"restructured" poems
They say
you only know
what you're made of
when you're broken.
I found out
I am made of Lego blocks -
capable
of being destroyed
rebuilt
restructured
from one form to the next.
I have been
a dark fortress
with dungeons and dragons
and creatures
that crawl out from the night
But I have been broken down
I have been taken down,
piece by piece by little piece,
lost a couple of parts,
and now
is slowly being rebuilt
into a treehouse
full of rainbows, fairies
and happy thoughts
Ahh Neverland, that's what they call it
And I will fly
My one and only Wendy
to this new home.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
Flow through,
trickle down
Bubble up ~
keep your head up.
Don't think,
don't blink
Just got to tighten those purse strings
and see what that brings
as usurious hedging
grows into a bigger thing.
Are we hitting the Wall
while Street fighting Bears?
Are we wrestling the Bull
while waiting for a Soprano to sing?
Ain't no one ringing that bell
as far as I can tell.
So I am knowing, seeing, raising
IOU's
and paying it forward into
a restructured karmic debt
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Restructured
The fiber of my being
Reordered
The placement of my priorities
Reconsidered
The core of truths validity
Realigned
My moral compass and sense of duty
Rediscovered
The spark of my life and ingenuity
Recommited
Life
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Drama queen dreams
have been restructured
by good therapy
which has exposed
how close I was
to practicing popping.
Stabilizers expected
to shorten the time
between hurt and healing.
She said a week
or 2 is enough
time to try again.
Scared straight sane
by the threat
of a prescription
and the visual
of the structure
of my categories.
Troubled by realizations
of not loving them all
as much as some others.
I say "I Love You"
more to them
than some family
hear it from me.
Loved, they should Be.
Revision in progess.
It is my work
since it takes much
longer to sink in.
Real love is constant.
I've experienced pain
then emotionally reneged
when a higher love
was due and within
my giving power.
Make a decision,
she said. I am
reading the lines
instead of marking
my dreams between them.
I flip closing pages
while a tilted can
revives a life, once,
wilted in my hands.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
When I breathe,
You breathe.
As I sit by this angry fire,
I am at war and at peace.
Your face lingers,
Like dust on a bookshelf,
Like the stench of old cologne,
But I am no longer consumed by it.
My overwhelming desire,
Is a distant memory.
You restructured my being,
A living-lifeless paradox.
Your laugh melted my walls,
And your eyes were magic stones.
Your lips were soft as snowflakes,
And sometimes just as cold.
Every now and again,
I'm swarmed by memories of you.
They no longer bring me anguish,
Or unbearable tear-filled dreams,
But proof that we were real.
And we always will be.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
You know that feeling?
When you remember a moment
Restructured to fit what your emotions desire
And then it’s born
Out of empty space
Nostalgia, a blue flower
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
Remembering My first taste of coffee--
just another commodity
standing outside Lowell Tech, a local factory,
a city corner in Haverhill snows— a worker's town
Passing out leaflets for a vapid Revolution
Another action/demonstration
to “Seize the Day!”
No computers; no social media
to fill the ranks of rallies at that time
So we froze our ***** off
trying to explain with sound bites, frosted breath
and fogs of rhetoric
A truth-- so tyranic, remote, arcane
too preposterous to even process
let alone explain
Standing there behind
its barbed wire reality
smoking from its stacks
the poisons of its process
Standing there
Stamping blood into my feet
Trying to convince my freezing self
my breaking heart
that all this truth?
was truly worth it!?
as I threw my education and my life away--
Trying to convince
...that inside that building
IT-- was being made
****** and
that Agent of Death and Defoliation
of an orange persuasion
so our war could have its way
with rice paddies and jungles
and people of a browner, poorer smaller bent
While on the home-front
we filled the mill with unwilling bodies
that died somewhere else
off site...
“Outta sight”
...or maybe some years later
from toxins dumped in river
left to leach to cancers somewhere else
into the ground they sink
Through tentacled subsidiaries
restructured divestments
Legal dismissals
of responsibility
the players run like roaches
for the exits
One fast move after another
they dissolve disperse
morph into
renamed ****** entities
Clean up their storefronts
clean out our pockets
while “providing jobs”
“investing in community”
along the way
Putting on a Goodwill Tour
Then
taking it away
“What? We never said....”
