5-4-25

every turn a double take
every glance a mistake

the club has many faces
but yours is the one
I hope to see

It wasn’t the two of us at the start.
Day turned to night,
and suddenly we couldn’t part.
From one of the many faces,
To one I could pick out from the crowd.
We weren’t sure of ourselves before,
But one thing’s for sure now.
We’re caught in the torrent —
We found ourselves headed to the deep end.

Beautiful faces
From every shade of color
From every span of the globe
From every walk of life
From every generation
From every faith,
From all types of places
From every nook and cranny
Of every place,
These are the beautiful faces
Of God’s rain bowed shaded
Globe
That spins around and around
On this planet
Called
Earth.

Picture frame of ugliness – but not what the world sees,
when your paint yourself under your insecurities.
Does that make you a coward; or are their eyes
the cowards, too afraid to see the real picture of
themselves?

societal expectations, and passive judgments –
behold their critical gaze; yet so are the eyes that can’t
stare themselves in the face. so too, blinded by their
own fears, and personal insecurities.

But as you start to peel away at the metaphoric picture
frame, retracing their hidden layers of drawn over
strokes of new paint - embracing vulnerability;

I'm between finding myself in my inner self-criticism,
and external judgments – I could be the picture of the
prettiest flowers, and hoping one day I learn to paint
myself under the brushstrokes of security, and
vulnerability!

my picture is finally complete!

Pack away smiles; just to save face
And if my face were a sketchpad,
You’d see me draw out this smile

Playing strength like the weight of a bass
Subtracting all I had, to make space to add
Still hating the math of the human race;
Running their lives in a pointless mile

he pretends to be, “okay”
if you say so, then okay.

discard the clothes that never fit you
easier said than done
mind you
beware this is the land of
opinion fares
what you know
is not you

would happily trade
this skin for you
extra large clothes
to skin tight
low rise
high boots type

glasses to lens
plain cuppa to
starbucks rendezvous
broadway nights
the highlight

dawn to my pride
pawn of lies
presumptions
impetuous actions
a fine line

what should i discard?
you ask
two faced
double edged sword
sometimes referred
human companion
friends
acquaintances
negative thoughts
who back stab you

cruel summers
never go out of style
hoax of believers
you belong together
lover to anti-hero
bad blood
i sigh

can you come again?
discards the pieces
which have fallen apart
don’t sow thorns
you bleed
burn the bridges
you built

clothes never naught fit
you make them
seem fit
live as you
not your alter
ego *****