Archive for May, 2014

Death of oneself be

more feared-

by Cowards- than death

of one who is near and dear.

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Fortune

Posted: May 25, 2014 in Poetry
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Fortune- in Reality-

favors not just the Brave,

but those with Wit enough

to regard the Grave.

 

I cherish this moment:

when the wind rolls in

with floral perfume,

when the grass bends-

as if in genuflection- and ripples,

when the birds warble

and their chirps burst like bubbles

and their piccolo-bones sound

their ascent,

when the children’s laughs echo

and fill emptiness where the birds and wind cannot,

when the trees seem to be carved rocks,

and their buds burst into bloom like fireworks,

when the flowers split into color and scatter

adding new shades with the buds of the trees.

This moment is

exquisitely orchestrated.

Often Niceties

disguise the Truth-

sweetened Words leave

nothing Absolute.

What dreams have I- locked-

in some yellowing Scroll-

that Others will discover- nod-

or- ignore Them- all-

 

It’s with everyone.

It’s worse with you.

 

Some disconnect between

brain and tongue and larynx,

syllables stack onto each other,

come out as just sounds.

 

There are little to no words

in my brain, blackness is it.

Being near you short circuits my speech.

 

I’m always searching for an answer

or reply with strangers.

You’re not a stranger,

you just make me feel strange.

 

I can’t think of anything to say,

though I want to be witty,

I want to sound smart.

 

My mouths opens and closes

like I’m imitating a fish. I turn red.

 

It’s with everyone.

It’s the worst with you.

If I could spread my Arms

and embrace the Land:

the Hills- Fields- Mountains-

Forests both small and grand-

 

I would then hold

a Treasure unknown

by so many- though-

It has always- been.