A few months ago I was taken back by the fierceness of those who I thought were congenial people. I learned otherwise tempered minds absolutely turn into werewolves, hunt down victims and chew flesh, spit out venom like snakes in the grass. Whoever gets killed by their egos, beast or baby, matters not.
I will not mention names as neither matters. Fame comes at a cost and humanity always loses out. I do not care how eloquent your words are when you brandish people with coal-hot iron. I do not care if you turn the heads of men. Or women.
Give me a humble quilt before a bejeweled cloak. Better yet, leave me cold on the street in sackcloth. I will atone for your sins too.
Ever so alone in the world
years into days,
days on end a blur.
Time to dig the earth
find the roots of torment
as people weave within,
rattle my soul.
How does one understand truth? Truth was set in stone long ago. The greatest of commands, to love. Peace of mind blooms with watered intentions of serving others. Do not murder. Do not plant false lies. Do not appear as love with malice for others in your heart. Find your sixth sense and do not be fooled easily.
Often when we are hurt, our initial reaction is retaliation. The anger burns hot inside. Emotional self-discipline circumvents such reactions. I consider myself in-training. To find strength a cure.
Being honest but peaceful and forgiving paves a long road home with hope. Sometimes walking away, when possible, is best. Remembering to breathe.
So what has been going on? So much!!! Sitting under a poetry mentor. Restructuring old poetry and finding myself. Taking piano lessons. Working on Mozart and Tchaikovsky pieces.
I start a new volunteer position in a women’s homeless shelter directing an art therapy group in mid-June. After i take a solo travel trip to Nantucket.
The daily weather is cooperating so tending to my new garden in Harvard Massachusetts. It has been almost a year that we moved to the Boston area. Busy picking up sticks winter strewn about the yard and wondering where to station a summer writing cabin. The best of my days are spent sitting atop prospect hill, watching the sunsets.
I hope to be able to spend more time here at WP. I do hope.
The year 2018 is locked away. The key, fiery hot, so as not to entice people to hold on. Look back.
I look forward to 2019. My prayer focuses on the war of words, which has reached a feverish pitch. I honestly hope people’s superiority complexes does not burn down houses; leave room to erect new powers and diminish freedoms.
I smell the fires burning and there is little relief. In our condemnation, humanity in one fell swoop, dresses outlandish lies with mixed-up truths.
Seems to me
as we slowly decline,
we beat around the bush,
contemplate how to survive.
Generations realize this drift,
on a sail-less boat,
the cloth wrapped around our bleeding hearts,
words confessed on bended knees,
misses the sliver in private eyes.
Same old, same old story.
The beginning is the end.
The terror in other’s minds now belongs to us.
Realize hungry is, as was,
and nothing eaten ever satisfies.
Measure our words against ourselves
need I stand upon a soapbox,
add my rhetorict to humanity’s misery?
As ash buries the smoldering coals
are we aware we are wandering,
found among the lost pile of civility?
All those details in life… begging feedback. I am so unsure of myself. My glasses either need adjusting or my self-esteem could use a boost. Perhaps a week, sunning on Florida sands, lapping up the beams of light, will readjust my outlook.
I wonder, will a halo appear above my head? Or maybe I am forever destined to carry a pitchfork with me, to crumble the ice surrounding my heart.
My thoughts triumphant… they scarcely tell the true story of the conscience. I am not sure i would take the dare to display the rocks tumbling in my stomach. Beauty is fleeting.
Yesterday taught me a lesson. Simplify. Everything. Until I realize I’ve let go of everything I believed in. Even the mountains crumble. Their majestic prowess is destined to fall. Pride is best kept humble.
So those cravings? I let them go too. To wonder how he is doing, too sacred to know.
something -draws me in -cool breath -kissed cheek -cant speak -you or me -not gone -not here -vows given and mistakes made -this game -God forgives -i break the chains -torn mind -blame shame -my heart entwined -two masters -damned life -rewind the reel -see the thrill -sit at Your feet -hear Your voice speak -my soul twirl, twirl, twirls.
ever met her
bitch who flicked
her wagging tongue
she wouldn’t know
if the blessed one
as she scratched
her way to the top
she pissed in the mouth
of the man
more manly than she
will ever be
he held his thoughts -secretly
as a shield against her bitter
and stored venom
against her stupid
he hung from the rope
her tied thoughts around his brow
as she beat him
the feathered crow
someday, she will learn
his timid soul
she ever needed in life