#nmpimportant
Some dead things just won't lay down
We keep walking
Long after we've died
Wreaking havoc upon the living
Drowning
what little of ourselves that remains alive in
Vintage
Tears and shame
Throwing up on sidewalks
Homewrecking
Bringing the occasional young stranger home
To get that little drip of pleasure
From his heartbreak at dawn
But apparently
This kind of "self help"
Isn't working
Apparently
Tomatoe juice with celery sticks
Massages
And people behind desks in
Ugly polyester suits with framed papers on their walls and a prescription or two
Is now
Rehab for the dead
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
I once had a mother, who gave me away
Though time gone, never forgot her name
Years pass, thoughts of her the same
As a child, a game I would play
Maybe this time she'll come back and stay
Eventually, my heart took the blame
"Whose fault" now is the game
As I look back from then to this day
Who hurt me the most, that I could not recover?
What set off this bomb in my heart?
Why couldn't I land on my feet?
She gave up her role as my mother...
Tearing my soul apart
Wondering if I'm worth it to keep.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
it is
important
to see
both sides
of the story
sometimes
you need to
step back
to take
the bigger
picture in
sometimes
you need to
leani in
to see the
real, reality
we can all
stand on the
mountain
and proclaim
our views
but very few
stand in the
valleys
and join the
rescue crews
it used to be
a neighbor
was a friend
(mostly)
on whom
one could
depend
for a cup
of sugar
to stand
by you
if payday
was late
or
heaven
forbid
if the worst
happened
they would
be part of
the recovery
team
pitching in
til you
recovered
your steam.
now
we are
strangers
with doors
barred
against
the world
living in
insular
pockets
barely aware
of those
who live
beside
atop
or below...
be brave
people
lean in
knock on
a new door
let society
begin
learn a different story,
share your own
create a village
expand your home
plant a garden
to feed a crowd
sit on the steps
with a book
read out loud
look after
the old
learn their
wisdom
look after
the young
feed their
curiosity
swap recipes
and meals too
create a village
within your city
one run on love
with compassion
not pity
this is hard
but simple
as well
begins
with words
and courage
no magic spell
be brave
see both
the large
and small
lean in
to lean out
to grow tall
then climb
up atop
the mountain
and see it all
the hustle
and bustle
of community
make that
the real
reality
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC