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*******
and **** this entire patriarchy
and **** the thoughts in the back of my head
that say that every person feels this way because
it doesn't make it any better.

**** me for being anxious
while there are orphans that don't have friends
and when I try to be their friend
they lure me into love and kiss me only to have me realize
a full
year later
that I am one of a thousand
and yet I'm still torn.

Why?

Are men torn over loving their ******* from James and 7th North?
Are businessmen torn over their secretaries?
Is my brother torn over his tears?
So why
am
I
to-
-rn
over you?
*******
and **** everything you do
to make me love you
and hate you
and want to be in your arms
like I was but 5 minutes ago.
You and I are both cliches
You with your girlish wit and obsession with everything masculine
And me
With my wounded feminist heart
distrusting every man no matter his professed honor and respect of the feminine
I can't help but get mad at you
and you can't help but feel sorry for me
You think I'm deprived
And I know your depraved
I just hope you finally learn your lesson
when your heart has been shattered
and your "girlish wit" taken advantage of
But really I don't
That would be too tragic and unfair
I just want you to stop talking
and spreading your false reality to all too eager ears
And interrupting this class I liked until you walked in
At least you're better than the men in here
hanging on your every word
I'm reminded of a scribble on scrap paper
Cardboard. Brick wall.
as if from an 'Unknown' creator.
Smeared by the rain.
No room for grammar.

A faded stain.
Written in the moment.
Full of content; lacking in substance,
Read forever out of context.



These words reflect the reader.
Written not for the receiver.
Nothing more now that a splash
of inspiration.
No less a tool in it's creation
than the recorder or the pen.

Don't focus on the subject,
The message will be wrong.
Compare a lady with any woman
Who has ever come and gone.
The warrior clings,
Claws, fights to fight
Still with bullets in her back
She crawls

The wind howls persistently,
Consistently blows
Against the trees
When they refuse to bow

The water beats and leaks,
Drips on stone
To wear it down, drown it
Even if it takes one hundred
Lives and paths around the Earth

The salmon leap dams
Until their silver flesh
Grows blue and bruised,
Their insides batter,
And still they climb

The birds fly south
A thousand miles from
All they know,
With the threat of frost
On their feathers

When they survive another year,
When the salmon bare children,
When the stone finally moves
And gives way to a new fresh spring,
When the trees crash,
And new life sprouts
From the deadened base,
When the soldier takes the final blow…

These helpless participants
In a world they didn't design
Become the catalyst, key
For a whole new world to blossom and bloom

They're not in it for the thrill
For their health,
While with broken, blackend bodies
They bleed onward

They don't do it
Because they want to
Or because they were encouraged
Or because it was commanded of them

They don't do it because law
And nature demands,
Or because they are programmed to

There's no wealth,
No thoughts of glory
In those moments at the end
When it is "succeed or fail"

They do it because they must.
Because not doing it isn't an option
Because a life without their deeds
Is not life

Because if they don't… their world will die.

It is for this same desire
Same perseverance,
Insistence
Tenacity
Relentlessness
With no option but to keep fighting
No other words but "fight",
No other thoughts but "do"
No other breaths
Than the small gasp of pain
Followed by the determined gulp of air

It is with the same breaths that I cannot cease
Cannot desist
Cannot resign
Cannot send in the white flag
Cannot accept the fate
Cannot let it be

That you are slipping away.

I must take the beatings, and keep fighting.
I must accept the wounds, the bullets,
And keep crawling for you.
I must succeed.

I must keep fighting.
I must keep fighting.
I must keep fighting.
I must keep fighting.

Because dying isn't an option.

The war was won
The new life bloomed
The salmon bred
The birds survived the season

And we will see the light again.

Because it must be.
 Oct 2013 rainydaysunday
st64
1.
"After three days without reading, talk becomes flavourless."
- Chinese Proverb


2.
"The future has several names.
For the weak, it is the impossible
For the faint-hearted, it is the unknown.
For the thoughtful and valiant, it is the ideal."
- Victor Hugo


3.
"It has been my observation that most people get ahead during the time that others waste."
- Henry Ford


4.
"The true measure of a man [person] - is how he [..] treats someone who does him [..] absolutely no good."
- Ann Landers


5.
"The mere fact that you have obstacles to overcome - is in your favour."
- Robert Collier



6.
"Things may come to those that wait, but only things left by those who hustle."
- Abraham Lincoln


7.
It is precisely the moment, when we are at our lowest ebb, that the tide begins to turn."
- Author unknown


8.
"Coming together is the beginning.
Keeping together is progress.
Working together is success."
- Henry Ford


9.
"Circumstance does not make me; it reveals me."
- William James


10.
"Before you speak, ask yourself:
Is it kind, is it necessary,
is it true,
does it improve on the silence?"
- Shirdi Sai Baba (Indian Saint)







S T - 11 oxy-tubes 2013
whoo.. what a day-starter!

yeah, bunch-a-clichés, hey..
no matter :)


well.. lol...
hey.. here's another half-bucket of inspiration-swill, if ye please :)
(uh, make that.. a quarter-bucket!)




sub-entry:       con-cen-tr8     (Anon)

if you concentr8 in finding whatever is good in every situation
you will discover that your life will suddenly be filled with gratitude
a feeling that nurtures the soul.





and especially for Rose........................ http://hellopoetry.com/-rose-5/

"If I die in war, you remember me
If I live in peace, you don't." ― S Milligan
 Oct 2013 rainydaysunday
R
and thats the thing,
i still love him.
i really do.
i love the way his cologne smells.
the way he fidgets when he gets nervous.
the way his eyes are so, so beautiful.

but, i do not feel the need to
go past your door anymore to catch your
attention.
all i need to do is sit at my lunch table or
hangout with another teacher for you to
magically come in, flustered and handsome,
for you to make a conversation with me.
and thats it, huh?
all i ever needed to do was to
tell you i was happy for you
for you to realize that you need
me in your life as well, just as
much as i need you
in mine.

i can see it in your glances
at church and in the
way you smile at me
when you pass me by or
in the way your voice gets
lower when you
speak to me.

do not hide your love for me,
its highly illogical and all it
does is wear the both of
us out.

sweet dreams darling.
 Oct 2013 rainydaysunday
R
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 Oct 2013 rainydaysunday
R
i told you i was happy
that it was the weekend.
you then asked me why.
i said it was because i
have been deprived of
sleep lately and you
replied with a sigh.
you said i seemed tired
but then you asked
if i was okay.
i said im not to sure cause
its changes every day.

you asked me if i knew why i
couldnt sleep lately and i
honestly said i didnt know
why.
hmmm would it be wise
to start calling you adam?

r.a.
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