I’m the Romeo
You’re Juliet
Caging my Ragin’ heart
For two arrests
forcing me to choose
between poison and cigarettes
A tsunami of aquaphobiacs
Singing tides of lullabies
to insomniacs
while the bitter ******* drown in the river
Welcome to the clan of un-forgivers
I see junkies sitting in their stoops
racing with the clouds
and ole man Johnny riding his two wheel pick up
to make minimum wage working for privileged clowns
-we call them millennials-
Irony almost as similar
As a tsunami made up of aquaphobiacs
Or the tides singing lullabies to the insomniacs
before they drown in the river
Welcome to the clan of un-forgivers
Pouring rain
my umbrella broke
lightning strikes
I have metal bones  
Writing lines
my ink explodes
Sometimes we’re left to shiver
When we meet the clan of un-forgivers.

I only pretend with pretenders
And contend with contenders
I'm only giving to the givers
And forgiving to forgivers

I'm only strange with strangers
And dangerous with dangers
I'm only hateful to the haters
And traitorous to traitors

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The Muted Commoner

You don't see them,
......Just past them......

Speak but unheard,
perforce, thus, muted,
against their will

blogs bread unread uneaten,
poem orphans better than us,
vine ripened unto death

Truly dare you say I/you the better?

Shamed heat, you spit,
outed, no penance offered,
non granted,
the forgivers are muted too

so this be your charge,
so this be your salvation:

free the mutes from the trance -
exhume, exhort find them
in the back pages, then
acknowledge  that we are all
Muted Commoners.

find the poem unread,
revive it with a read, a heart,
and then you can speak your
Peace.

The answer is nothing uplifting.

                                                           I’ve lived
better and absolute moments. Promised, with a demeanor of stagnation.
Better or polite moments within the stained glass, all for
that best end order.

                                                           I’ve attended.
Listened to the kind of Man who throws rocks with gossamer thread
and religious meaning.
                                                           I was here, Mom.
                                                                                            See?

Then summer brought something of meaning to movement. Attendance?
He sent un-movement to all of us. He can’t bear movement at all.


God, Your gurney has this man scarred. Mine was all for bits of someone else?
Or trading not-a-little darkening for something constant?

Before, soaked in ‘nice’, I blocked it. Fill us of this cup.
Blood yellow hold. Epic. Lyric.
It soaked in perfect, the clots forming.
Father, that best rest is never.
Father, but here You guard us?
                                                         Father, in your confession, fault.

                         In the end I chose opposition,
more like exsanguination.

Gone are the means to emulate. On a vetted day,
the err of all my sins shot me this red herring body.
So, let me go to assimilate never.

I was shut, locked in. But as the sore closet gains some more light,
now, with skinned knees
a brisk passing. Something for the retreat:
“Forgivers” or crosswalks?
Yes! – of course I choose crosswalks.

World wide war
Friendship lied
Happiness died
Love tried
And peace hides
Wars raised
People, dazed
And heaven plays
Death comes near
People become dear
And many faced fear
Poverty rolls
not caring about the hurt souls
And god knows how the time goes
People start to run
Because they are pulling guns
And the kids can no longer have fun
Now they see clearer
How the world is no longer
Dear as it used to be
They have been filled defeat
Feeling when the Earth’s heart skipped a beat
The war is now over
Leaving them feeling like over achievers
Citizens cannot be forgivers
They have lost all of their wisdom
Ruining what the world had just become
Now they have to pay the cost
For all whom they’ve lost
Soon to be filled with exhaust
Friendship lied
Happiness died
Love tried
And peace hides

On my knees, I kneel.
I beg for compassion.
........ Because......
To love is to forgive.
To forgive is to love.
To forgive is divine.
To error is human.

Don't deny the fulfillment of God's law.
love isn't optional but God's command.
And forgiveness is Godly.
Please forgive me, come back home.

Our home has turned into a house.
It's cold, please come back.
Come back and make it warm.
Please come back to restore this home.
Forgiveness is the final form of love.

Forgiving won't change the past.
But can change our future.
Please forgive me, take my hand, let's boldy face the future till death do us part.

After all, in the words of Bishop T. D. Jakes: "love is union of two great forgivers not lovers"

Step by step, you’ll hear
Music, of smiles, and tears
Your footsteps, in rhythm with mine
Vivid, valiant, and divine

Not to think alike, but to think together
They said, a tiring walk, of two forgivers
Who fell by chance, who can stay by choice
Yet, a lifetime with you is the greatest glory,
I’ll always rejoice