Called out your name For just a couple of moments, You were still here Stared into the quiet Conversations in our minds Laughter in our souls Then the world turned And the sun set The seconds are over And so, you left us.
wrote this on the day after my grandfather passed. for a few seconds i forgot he was gone, and called for him from my desk, thinking he would answer from his rocking chair. for the quickest of the second before i remembered, i could swear he was still there.
Frightened of the way, The volume of burden piles higher. Scraping the skies; Reaching into the underground. Trying to fit the position, Of the needle inside me. Growing smaller with each bend in its body, That sacrifices the human behind the machine. Submerged under the surface; Hidden beneath the facade, Of the critters that sculpt honor Into the frame of my face. Harvesting acceptance and pride from others, Who define one look as the truth of pretense. Blinding eyes from the girl that once lived.
II Pet 1:9 coming to mind as I finished, lo, the complexity of this piece, and this: "...lacketh these things is blind and cannot see afar off--"
How Shakespeare's lines 'non haunt the flag's detail As't waves to bitter winds' capricious sense Of play, with memries of late rallies thence In tow, as all we'd grandly strut through'd pale Before the empty eye of hours that scale Down what we said was living, as pretense Leers through the smoky limelight fading hence Where leaves pile up too thickly for aught bail. Is't cuz I've tried 'gain to be stylish fer What fashion and say Vogue mag swore was due, Tae learn my peers yet scorn attempts in tour? Cuz even when I did succeed and do All that "they" said should be, or called too poor What we thought tops, Death mocks as ere we knew?
Should I have divided up the rather lengthy intro for this portion, or?
I like me, Yes,I like me, I really like me I really, really like me. I am no pretense, I am what I can be. I am a candy that children love, I am a nutty chocolate that some die for, While others are allergic to it. I am a savoury snack you find in youngsters backpack, Or you take for picnics. I am a roast turkey or Biryani for family feasts, I am a mild soup for the aged. I laugh and make others laugh, I cry, but wipe others tears, I am gentle but can be tough when need arises. I try to be soft but rough to those who dare cross my path, I am a friend indeed. Yes, I like me, As I am, as I can be.