Without a rope but
squaring the circle
the giant man gives it a try
takes a flight off to the sky
only to fall flat on the ground.
She turns around
gives the circle her pi.
He bounces back
and retakes the flight
Que Sera, Sera on the way!
We started in one point,
until we flew our way into a straight line.
We hold hands and joined,
like stars in the sky
that just aligned.
But things came to disjoint,
after we realized we're choked when twined.
This must be the endpoint,
of our spiraling world that once shined.
My heart was destroyed,
and left there hanging on a thick brown vine.
But I hope you enjoyed,
the matter of time that you become mine.
I'll wish on a coin,
and throw it upon a
fountain of signs.
hoping we could go back together even in a square one.
Noises in Mind, Copyright © 2014
Sam N. de la Rosa
All rights reserved.
Breaking up has to conclusions. First, it is the endpoint. Second, it can still be fix.
Tiananmen Square is a clean place today.
Everything is swept before it can
***** in the history of place.
No sign exists of the tanks that rolled,
the man in front of them,
the blood that flowed
like red sorghum seeds.
The cracked bricks
have been replaced
with new tera cotta tiles.
The first memorial plaque
is invisible until you are
standing on top of it,
located at the Great Court
at the University of Queensland
4500 miles away.
IN MEMORY OF
THOSE WHO DIED IN TIENAMEN
SQUARE IN JUNE 1989,
its three lines read,
using the Aussie spelling.
In San Francisco a 9.5 foot statue
modeled after the original
Goddess of Democracy
is located at the edges of
Chinatown in a park of
concrete and manicured trees.
On the anniversary Chinese police
put out temporary signs in
in the center of the Square warning
DO NOT LAY MOURNING WREATHS.
Banner displayers, victory gesturers,
those doing solitary hunger strikes,
are detained, questioned, disappear.
On the Party web the students are scrubbed.
The only sign of blood that lingered
in the summer air that June morning
is a photo of the lone soldier who died
in the “counter revolutionary turmoil”.
The plugged in young are unaware.
They only know that the Party
reserves the right of your total erasure.
Just as the memories of Hiroshima/Nagasaki
are vanishing horrors in the Japanese soul,
Tiananmen is not worthy of ghostly echoes,
or even the lies printed in every official history.
Truth is the secret kept dark by the victors,
it’s locked in prisons and dark closets,
it speaks with the voice of exile
In the dark light and smoggy air,
only dogs and the grieving blind
know the true scent of Tiananmen
hidden under the shiny tera cotta.
through the streets and column cracks
culture weaves and summer smacks
sacred figures, holy shrine
monastery in grand design
cathedrals, convents, heaven’s stars
god of neptune, god of mars
doge’s palace, alley ways
gondolier on full display
winged lions on pastel breeze
cicada singing from the trees
pillar walk of saint mark's square
basilica in all its flare
crosses shade the carousel
a bridge of sigh that leads to hell
golden stairs on placid ridge
arches of rialto bridge
torcello! murano! grigio!
the countess rides the river poe!
sins of seven, fiery hides
poplars bank the levee side
black plague, attila the ***
eden formed before the sun
paradise above the marsh
high alter, gothic arch
middle age, religious wars
celestial fountains, marble floors
sculpted peacock, catholic faith
all is true the great god saith
What is it about you that haunts me?
I let you go so I can set you free.
You meant everything to me and we were forever,
But it isn't our time to be together.
I was completely lost before I met you.
You gave me reason to live and direction to follow.
But now we're back at square one,
And the loneliness has already begun.
I promised you I'd never leave.
You promised never to let go of me.
Yet here we are, far apart in distance and in thought.
I wonder how we'd be if we hadn't fought.
Blocking is a blessing, and you used it well.
I regret my decision, now I'm in hell.
A life without you, is no life at all.
I just wish you'd pick up my call.
With several attempts I lost faith.
I think it's goodbye, this is our fate.
I'll always wonder if I made a mistake,
If I could've avoided all our heartache.
I didn't really know how else to let go of my emotions. Its really bad, I agree, but I needed some sort of an outlet for the hurt I was feeling. Much love.
It's really sad that so many of you can relate to this poem. I'm so sorry for whatever you're going through. Stay safe loves!