The Strange One
A boy asked God for a blue sky one night. Only the moon shone. The next day he felt lonely and disappointed. So he took his father's broken phone and tried to call God, nobody answered. So he went to play, when he went to put the broken phone back where it was he saw a text message which read: "Last week I gave you red sunset but you were sleeping. Last month I sent you a blue sky but you were watching television. Yesterday I tried to talk to you but you were listening to music. I had sent a bird to sing you the loveliest song but you were busy caught up in music and missed my orchestral fusion. Right now you are aspiring to be the heights of the infinite horizons, the beauty and depth of the seas. But what you miss is that refuge begins at heart's delight and at home with your family is the place right."
The boy quickly rushed to show his father but then the phone switched off. His parents didn't believe him. He was scolded and told to go to his room... 45 minutes later he saw a blue sky and a hollow opening with red and yellow bright streams... After this awe, stars were aligned in a way that showed pictures, the boy could see distant suns dancing in one motion. What followed was a thunder and whirlwind which brought music unimaginable, see this music he didn't hear with his ears, but the energy field which is his mind and by his crystalline-light-glass soul body . The boy grew up and became a healer and fortune teller and brought much happiness to his community.
Please justify your actions.
Give me some reason, and make it a good one, for what you did.
Did you just feign happiness?
Did you feed me lies that you knew would go straight from my ears to my heart,
Skipping over my head entirely?
What purpose did you have?
And why, now that it's all over, do you insist upon making me feel like the villain?
You refuse to look at me, like I'm Medusa ready to turn you to stone.
But the only look you'll see on my face is a hurt confusion.
The anger went away quickly, and now there's this utterly perplexing hole left behind,
Because I still don't know why.
I know you were happy.
I know you genuinely cared about me, and us.
So what happened?
What broke in your mind, making you run away without so much as a backwards glance ?
Nothing changed until you decided it should.
So give me just one reason, and make it a good one.
My year's been like a rainy day
Full of sadness and gloom
Just dragging on forever
With a hope that flowers will bloom
This month has been a storm
Full of anger, aggression, and hate
With thundering people all around me
That make me feel second-rate
I vaguely remember a time though
When the sun was always out
A time when I could do anything
My head wasn't filled with this doubt
Last week my life was a tornado
Pushing me every-which-way
Spinning, rising, and falling
Quickly leading me astray
Yesterday I could almost see the sun
And the weather was almost warm
Light was peaking from behind some clouds
A calm before another storm....
Today my life was a blizzard
And it chilled me to the bone
Leaving me feeling numb
So numb and so alone...
I miss those summer days...
Before life became so gray
I'm sick of feeling cold and numb
Just wishing for a warm sunny day
Happy as I appear to be,
I wish someone could just read through me.
And get to know the real me.
No one really knows what’s hurting me.
I wish they could see through me.
I know a heart break was the first thing that popped in your mind,
a feeling so unkind.
Sadly, it’s not,
but a feeling that hurts more than you thought.
I m tired of this feeling,
with no signs of healing.
I’m tired of waking up every day,
to bear the same pain,
with no one to explain.
All this has caused darkness which blanked my mind,
leaving me undefined.
But what can I do?
When I can’t break through?
I feel more than broken.
I wish I was outspoken.
I am afraid I’m no longer the girl I used to be.
All the happiness is quickly leaving me.
This feeling is killing me slowly,
and tears can’t stop falling.
Until when will I give a pretentious smile?
If only people could just realize the sorrows in my life.
I wish I could just speak out the truth.
Unluckily it will do more harm than good.
Bootlegged Calypso choristers
Multiplex into octets of Rasta gangbangers
Across Megatropolis' seven neon gates.
Rollerbladers slam righteous heads
With tyrannous decree.
In the foodcourt's hanging garden
Dangling with marbleized blutwurst
Polynices bones are exhumed
By Suburbia's sale scavengers
Against Antigone's Attic wails:
'When the habit of our freedom
Clashes against the dream
Then eternal moral law overrides
The temporal laws of malls and men.
Just pump up the volume and jump.
Permit me to die Sheherazade's death
Reflected in one thousand and one convex mirrors
Where objects are closer than they appear.'
Someone call security!
A teenage girl has jumped from the foodcourt balcony
Joined by her lover, Haemon-- and his mom, Eurydice!
Lament your stupidity, bemoan your misfortune later.
Remove the bodies quickly.
We must not upset the other shoppers.
She stands just so
Afraid to touch
The man in front of her
She touches him briefly
On his warm cheeks
As she reaches for his face
And asks him softly
Are you real
Holding her thus
He traces his smile
With her fingers to feel his joy
That shines from his lips
Yes love I am real
Then moving her fingers
Gently across his lips
Are thine lips for real?
Will we kiss in bliss?
Holding her thus
He kisses each finger
That caresses his lips
Yes, love their real
You have such beautiful eyes
That smile from within
Are they for real
She lightly touches
His lash’s and gasps
He looks upon her face
Her almond shaped eyes
So soft and kind
Her lush tender lips
Just right to kiss
Yes love they are real
These eyes gaze upon her beauty
To memorize each curve
Each wonderful shade
That is hers alone…he sighs with bliss
I am real my love
Tears spring to her eyes
And as the droplets
Cascade down her
Warm tender cheeks
He asks quickly with urgency
Why do you cry?
She blushes feeling suddenly shy
Moreover, tries to smile her best smile
It is all true then dreams do come true
You are my Mr. Right
He smiles softly in her eyes
And sweeps her off her feet
As he kisses her gently on her lips
And whispers in one breathe
Your damn right I am
Nice to meet you Mrs. Right
©Kaila George 2012
My idea, if truth be told
Is a thousand lifetimes old.
Yes, I admit I stole it all,
And I'm feeling almost ten feet tall
As each and every blooming day
Good things just seem to flow my way.
They may tend to bark,
But, clever me, I let them know
How quickly I could pack up shop
And move the firm to Mexico.
There the workers strive with dignity
For their fifty cents a day.
There are no lofty paychecks here.
As long as I can have my way.
Our Dental Plan is rather swell,
And my Employees know it oh so well.
A brand new toothbrush every year,
Makes me so misty I could tear.
My thoughtfulness is quite well known,
'Tis great concern that I have shown,
Improving every life I touch
With brand new brooms and mops and such.
And, aye, I truly do my best.
Nothing arrogant or selfish here.
I strive to build up and invest
These words of wisdom, songs of cheer.
A day or two ago I said
Our Company would trudge ahead
Into the dark and deepest sea
That I prefer financially,
In this wise and wicked industry,
The poor will always envy me.
Although I sometimes tend to fire
More people than I ever hire -
And what is it the wealthy seek?
Beyond their power and ambition,
It is nothing more than mere tradition,
To emulate the self-effacing meek.
We do what wealth will always do
When tempted with such a position,
We reinvent ourselves as new,
And play doctor as a politician.
Copyright © 1996 Richard D. Remler
"And I particularly like the whole thing of being boss.
Boss and employee... It's the slave quality that I find
I can nearly hear your soul
It rumbles like a storm.
I feel it when we collide
It batters me like a hurricane,
Meeting the shore.
You move so quickly that I stumble,
Buffered by the wind you stir up.
No part of you is made from solid ground
You're an intangible being, like the sky.
I pray for a sign, a miracle,
Something to help me handle you.
Yet over and over I return
The helpless child drawn to the flame
Reaching toward familiar fire
Only to feel the same old burn, and shame.
There is no lesson to be learned
It is no life,
But it is mine.
Teens are drinking,
Kids are swearing.
Cities are bombed,
Skin is cut.
Meals get skipped,
Guns get shot.
Hearts get broke,
Tears get shed.
Pills get popped,
Knives get used.
Lives fade away,
Friends get lost,
Virginity is stolen.
Eyes get lined,
Cheeks get blushed.
Hair gets curled,
Lips get lush.
Reality turns to fake,
Dreams turn to reality.
We roll our joy,
And light it quickly.
Well done, society.
walking through the halls
shoulders hunched, head down
books held close
like a shield
or a mask
have to get to class
who would prevent
eyes down, up front
rush in to the room
you are safe