I'm the girl in the clean, white dress
I sing hymns in church every Sunday
I'm the harried mother who's late to work
My kids are tardy to school every Monday
I'm the closet poet filling countless pages
Stories and poems are my secret therapy
I'm the girl in the backseat of your car
Working hard to maintain my popularity
I'm the ditz who sideswiped your truck
I'm so sorry, I thought I had room!
I'm the flirt, avoiding consequences
Lean closer, do you like my perfume?
I'm the mom at every practice & game
Dinner and homework, then bed by ten
I'm the woman who blew up her life
And guess what, I'd do it all over again
I'm a bad influence on your wife
Hypocrite, you're always DTF (down to fuck)
I'll bring a fruit tray for Bible study
1st Sunday of the month we do potluck
I'm the girl without an opinion
I don't need one, cuz I'm so pretty
I'm the girl who's words turn to razors
I'm quick, I'm sarcastic & witty
I'm the woman you hear at night
The wind carries the sound of my cries
I'm the woman who smiles at work
My happy face is part of my disguise
I'm the blushing bride with scarlet rouge
Lord knows, I shouldn't wear white
I'm the angry woman pacing the floor
When you decide to stay out all night
I'm riding in a bus full of 4th graders
Chaperone on the school field trips
I'm dancing alone when the music stops
While you study the curve of my hips
I'm the life of the party, I love to laugh
All eyes on me, I want your attention
I'm a woman lost, searching in vain
For purpose, or maybe even redemption
I'm an honor student with a 3.8 GPA
I'm a teenage alcoholic, out of control
I'm addicted to meth, 17 and strung out
I'll be your friend if you'll load the bowl
I'm a drunk, popping pills in an SUV
My son's cleats are in back on the floor
I'm having an affair with a 23 year old kid
Didn't you know? Never marry a whore
I'm 15 years old with my first black eye
My poor dad has to deal with my sass
I'm 19 with broken bones in my face
My high school sweetheart just kicked my ass
I'm a romantic fool, aka an enabler
I only love men who treat me badly
I'm teaching a class at work today
My students are scribbling notes madly
I'm a cougar prowling for a distraction
Since you left me alone and heartbroken
I'm a warrior fighting an abusive man
I'm still scared, but that truth stays unspoken
I'm a chameleon, adapting to every moment
I'm an actress with a thousand faces
I'll meet every need, anything for you
I'll call you my Lord, I'll sing your praises
I'm a fake, I'm a fraud, I'm an empty husk
I'm every woman you ever thought of
I'm your mommy, your bestie, your filthy slut
Tell me which face is worthy of your love?
Refrain of the Sea
choruses the refrain of the sea
Know when my tides
are ebbing and waning
Know where I flow
when I drift out to sea
wearing white knickers.
Feel sun’s lips on my foam.
Separate my colors and moods,
aquamarine of my soul.
Know what’s floating
on the other side
of the horizon, beckoning.
Assimilate myself boldly
into jettisoned sea life
embraced in my palms.
Count the grains of sand
sprinkled on windswept shores.
Caress the ships
rocking in my arms,
bringing brave sailors
safely home to their harbor.
Know that I am powerful
and can cause great harm.
my strength can
carry a tiny speck
on my white shoulders
across the expanses.
I echo through surf
to my wet progeny,
in life’s moisture
drinking your fill.”
Who are you
child of mine
if we put
on the line?
Lost and rootless
cut off from
the ancient tree
song of family.
shall you find
as you tramp
Maybe if we
we can find
King and country.
and five lay dead
savaged by the
black and tan
at youth and
the great divide
in an effort
to be free.
ignored the rest
and urged you
to do your best.
heroes and rebels
both in the code
own stars and
not the crowd.
Now you in turn
place your bets
against a fate
unkind or benign
but never quite forget
where you came from.
Feel the blood run
and the spirit rise:
do you feel Irish yet?
Know thyself before it is too late
For the world laughs at you as if it is great
Pokes if you are dumb
Criticizes if you feel guilty
Shuns you if you are meek
Runs over if you are slow !
You are the ruler of your fate
You are a born winner,
You decide your way
You chisel yourself
Your are nature's best creation!
To bring about the greatness all around
To bring peace and enlightenment into the world
To move ahead with diligence
To be the change you wish to be
To be the best of God's Creation on Earth!
Grab the opportunity
March forward armored with morality
To Prove to the world
Your are the one and one unique!
You are great!
So Know thyself...
I thought I ought to
ask my atoms
I ought to
think, thank, thunk.
Meditate me to a
stupid slumber but
can't apply these
alms to amens.
and my voice slow and still
and quiet and true and
I still don't know me
like you do.
(Brain for) Dessert
it's the sweet
cream but not
of a haphazard
from with time
core in hyper-
chill as external
Not to worry
the rage now
re-toss the nuts
Turning your gaze inward
Illuminating your most vulnerable soul
Light can not reach
The deepest depths of your psyche
Like a bottomless chasm
Too steep and slippery
It is full of secrets
Never to be revealed
Tangled memories and emotions
Like vines around a rocky crag
Invite the adventurer
To an endless quest
Stepping in is perilous
Free-falling to your doom
The world outside continues
And light eventually fades from view
A Gift Not Given
To write some words and claim we know ourselves,
As if words on a screen mean anything.
As if we can sum ourselves up-
Fifty words to capture a lifetime.
Adjectives, adverbs, toss in a noun and a verb:
A person, reflected on paper.
How can I show that I know myself
Through words and symbols on shallow screen.
The curve of a finger and the click of a key
Mean nothing of a glinting amber eye or the curl of hair,
Not to speak for the spark of mind or whirl of imagination.
Even if my eyes were dull and my hair lax,
My mind dry and my imagination still,
I cannot know all of my hidden depths
Not enough to give to you.
Known colourful dreamy waves
Not yet stacked
Residing in damsel
Tiding up and down in brain
Sitting, at least torrden lane
Analysing,Retrospecting again and again.
Standing ,trolling in progress of lane
Indulging in futuristic action waves
Again till the known dreamy waves
Get stacked not only in brain
In life of damsel as rainstrom hail
Upon realising that you are not the man you want to be,
There are a list of things that you might think. Here is one:
Grow a pair! You pathetic, neurotic sack of nutritionally deficient soil.
Stop crumbling the clod between your clumsy broken fingers
And wondering why your hands feel dirty!
The accumulation of partially decayed vegetation that depression has rotted your mind into needs some new seeds.
Let the heartbeat of new life reverberate in the peat they let devour you.
Forget the blood red thoughts that once arose in your weakened dreamlike state.
Get out of that bed you lie in and reach up to the sun like it isn't a giant burning ball of hell that holds the cloudless abyss you are too afraid to face!
Put on some shades, act cool! Don't let the heat dry you up anymore.
Feel every drop of rain that life can throw at you and let it run down your body, slide down the stem of your pain and soak into your soul so that when you go out again you will be ready to synthesize new methods of coping.
When you internalize those thoughts do it only so that you can take that experience and wear it like a jacket to protect yourself from any morning frost that might come your way. Be bold and don that coat like your body is in bloom and your brain is a receptacle of light and good times!
Let butterflies of wisdom land on your nose and spread there delicate wings of knowledge so that your fearful eyes will not overlook them. Breathe.
Then breathe again and let the air pass through your veins and fill you with the life you have been blessed with. Take that feeling and use it to fill your whole self with a renewed sense of purpose. Grow and change and be the man you want to be.
It can still be done.
Oh, and stop being such a hippy and comparing your feelings to flowers!