~Stori~

A quote I made (to my knowledge) meaning Be happy with your decisions, occupation, denomination, actions, and associations with friends, be happy with the world you live in and find the peace of contentment through each facet of this lucid lifetime. I find this helps, but it takes a constant upkeep; it isn't granted, it is earned and lived!

Those old cold bars.

Long hallways and concrete.

In dreams we meet because I want you

I want it too; to build a life.

To have someone to be good to.

Let me show you our dreams are possible.

And lets keep dreaming while we’re awake!

Take in ourselves a knowledge of compassion.

Learn one another to solidify those people we are trying to be.

Take my hand and hold me.

Take another hack at convincing me I am beautiful,

And lets awkward talk till the Sun comes up.

I want to share my sunrises with you.

I want to be that safe place that you come home to;

No matter where we are.

It is you and me.

Lets be who we really are;

Two individuals indivisible, Free, and just for each other.

We have a chance

ill take your offer.

it is still,

and quiet this night

i saw a star a while ago,

the same one i saw

a month or so ago,

in the wee hours of the late morning,

just before daybreak,

greeted me

lonely star,

alone in the northwestern sky

fourty feet off the tree lined horizon

twinkling in atmosphere's air

moving from the still fixed gaze

of my still, propped head

suspended in a pool of water

my tired body, bouyant warmed

for my lonely head

the movement of the earth

perpetually from time immemorial

from west to east on its axis eternally

as i lay still, immobile

this lone, sacred star

moved ever so slightly

by the turn of the universe

as it moves from west,

to the north of east

movement ever so miniscule

to my transfixed eyes

like movement a growing plant,

in the shadow of the turning earth,

slowly in the space

i haven't seen it since

it's been the weather

or my hurried state of mind

for that lonely star,

the same i saw

a month or so ago,

in the wee hours of the late morning

just before the daybreak greeted me

this evening there was a mist,

a fog in the air

it had been raining,

a welcomed rain

the kind of rain you wait for,

but it comes by hard to get,

the kind you pray for,

if you be a God fearing man

when all is dry,

and your thoughts stick

to the back of your world torn throat

the kind of state taken

when locked up inside

four walls of climate control

devoid of question for its absence

that is the rain

or the sound of quiet

the kind that soothes the soul and mind

absent the vibration of 5G

technology

when in the state,

of no time to see stars,

given to the warrant, of the thought,

justified by the drought

to global warming, perhaps

for lives, if affected,

move along oblivious,

content,

or else in a state of unconcious atrophy,

devoid of the complete history of man

substituted for the present state of things

the scientific lie

and if it should scuff the reality of such,

the truth of the truth

then be quick to curse,

criticize the Almighty

as human nature prone to do

though they may deem themselves

agnostic

or

atheistic

or

evolutionists

or pantheistic,

in such quelling

their displeasure and discomfort

until it comes,

whether the rain,

or

a relief of pain

and then the resumption of the course

of daily living,

believing all things will endure

no thought of tomorrow's demise

for we are not eternal

apart from the sacrifice of the son

and his enduring love and grace

i miss that star

i equate it with the rain

that came what seemed to be too long,

that helped against the drought

that helped me place myself

a reflective state to talk with him

i wonder what lies beyond it

i know it's still there

whether i see it or not

i know its beyond my grasp

for now it shines,

in the bright sunlight

of day unseen,

but still there

just like reality

it speaks good things

it shines at night and throughout the years

as it has since its creation

it will shine and witness the end of this age

and it will shine until the remaking of the cosmos

as God ordained

i will make time for it again

it has a name

God gave them all one

one day i will know its name

i will be granted to know its purpose

when i and those who yearn for a new age

a new kingdom

to replace this corruption

will shine like it

and brighter still,

because

we yearn to live the truth

we aspire to right

we love, love

we love the Lord God of eden's stage

the creator of all things

believe in him

lonely star among trillions

shining though untold dimensions

in a vast unending universe

replete with untold wonders

lonely star,

i wish to ride

upon your waves of light

and reach the edge of forever

lonely star,

shining light in black of space

like you i stand and live by grace,

bright in a fallen world,

sustained by fearless hope, i stand

in his promise of immortality

You were right there this whole time.

As if you were suddenly illuminated.

The time I've missed you

Missed being your miss.

I miss you

Now I

Know.

I'm

Getting tight

In a tight room

Where the head-lights

Are maniacally swinging

From outside,

As they try in their

Desperate way

To break through

The gloom

That's took

Hold...

...My hands reach out,

And pierce the semi-

Protective layer!...

What the fucks this stuff,

Anyway?...

...No way of knowing

Nothing

No how...

I'm...I'm...I'm...

...I'm a fright, and...

My body ignites...

...Behind the screens

And long drapes

I escape...

...When you've

Gone out,

And I'm left to me own

Miraculous devices...

...You could

Make yourself useful,

And bring me

Back

Exotic fruit,

Or you could

Bring me back

Death...

...But we all have our

Rotting place,

And here amongst the

Jewels,

And red tape,

In this place where I'm

Up against the wall

With live choices...

...I'm

Getting tight

In a tight room

Where the head-lights

Are maniacally swinging

From outside,

As they try in their

Desperate way

To break through

The gloom

That's took

Hold...

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

The poetry in text messages....

song

meaning

unsaid words

spaces

Emojis that capture it all,

at the right time

The missing of human contact....

Eye to eye

Real smiley faces

A place

Memories

But the poetry...

The poetry.

Is what we love.

She was his favorite. She was first and had always been. You could tell by the way he looked as he spoke of her when she wasn't there... when he talked about back "then." By the wonder in his eyes, and the perceptible smile that would momentarily pull across that ever serious face. By his irritation even! ...and I was second. Always second.

Yet somehow okay with that. When she was not there, and she mostly wasn't, I was the reliable alternate, the unreal number two. A perplexing presence, not at all taken for granted. The one who in time of duel was there like a shadow. Seconding. The one who, on hearing his spoken or unspoken doubts, answered— in a second. Unhesitating. There with a needed hug though being his second-thought. 

When he began to speak to me of the Prodigal Son one night, I nodded and sighed. We understood each other. I knew on which altar he would slaughter his heart. And accepted it as right and just. She was special. The one. It pained and grieved him to recognize it and try to explain it, but knew too well that I was past the point of deceiving... having been there all along... from the time that things went wrong... 

You are not human, would be his awkward compliment... for all her flaws she was very much on his mind, part of the conversation; real, even when gone. And I would listen, taking my portion, for what it was... feeling second to none.

#FavoritePersons #ChallengeInspired

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I've written myself

now into past tense

behind the glass of

new things obsolete

...not there, not at all

since you had been there

watching with a lens

writing past perfect

having brought poetry

out from obscurity...

We had left our shelves

#Depreyson #BakitKaNariyan #Challenge

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