#transparency
In the world of stars, which I had hoped
to be in, to live in, and thrive in,
would be a free, floating, friendly sky,
where stars do shine, and sparkle all time.
But alas—those many, many stars,
far more than I can count
or my sight can hold,
they wish to sparkle more, be seen once more.
I watch, wishing for a brighter sky,
to let them all shine before me,
to see and be seen, in their light,
painting the sky in gold and white.
I had yet to know, to see, and learn,
that the sky isn't as free as it seems,
it trades the sparkling light from stars,
to allow their light to be seen, to shine.
Oh, those stars! how I pity them now,
for they seem nothing to me,
but fireflies, flickering, caged and confined
in that heavenly trade, of that heavenly sky.
They all need to sparkle,
to stay bright, and be seen,
but here strikes their fall,
they need to sparkle more,
more, and more...
till a day rises such that
they're left with no light,
none to sparkle, none to shine,
and wander in the sky,
as dimmed specks of gold and white,
sullen in their shine, waned to their core,
I watch them while I wonder, while I wander by,
in the same vast expanse of that floating sky.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:37 AM UTC
When war came so close
The rivers of the cities rose
With the colour shifting to crimson
And the spirits of deceased had arisen
Their revengeful agonising groans
Sent deep shivers through your bones
When war comes so near
And the love we hold dear
Scatters away into nothing
Leaving the people still clutching
The last shred of peace
As the joy and laughter ceases
When war will approach nearby
And the loss of a lovers sighs
Will become so apparent
And the longing to not feel transparent
Takes over the soul
As the loss takes a great toll
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
I ask
You say
“I’m not sure”
Like the moment
Before it snows
Or nights spent
Searching for Venus
Without clarity
Through naked eyes
You knew she lay secluded
In a room unused
But still said
"I’m not sure”
There she wore a pendant
Engraved “keep out” in braille
I didn’t feel it
We never touched
Venus dims
You won’t speak
Words from within
I ask
You say
“Are you sure”
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
They stepped (I let them)
Through the curtains where I hid
Raw shards of my soul
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC
Through
the
looking
glass
on the sands of a shore
to
a
common park
an
African heart
views
global
art
We
fathom the winds
stave
the
tempest
that
stokes the grave
from
a lions roar
to
a humble dove
speak in tongues
none have heard
turning
sound
to
God's word
living
in straits
of
life above
Valhalla
here
the
gift of love
.
Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 9:17 AM UTC
can i not bore into my temple
and remove the bitterest parts
of myself when they scream?
am i forced to witness their decaying
motions as they spoil and rot
every good thing I feel?
i say no, because i am worth more
than unspoken disdain, disgust,
unpleasantry.
fingertips to burdened lips,
I unsilence them and free the raindrop
words that ache to revive the good
behind the hurt.
paintbrush smattered in an ugly
hue of purely human creation,
no divinity in its intent, portrays
an image of a me that doesn't like me.
but it washes off in realization
that water is love is truth.
and that truth, beyond me
and in me, is good.
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 12:52 AM UTC
Cycles
It’s good
It’s bad
It’s dark
I’m sad
I’m happy
And in love
Heavy raindrops
From above
I feel like
dancing
Running
leaping
I can’t stop
crying
Dying
weeping
I can’t stop laughing
Smoking…drinking
Ignited fire
Sinful desire
A sinner
A saint
One winner
One ain’t
A crazy story
That I must paint
My Good image
I choose to taint
In hopes that you’ll see
The genuine me
So I can be free From the shackles
of who you think I should be.
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 8:11 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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Texas, Our Texas, All Hail the Secret State
"The Biden administration is not being transparent…”
-Governor Greg Abbot
Governor Abbot so loves his Texas folk
That he orders state troopers to keep them away
He surrounds himself with a security cloak
And with his good ol’ boys, the ones who pay
God forbid that the people who voted for him
Should forget their place, and dare to approach
The corporate hangar guarded against them
And risk his Praetorians’ stern reproach
Even the press is locked out, alone and lonely –
The government of Texas is for Members Only
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 9:41 AM UTC
Just be open and honest, transparency is a way forward.
Ego, lies, deception, mind games are just a thing of the past.
Carry your heart on your sleeve, one should express all, how they feel. People might hurt in the beginning but as the time goes by you tend to connect with only like minded people, likely with the one with an open mind and crystal clear heart. Someone who wouldn't be scared to reciprocate the honesty, selflessness, love, respect and trust.
This is the way to filter the odd ones out of your life, its a litmus test
Those who are wiling to be by your side through think and thin, the most difficult times until the end regardless of your past, are the only one's who deserves a fair chance, rest all are just a waste of time.
Remember, if you don't ask you don't get what you need, don't assume others would know what you want, as not many are good at reading minds and hearts.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
Why have
I always
felt the need
to be someone
else’s property
when I was
planted on
this earth to
grow wild.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
It’s lonesome
Watching life through pictures
Wishing you had a moment back
Longing for a new venture
It’s lonesome
Feeling the way you do
To shy to tell
Yearning for their touch
It’s lonesome
Sleeping in
For there’s no plans
Just your bed
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
A fractured silent state
where fear thrives amongst thieves.
Ignore your neighbour's knocking
and humanity's hum ultimately become louder.
What's duality's plea if transparency is key.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC
#
*Pain.. when left alone to just be pain;
and trying to heal from that place, without giving hope to others
the way that you do so beautifully when you write the way you do..
It all becomes such a loneliness, when unshared.
And your opening up in that beautiful and gorgeous way that you do--
it is a wonderful example (both to, and for) so many who are still
tightly bound within the pain of it all, never knowing that the
reaching for hope is so very worthy of their time and energy:
both, desperately needed
in order to become able to press through the shame;
in order to just be able to hold on.
Never more gorgeous and **** you are to men like me--
when you glow that way..
as a beacon of light to those who were ones bound so very tightly,
within the injustice of all that was so unfairly laid upon them--
just as it also was with you.
And,
your healing and perseverance, in your movement towards strength,
again, is opening doors for many--
there is no doubt in my mind, of that very truth:
Something deep and beautiful happens inside of me, and those like me
when I see ones like you do that beautiful thing that you do out there.
Wild thoughts come to the surface-- of mouth, pressed to mouth,
and gentle (and the not so overly gentle) removing of clothes-- in a
not so very un-fast pace.. in the deep need to so very quickly know,
between brightly-glowing bodies;
that wonderful feeling of skin on skin. Really. xo
And, though innocent in your use of it, and unbeknownst to you,
there is a conniving and scheming within it that bypasses all of the
filters of my heart, and enters directly into desire's unbridled
and untamed world--
the one that always is brewing within me, subsurface.
Leave it to the gorgeous wild-ones such as yourself to bring that
part of me out into the light of day-- where I can barely manage it.
The thought of ever being alone with ones like you at night, brings
about such a wonderful,
exploding eruption of warm, lava flow..
even within itself.
True story, babe.* xo
#
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
I hold an impossible mirror above my head, just out of reach.
The audience can't see it, only me.
They clap and laugh and grin while I do my routine.
Meanwhile something hangs overhead.
So I'll do the dance, I'll put on the show, I'll do what they want.
But I scream within,
for mirror shards are no fickle sin.
"More! More!" they chant.
So I hold up the mirror instead.
But they know no difference.
For the mirror,
is what they've always been fed.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
Simple honesty,
Consistent transparency,
That is what you give me.
Everything happening so organically.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
So tired, she thought it best
to wear her heart on her sleeves
and get things off her chest
Ignored a notion misconceived
that living like an open book
would only make her more naive
She said...
If they simply take another look
they'll see a clear transparency
and maybe, just maybe, let me off the hook
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
i am
a collection of
chaos and calmness
some may call it a mess
but what i see is depth
in the transparency
my soul has
met
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
Longing to escape his clutches
A subtle begging for aggressive touches
A breeze is building
Something soft
She sees the risk but wonders the cost
Constant hunger needs constant filling
This yearning insider her wont stop spilling
Torment lined with silver
A blooming darkness deep within her
A glint of light appears afar
Beauty and tragedy
A dying star
The wind is coming
She can feel my scars
A pain that can't be seen
Cracked lips fill with sensual screams
The freedom she seeks
Passion
Adaptive and flowing
The storm is here
The wind stops blowing
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
too many people
have asked me
what's wrong
lately
how transparent am i?
and so i lie again
saying everything's fine
with a counterfeit smile
and eyes begging
for a cure
a cure to a seemingly incurable disease
a disease i like to call
loneliness
i don't know
how to respond
to what's wrong
when everything
seems like the
truest yet
most painful
answer
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC