Don't bother yourself with what's behind the curtain
As you can see there's nothing up our sleeves
Just take this check from behind our back
Oh, did we mention the hidden fee

We're here to help so don't you worry
Let's not distract this with the facts
Big Brother will lend a hand to your demands
As long as you keep paying the tax

Have you tried this freshly made Kool-Aid
We insist you take a few sips
You'd be amazed with what we get away
Pulling off our Politricks

You know that the hand is quicker
Do yourself a favor and don't blink the eye
If it's not all together true yet no one has a clue
Would that be considered a lie

It may be nonsense but to us it's good business
After all we know better than you
Whenever we can preform our slight of hand
When it comes to dealing with you

So just sit back, relax, enjoy the show
Here's to hoping you can't read lips
It's best you never know just what's going on
As we pull off our Politricks

Through your poems I finally found you,
prints of soul in your tracks led me to you ,
your raw heart stripped mine open and bare,
exposing these emotions that I now have to share,
my demise began when I introduced her to you,
erasing my destiny that was written for you,
I wander in misery,settle in denial ,live in daze,
striving to unravel the clue to this maze.
How do I recite metaphors in verses of a poet?
How do I sing rhythm in the lyrics of a singer?
How do I draw color in the brushes of a painter?
How do I guide him in this different channel?
How do I tell my best friend that for him  I've fallen.

You look at me with your eyes bright
Said that we would never fight
Your words became lies
And my feelings died like flies

The world seemed to be held in your hands
Now it's held you the remaining strands of my heart
You now mean nothing to me
As if you would've ever dropped to one knee

You talked about our future
But what future
Talked about a house and children and dreams
I'm glad they won't happen
They won't have to deal with your hits

I remember your hits that came from your mouth and from your hand
The strands of marks across my skin
But I would never tell I was harmed

I will Never forgive you
But I will Never tell
Never tell about the harm.

There's a monster in my head
It tells me to stop trying
But I don't want to give up
I've done too much to break away

I'm better now although the monster says I am not
How could I believe something so lame and weak
Imagine someone on their deathbed
That's how weak the monster appears

He's weak
Yet I believe him when he says I'm broken
Maybe he is right

she glanced at the fragments
of herself
her
lost memories
danced
within the blurred tones
of loss

She was born on a sunny day, flowers     growing
Smiling great and wide in her hospital room
Sheltered away from everything that could hurt her

He was born on a gloomy day, roads flooded
His face scrunched into a cry from the sight of his mother
He'd be thrown into his mother's arms, where he had already been broken

Under her rich family, she had it all
Unaware was her family of what she truly wanted
Unintended was her sadness inside

Above his poor family, he found a job
A job of delivering newspapers for the richer
Average pay kept his family in their tiny home

Took a walk and headed home walking in the street
Took a minute to decide her fate
Took a step towards the cat headed her way
Took her life

Delivered the papers fast
Drove his bike home, and took a step inside
Dropped to his knees in the kitchen crying
Drove a knife through his chest

Some people have it made out for them
Some people are not as fortunate
Sadness comes from many ways, in many forms

I'm tired of being made fun of
All the stuff people say adds up and hurts
It builds up from inside and creates a tornado
Breaking apart my heart like a flimsy house

I'm tired of not feeling good enough
Because of the stretch marks in my legs
Or the minor imperfections on my face

I'm tired of feeling like I'm always going to be alone
Because no one can handle a girl like me
I am emotional and I am afraid of new things

I am tired of hearing all the rumors about me
Of how I let a guy mess with me in a pool or earning money over the summer for ***** deeds

And most importantly
I'm tired of people telling me to brush it off
Or that I need to rise up
I can't rise up if people are always bringing me down.

So stop
Stop what you're doing and think
Think about how you affect others
And think about how others affect your story

Irma

I wish I were a sorceress.
I’m surely not a scientist.
Just a reader
Of the leaders in the news.
North Korea, Harvey, rockets
Boston Red Sox in the dockets
Charged with using Apple watches to steal signs.
Violence, hurricanes,
Cheating: Why?
This is too, too crazy.
Are these phases
Showing us,
Going towards
A monster breakdown?
Skirmishes
To Irma!

Flesh will go.  
Insect, bird, yes, every minnow.
Families child-less, widowed;
Dis-endowed the moneyed crowd,
Castle, mansion, slum will go.
Marshes all will overflow.
(and we thought Bangladesh was low)
The planet’s being bashed,
Yet there are people who cash in on it.

Prayer will never be the answer.
Cancer from our own behavior.
Karma’s germ:
Now it’s Irma.

Irma 9.6.2017
Our Times, Out Culture II; Circling Round Nature II;
Arlene Corwin