I have learned
that in
affairs
of the heart,
tongues
speak
verse
in loving
cinquains.
~
I have
learned
in
matters
of
absolutes,
soft
beats
thrum
terse
truth
refrains
.

K.R.Dalton
1­0-10-17 (C)

Thanks for reading! K:)
  3d Mack
Vicki

history
takes final
revenge,
whether
written
or by
oral legend.
there is nothing
more powerful
than truth,
nothing
more pure
to slake
the deepest
thirst
for knowledge
in karmic,
spiritual
search.
the truth
will always win,
no matter
how ugly
the stories are,
no matter
how far
the layers
of lies go to hide
the seeds
of precious
revelation.
we survive
when we elevate
our minds
to accept
the truth as it is.
we survive,
yet we repeat
the same
mistakes
when we know
the difference.
so far
we are alive.
so far
so many have died.
i want the truth
passed on
to my daughter,
now that i have
separated
myself
from
the numbness
that comes
with allowing
lies to dominate.
i'm grown
tired and time
stands still
before me. the
truth is in
my poetry.

all i know
and learn
i sow
into poems
for her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rijQG1zlp7s

It was the role of a Lifetime, but she couldn’t accept.
She passed on the chance with a twinge of regret.
It was clearly off Broadway but it would have run long.
A role some would die for, but the timing was wrong.

It had started one night with a casting couch call
from a powerful man – a slob more broad than tall.
Promises whispered, but would they be kept?
Had the mega- producer enjoyed his starlet?

The review came positive in a ladies’ room stall.
Cinderella was late for more than the ball.
She who couldn’t resist, and then couldn’t complain,
now had a pregnancy she couldn’t explain.

While she thought she might, one day have a child,
surely not with this stranger, this crude pedophile.
A girlfriend loaned her  money;she went there alone,
She kept the appointment she’d made on the phone.

Her calves in the stirrups; her heart in denial,
The deed was done quickly in back alley style.
She nearly bled out; it was botched from the start
But the abortionist did manage to still one beating heart.

Just a face in the crowd; not a name many knew.
She had some bit parts then she faded from view.
These days her tale is on everyone’s tongue:
How the wolves of Hollywood  devour the young.

My take on People like Harvey Weinstein who have long lurked in Tinseltown and the people they hurt.
  3d Mack
Brianna Love

Each person is a book, waiting to be touched
to be held open, to be read, to be understood,
because we all pray that we make sense
somewhere to someone.

We are every pen, which has ever bled life
onto a blank page, and we are every page
that has held a memory, good or bad
that has refused to be erased.

Throughout every ruins, through every creation
and every space in between, there is life,
there is love and there are echoes of beauty
waiting to be seen, somewhere by someone.

So love not just with your heart, love with mind
your soul, your smile, with your hands,
love with your laugh, your eyes, your thoughts,
……..love with a touch of compassion.

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