I bet I can help you
Realize your potential
You are a boulder
You are
All of the snow
At the top of a mountain
You could destroy everything
You could be lava
And remake the landscape
I have been my own
Self-executioner,
My own jailer,
and my own prisoner..
And the only one with the keys.
Alex Delorme
You were there - while I was shaking, while I break. while I become a puzzle - undone, back to what once I was.
I thought nothing could save me, not even you anymore could help. It was hell but you were there. There was rain.
So we could cuddle to reduce the pain. The flames burn a little less, you were there - and I could see your face, so I could see myself. i can't live without my guts And you've become a central part They say beware of that I say beware with your hearts, they're going to waste, they rot if you don't use them to love.
I’d read the words
day night
middle of the day
middle of the night
early late
any fucking time
I’d read words
jot on the line
put down in ink
pencil paintbrush
black
printers ink
& later now
pixels on a screen
I’d need to read
try to say
what I felt
useful
to me if not to you
neil benbow
there was a language
they used
different from the words we had
of sheets & blankets
ice on the inside of windows
jack frost they said
wooden clogs on feet
steel toes metal on heels
that sparked in fights
one set of clothes for school
or going to work
one for Sunday church
a coat for winter
jumpers pullovers cardigans
all these words scattered now
like sheep on a hillside
washed in spring sheets blankets
winter clothes
to be put away in cedar chests
until autumn came
a world now gone
those words we listened to
understood not a one
neil benbow
Feelings I Have Lost.
Why am I feeling sad,
Why am I feeling down,
Where once my lips were smiling,
Now all they do is frown.
Why does this sadness cling to me,
Why is my life so dull,
Why does my soul feel empty,
When once it felt so full.
Where have my friends all gone to,
When once they were so close,
Where are the flowers of yesterday,
When today no flower grows.
When will the rain stop falling,
When will the snow fields melt,
When will the sun come calling,
With the feelings I once felt.
©Ambrose Harte
©Scattered Thoughts
Dear Friends,
Today, I am saddened that history is repeating itself.
Untruth, Injustice, Oppression are still happening.
However, truth, justice and freedom shall live on so long as good people do not give up the pursuit.
What is needed is a constant reminder.
I am reminded of the famous speech (I Have A Dream), delivered by Martin Luther King Jr on 28 August 1963, when he spoke bravely and intently on the freedom of speech, elaborating on relevant (and universal) issues concerning injustice, oppression and racial discrimination.
However, it was his revelation of the ultimate truth that plucks a painful chord in the strings of compassion in my heart:
".... the greatest tragedy in the world today is not the evil that bad people do, but the indifference of good people."
I do find some consolation and some sense of liberation though - in and through the stirring speech by Sir Winston Churchill:
"You may fool some of the people all the time, and all the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time."
©Johnny J P Lee
18 September 2021
¿
how long
does it take her
to stop taking shit
?
~@pocketfullofpoesies , a year
Keeping tabs
Open, eyes perusing waiting
For the gotcha picture taking
Smile you're on candid camera
Spy vs. spy another round
Winner takes all but who wants it?
Hollow trophy made of fool's gold
Fill it with love potion number nine
Damn what's the number to the poison
Control line?! Oh wait false alarm
Walk it off all should be fine
Put on those mirrored lens wrap-
Around shades, stand out in the sun
Hoist a boombox to peeling shoulders
Blast Every Breath You Take
Unironically call it your song--
And some dare state romance is dead!
If only they could see the swoonworthy
Deeds done between two caught up
In the craze of folie a deux, their heads
Would explode as you both ride
Off into a nuclear sunset handcuffed
Together like outlaws for "love"
Modernized Bonnie and Clyde
.
i don't need or want
or expect thanks
but i sure as hell
won't be accepting
criticism
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies , on niceness
.
i notified you
like any decent person
would do
that i was putting up walls
and shutting down
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies , self-protection is my friend
.
i come back
because
i'm afraid you won't
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies
.
every
negative thing
you say
about
every
positive thing
i do
for you
teaches me
that i should stop
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies
.
it's the best
i can do
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies , and you still want more
.
some people
are thankless
for the nice shit
you do for them
.
some people
are you
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies , put your niceness where it won't be shit on
Are you aware-
that I'm bending your lens and spending your lights?
I'm blending the night into my escape between the creases of thin air- if you want to meet there, then tell me where you came from while I wait.
Was the hold you escaped, firm? Did it wring you out? Starve you like tape worm?Then tell me how you manage all your hate.
It’s funny how people need time to warm up to strangers,
having to see them five or six times in the general vicinity
before realizing they are not psychopathic drifters seeking
to steal your soul but merely fellow humans clutching to
the roller coaster we all share from morning to evening.
Why you can’t look someone in the eye the first time you
see them is a mystery to me because I do it every time, for
every person, and if you thought you were the last person
on earth and wandering a vacant landscape, you would too,
but maybe it’s only me that views the world in this way.
Every single person is a walking vessel of love and hatred,
memories and plans, hopes and dreams, capable of the most
selfless acts of kindness or vicious brutality, and most do
not fathom their potentials until time and circumstance put
a fist into their widened eyes and asks them to choose.
Every day, I choose kindness. I choose empathy. I choose
communication. I choose peace. I choose reaching out for
a stranger’s eye, their ear, their hand and making myself
known, unafraid of repercussion, leaving a trail of frowns
or smiles in my wake. I choose to be an authentic person.
We are the pretenders
We let it all just slip away
Our sweet loving in the darkness
Didn’t last the light of day
Did we simply fail the test?
Never made the final cut
Crashed and burned with all the others
All our loving just used up
I see you, know you, say hello
Watching time pass in your eyes
And I muse the constant nagging thought
Was it all just simply lies?
Why does love just burn and run?
Leave scars and tears spread in its wake
Why couldn’t we just last the distance?
What memories we never got around to make.
We are the pretenders
We let it all just slip away
Our sweet loving in the darkness
Didn’t last the light of day
Doug - First 2 lines are borrowed (slightly altered). If you don’t know from who I feel sorry for you