We'll take you down
leaving only the stench behind
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
To die without rhythm
and bleed without rhyme
Each wish left unspoken
in coupling divine
New heartbeats unwritten
that call from within
Their cadence restructured
all verse—now a hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016 )
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Just when everything was pieced back together, it explodes.
Gears and pulleys no longer function as they should.
No respect, or decency for an abused harborer of blood.
Each time stripped and pulled apart.
Restructured with stitches of lies and broken promises.
Cracked open by the unworthy.
Tainted by ***** hands, and chipped blackened finger nails.
Cut and infected, poisoned and bruised.
Stupid thing.
Crying "love me, love me!" over again.
**** it learn!
No longer make yourself out of soft, breakable, easily torn.
Instead surround with metal and iron.
Impenetrable.
Make it so.
I blame you.
I will stitch your mouth shut with iron thread.
I will make it so that you beat only to live a little longer.
I will stop listening, I will no longer allow you to have a say.
You will become nothing to me.
I am sending you to the basement, I am taking all feelings away.
You will no longer roam free.
You will become my unspoken shame.
You will be the secret that I keep.
No one will come to know you.
No one will ever see you again.
You cease to exist this very day.
I will not feed you, I will allow you to die.
I will chain you up and watch you wither away.
You don't deserve to live for what you have done to me.
I trusted you to many times and now you must pay.
I lock you up.
I bury you deep.
The only link you have to me is the blood you pump through my veins.
I owe you nothing.
From this day forward you are dead to me.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
I wish…
for bygone days
when folks put families first
Not jobs
Not climbing a corporate ladder
Not competing with the Jones
for bigger homes, better cars, smarter kids.
I wish…
for sublime satisfaction
thru the experience of God’s creation
Not from computers & video games
Nor TV & movies
smart phones or social media.
I wish…
that people did not suffer
When their jobs become obsolete
outsourced, redesigned, or restructured.
When they are pressed into conflicts
in their cities, states, or countries
For the sake of another’s perceived privilege
or personal gain.
But the Genie is out of the bottle…
Set free by wasted wishes
Carelessly contrived
Without lasting purpose or value
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
On my pony and trap with a pipe in my mouth and wearing a cap
I am gaining on evolution
a solution I see
revolutionary
in the eye of a storm laden cloud I will be
restructured
cut down to base and relaced with the strings of a heavenly bow
and you
will
narrowly miss the arrows of kisses I'll fire because evolution's not perfect and things need direction a bit more perfection and two minutes on the slow cook
according to the book
written by monks with tonsures and placed into the trunk of an elephant
elegant really
totally unexpected and something else not quite perfected but we try as best as we can.
I feel that Lear lingers near me and peeps over my shoulder
whispering words in my ear
that's Lear
and he's getting bolder with tales of mad cats and of men smoking pipes sat in pony and traps
he's quite mad you know
but friends are hard to find and you've got to take them as they come
mad or not
Lear is fun.
So off I go with my bow in my hand and another in my hair just to complete the ensemble
and they all clap me on except Lear 'cause he's gone
fishing for raindrops.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
There was life before you.
There was
air
in my lungs.
...There was even love.
Can you even fathom it?
I knew love before you?
I knew the warmth of
firm
hands
and
the racing of a
happy
heart.
I was no neophyte romantic-
You just reshaped me-
restructured a
fraction
of my world.
You became my weakest foundation,
and when I fell...
so did your fidelity.
My,
we fell so hard.
But while you fall into empty arms,
I fall into hopeful futures.
I'm learning to
live again.
And someday...
I'll even re-learn to love.
There is life after you.
There is
air
in my lungs.
Why, there will even be love.
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 5:10 PM UTC
like trying to put broken glass back together again--
the scattered shards skillfully restructured
into a perfect whole;
but not so perfect, really.
the straggling seams where the shards were restructured
are still perfectly in sight.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
She was pushed, into a box, no, that is not right,
she was made to accept, inhuman acts, what a sight,
how dare he do it?
