Did you read this in the 1st or 2nd person? Ha. Whether the dialogue is with yourself or a friend, ownership can be hard, and judging can be too easy... Meditation is great. And a good couch sometimes even better!
Life is unfair To you, To everyone, To the sun, To the birds, to the plants, to the sky To the poor, those who’re born poor, To the rich, those who’re born rich, To the animals, to the earth. To the fortunate and unfortunate. To the child, to the old To the man, to the woman Even to the day And to the night To the brightest light When it wet And dry When it rains or shine Fair To no one
My head asks what is the matter My heart does not know the trouble The sun shines more brilliant The clouds draw imagine of beautiful pattern
The butterflies fly in the two rows Dancing a smart dance as the great dancers The leaves salute the winds with great tending
The winds pass so light and so guide My mind asks and the world responds The love appears and the peace governs The world bows even the hate increases
The killing draw an optimistic imagines it greets these were killed and accuses these killings Even the most powerful supports Even the world tries to close his eyes The freedom opens its arms For long hugs for these downers For who wants to get their land free and peace
Even they expose to dead or gets injures Their blood will the sign for the world letting them down They will complain to the God for this unbalance The justice is crippled, the justice will lead to the death
the world watches the killing of Palestinian and says no word.
In the immense serene life The world is unreachable The fullest is a small me For numbers bigger than infinity I give so little, less than my capacity I get the same back, why I complain Waste more time in disdain Cribbing about unfairness Comparing me to them.
I said I wouldn't write about you but who am I to strip myself of what makes me live in art I've surfaced my own sins
and some of yours. I suppose
I've taken space you've asked of me needing to blockmyface whenyouonceplaced my name into your skin
in a quiet champagne trip and Gold indented ribs
Take a sip.
If it's "poison" that touches your lips
THEN you could've skipped dipped flipped me onto the piles of rubbled glass torn from your walls placed carelessly cornered or left simply to fall switched in flip
some contorted reverse though my heart refuses to pin you as Perverse when these colors emerged
Two Years of swells i Chose to forget each time that i stayed when I knew
i should've left. When Everybody told me Better was Mine I wouldn't give in to believe that your heart was Unkind.
From the moment I knew I'd clutched your stairway-ed arms to Ease My Ailing, sweaty palms in driver-ed cars Kermit Ruffins and philly beer bars roller coasters, Christmas lights endless pen-streamed journaled binds An unopened book pages still blank more than a stitch to ease the pain of your name
though i mustn't Complain ...and I still can't Rejoice
But I'll watch the sunrise through Uncommon windows trace folds of your fingers -- sweet struggled wake on your pillow and dance foreign waltz in clipped black-wig nights plated sweet nourriture to watch your delight
Watch you dance decorated as I set in Pride hold me to standards --yet bend when I'm Right
Speak to me softly in quiet teared nights tell me I'm beautiful when femininity cannot find me Drape me in curtains of love and Security Fit so Securely in the curves of my body
Smile in shyness--like absence of tongue as your cheeks lift to hide your eyes in thin rungs
Gold plates of your stomach and skin over hips saying my name through pleasurepursed lips Pounding the pavement in carouseled times
not only Read, but Returned all my rhymes
The fortress is daunting I'm brooding and swift Sometimes the brick slips but the flips never Switch
So if russe folk dances and stealing lost tea causes your coldness, just slightly, to bleed Remember what I did --to, your troubles, ease Don't say for this new year I didn't Prioritize your Needs MARRY THEM, by all of all means i never pushed you to choose, instead, me
I've learned my doors close, i woke to realize when those i thought open I faced and denied
because nothing matches the pulses and start --the warmth in my chest when your palms press my heart
that's why with your Run i cannot understand feelings and highs unsustainable lands I never demand - I never imply