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Linaji Nov 2011
Today could be the day
first bitten

spring curls beneath my hopeful brow
blackest dirt sings richness
alarmed with
promised growth

inside out openings
loves embracing
rows upon rows
peerless shining truths
fed on black water
planted without doubt
my ancestor
forgiveness seeds

Today could be the day
Alice’s rabbit hole found

first
small
spurts

ant energy
marching ...
intent
sober
clean

see yonder the finish line?

My feet crippled
******* to old stories
fathomed deep with slots
for copper pennies
unworkable
killable
outdated and futile

slathered in history
are cheap resigned actions
day after day
groundhog sing songs
each morning
eyes dry with snake cures
seeing my other side of the bed
missing out
slide rule elements of now
of what could be

Today could be the day
cherub heart
Pink with
expectation
alive with
bringing forth

communes
both sides
into action

I lay here supple
feeling the cure

ready

for
the
change

I
seek.
Each morning I wake up with this mantra.
Each morning I believe that all my desires
for this better version of me will come true,
It is my practice
I do it each day.
I smile for one minute or more in bed I lay
I say:
Today could be the day
I get all my dreams come true,
What is stopping me
but me?
I sigh and I hold myself dear.
I ask to believe.
Yenson Sep 2019
Would you quote Shakespeare
if words were put in his mouth to script as told
and Actors in the round house made their own lines
and called it Hamlet in den, Mark of the Zeros, gross Acts
and the gutter press wrote reviews, funding by the underworld
its all full of lies and fury. a macabre production signifying nothing
Ophelia patrons all in attendance, suitably warped, slanted and dim
a pound of flesh they  screamed as tempest raged in muddled minds
to be or not to be a herd of sheep or Iago's in the tragedy of delusions
and in this lynching theater the quality of mercy IS STRAINED
but
this
is
Shakespeare's own words below
and those with hearts and sane minds
still hail and take inspiration from a genius un-killable

It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God Himself;
I
Hides among the faces
Your sight goes right through him
As he stands there invisible

Sees you among the faces
But you wont know anything
As he stands there invisible

Disrupt the motion erase it
Now your heart's pale
It Looks so killable

— The End —