So much hate and vociferous violence directed,
at an innocent, she was starving, for the opposite,
he shamed himself and blamed her.
Bit by bit and piece by piece, she was disassembled,
restructured and her psyche crumbled till she trembled,
even her her sleep.
There is a millstone with his name on it, he is not alone,
that admission makes me not sad but mad, he may be
alive, forgive and forget not, before God, to atone.
Next stop Hell.
To her friends;
You did not fail, although you might have those
ransomed thoughts, if she was but an angel, you did your best and chose,
to help one who was spirited away, you did your best and God knows.
I have no other words to comfort you, in this tragic loss.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
These two fold expressions arent meant
from poverty where masks are worn at a young age
Old white men
Gentiles
We live in odd times
Where we need to be protected from extremist radicals and that includes those whose job it is to protect us
The state which when alienated from the populace is an enemy
And how can I learn to trust my brother when he may be the one that puts me down?
Complexities are disavowed,
Scorned by nature as being argumentative
And still I have something to say
This way we're going wont end in laughter or *******
It becomes a monster of reciprocity
Spewing disinterest, hatred -
Hey man!
Whatever sells!
The printing presses dont stop
The digital era beacon pulses
We must understand
That when we only consume
We will never have the time to contemplate
Our societies, and by that mean our economies, must be restructured to include and value periods of boredom, breaks for laughing, and vacations for intimate ****** exchanges like kissing,
clittoral licking,
doggie style bucking.
Our happiness will increase
Our weight will drop
And we will find that we do have meaning on this rock
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
I stayed in the dark Waiting
Waiting for you to come back
Thinking and wondering what I lacked
I tried giving you my all
But your satisfaction was way beyond it all
In fact you weren’t satisfied at all
You left, without saying goodbye
And denied me the chance to ask why
I heard the news but told myself it’s a lie
Until I was alone in our room
Standing wifeless in our home
With tears raining down my eye
If not the chance to stop you
What of that to say goodbye
What of that to wish you well?
What of that to say I love you for the last time
It’s my dream one day you come by
Just so I can say hi
So you will know the person I’ve become
I thought of it and now know how
If only I could turn back the hands of time
You would forever be mine
In your absence I have restructured myself
And I hope he loves you more than I
Anything less, you are doomed
Farewell my dear........
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
It’s a rising wave of emotion
surging under my skin,
and wiping away all thoughts
except the thoughts of you;
Those could never be wiped away.
*And your kiss sparks a flame
that makes me forget my own name
as I breathe your air and run my fingers
through the soft, dark strands of your hair
And I think I taste ambrosia on your tongue,
the food of the gods sweet on your lips.*
**Oh, I cannot contain this, this feeling
of euphoria and passion, pure and deep;
I do not want to contain it, I want you to see
what this is that you’re doing to me:
You’ve torn down my walls,
you’ve restructured my heart,
And you’ve woven yourself inside my skin
so that you’ll forever be a part
of me.**
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
If we restructured
the butchers would want a bigger slice of the pie,
greed is nothing new either under the sun
or the blue steel of a gun.
in for a penny, infrastructure if any has failed and eternity sailed in the Titanic.
supposing being sick of the same old things
always waiting and wondering ,
what is it that tomorrow brings to a yesterday but
the slings and other **** Shakespeare mentions.
supposing Medici could teach me to float
in Venice, no boat?
no chance.
There's only so many slices and so they restructure the prices to
cut out the wheat from the chaff and who decides wherein greed resides?
not the pauper or maybe he's one with the gravy, the train rumbles on
the rich ***** about the poor and the poor ponder on inequality
I
wander through this scenery ******* it in and
unsign my autograph on these pages of sin.
It was Wednesday in a suitcase in case you were wondering,
unpacked and folded away.
I tried to remember the year
but the year is now and it's here
and how has it altered my views?
I tread warily past the one who
will betray me.
always being friendly
also has a
price.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC