fixing a shattered mirror is easier than fixing a shattered person,
trust me I've tried fixing myself,


it didn't work.

(i.s.)

Sometimes some of the best decisions are taken without much thinking and planning...they are much more instinctive in nature.

There is no end to 'earning"
No end to 'yearning'
But i've always been a bigger fan of the word 'learning.'
For life teaches you right till your last breath
So keep learning until you meet death

it's 1619*
& the boats are all docking, bodies pouring onto the land as freedom pours out to the sea

it's 1724
& the shackles are all rattling beneath the beaten but unbreakable who never gave up

it's 1864
& the abolitionists are all cheering, but lucky 13 never translated to equality

it's 1870
& the voters are all gathered, but the bleached out crowd still managed a loophole around the number 15

it's 1896
& the crows are all preaching. separate but equal, they say, like you can really separate equality

it's 1955
& the front bus seats are all taken, white hot anger sparking 381 days of determination

it's 1957
& the students are all shocked, the little rock needs a thousand Feds just to blend

it's 1963
& 200,000 people all have a dream,
gathering in unity for the 'greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of the nation'

it's 1965
& the voting booths are all open, the wealthy pallid mass finally forced to share their ballots

it's 2008
& the white reign is all done pouring, the flood is still flowing but at least people have the chance to try to swim before the drown

it's 2016
& the trumpets are all singing, waning out the songs of the last 400 years like we still haven't learned anything

and maybe we haven't,
maybe i've just been too
hopefully ignorant
to hear the paralyzing
sound of the TRUMPets
all along

maybe i'm searching for a tomorrow that doesn't exist
because the sound of the trumpets is thrusting us all back into yesterday

but i refuse to join in on the symphony




*'this is the new sound just like the old sound, just like the noose wound over the new ground'

Stay up late with me
and we can watch infomercials
about vacuum cleaners and miracle cures
and holy water.
And maybe if we are lucky we can
catch reruns of I Love Lucy and Happy Days
because those seem like better times.
Or just talk to me.
even if it is just nonesense.
I want to hear you talk
until I fall asleep.
Tomorrow we can go to the park and sit on a bench
in front of the lake and feed the ducks with
stale bread.
I like the picturesque and the late day sun
and the small things
because they aren't so small after all.
Not when you are with me.
How about we take a ride my old rusty car and
tune into the AM channels about politics
and ancient jazz and opera.
Let's brush off the cobwebs
and find what we are looking for.
It's the small things that are the biggest things.
Those moments in time that seem
like nothing.
They mean everything.
We gotta make it last because
forever isn't a thing.

Oh, the big whole life
That fills all mystery
And makes everything so small....

She stares out a window
At the center of her world,
A sorrow
Like a dark magnolia
Which changes when touched.

She had a wall around her
Until the day she let's it go,
A turbulent dream that keeps her
Awake, to guard herself from
Everybody else.

Oh, her she is a dove,
A tranquility she knows nothing
About,
He told her she was beautiful
Holding  his breath when he said it.
And the fragile destiny
Can be seen in her absence,
Her voice is darkened
And was gentle like air,
But the night is now born
Under her eyes,
The light escapes her as she
Walks with eyes to the earth,
She can't feel a thing
Because the pain numbs her,
Familiar to her like family now,
The razor is a new friend.
She cuts the life I to her,
Along with the jelly beans she grew
Up loving,
The blood runs down her thigh
And the flavor
Melts into her mouth.

Why is this normal for her?
She asks herself with a half smile,
The landscape of her life
Is a dream trying to feel
Anything.

I know her innocence
Has more than this razor,
And all her heart is stuck
In a painful fragility,
Touching what she sees as real
The days pass,
The scars number every day.

What destiny will free her
From the closed heart?
What steps will she take to free
Herself,
That the cage might become a bird?

Who will rescue her from the wolves,
While she bleeds herself
Into oblivion,
Some day,
Oblivion may take her home.

A heartbreak or a betrayal hurts you..sometimes even shatters you..but most importantly it teaches you.

The world saw her beauty
But they never could see the pain she concealed beneath the veil of her smile
Her eyes gave absolutely nothing
And yet one look into her heart would tell you everything
It's just that no one ever bothered to know her heart