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Kennedy Dec 2019
Rolling thunder, closely followed by lightning.

A storm is near, all normalcy goes out the window.

The droplets make a soft pitter-patter on the

Stark, midnight concrete.

Inlaid with the tears:

Of college students,

Business professionals,

Homeless wanderers.

The salty droplets create a ripple effect in the water.

A man driving
We are always in a rush
He hits the puddle who hits
The little old lady

Our destinations become blurred
As the torrential downpour ensues.
People, including me,
COMPLAIN
GRUMBLE
No eye contact walking warily, wayward down the street.

But sometimes, maybe,
the clouds in a storm bring
Peace, maybe
Clarity, maybe
Presence. It may be.

Sometimes there’s a rainbow
Look for that.
Antonyme Mar 2019
Is winning really the only option?
Happiness the only outcome?
Who dictates us
in the conscience
of our own
desolate
minds
Just wondering
And if your mind works backwards
from forwards
Why is that not normal?
Don’t call me pretty
Don’t fall in love
with the color of my eyes
Don’t tell me I have nice hips
Don’t compliment my hair
I was never doubtful of
anything but your sincerity

Don’t tell me that you love me
words give false hues to intentions
Do show me all your shadows
I’ll take shade in your candor
Love my crooked teeth
before my perfect lips
Give me more than mirrors

Don’t show me all your glory
Don’t let my eyes make choices
Don’t think I can’t work wonders
Just know that I respect you
Do show me how you suffer
so I can strengthen for the burden
Our souls are stronger than our vices

Let me feel your love
Do let your gaze forge valleys
Know the color of my spirit
Do tell me God is beautiful
Do tell me I remind you
Of something more than desire
Do see me as a window
and not a pretty picture.

— The End —