true

They kept me blushing when I felt blue

 

Then things changed

Friends became failed relationships

Our bonds cracked like frostbitten lips

Our foundations shakier than belly-dancer hips

 

But then I found myself

For once in my life I felt alright

No drama to deal with, no battles to fight

I smiled in the mirror to my delight

 

Then things changed

I got so angry, I was always pissed

My mirror became bad luck after it met my fist

So I dug a reflective shard inches into my wrist

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Practice makes perfect

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I Understand More Than You Are Aware Of

If it's no to the god pod, and no tc,

It is you who will choose,

Your own destiny,

To be with thugs.

And then wonder and whine,

And feel 'unworthy' of my hugs,

You've made this prison in your mind.

 

Going south will be certain,

You'll find more of the same,

Don't be surprised,

If you get caught in their game,

If you really want changes,

For the good in every way,

Make up your mind,

To stand on firmer ground today.

 

Stand on your own,

Face what's inside,

There is nothing wrong,

With wanting to hide,

When all is against you,

And when not one gives a care,

Maybe things will be clearer,

For your soul then to bare.

 

You cannot blame anyone,

We all get what we ask,

If you make the wrong choice,

It's not mine, but your a**.

 

Others are doing,

What you claim can't be done,

It isn't impossible,

It's just not going to be 'fun'.

 

Don't try to make excuses,

That any of this is for my protection,

Cause there's too many people,

Holding up my true intentions.

 

 

 

5:34 PM 6/25/2013 ©

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Understanding comes from a willingness to understand, and being able to see the forest for the trees, and not just what you want to see. This poem is about something I am being made to deal with due to a situation beyond my control.

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Heart to Heart

Folder: 
Protection

I have a heart that’s made of stone

Because you cannot live on love alone

If you want my love

You will have to etch your name

On a heart that no one wants to claim

Once I had a heart of gold

But it’s since been changed to fit the mold

Of a selfish world and a tragic past

A world where gold would never last

Then you came with a heart of fire

Blazing flames climb ever higher

The heart of stone can feel its glow

And stone becomes like melting snow

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