I thought
I was clever
the first to
post
blank page
But
I was not
clever
nor the first
Life
without computer
I would not
have known
and I would
have still
thought
I was the most
clever
and first
But
life with
computer
allows me
to adjust
and edit
and alter
my clever
thoughts
Stained Light Blue shards splintered by inentional lies,Red glass cracked from fires we sparked,Violet dreams shattered, amber hope left sharp. We gather the jagged, each edge an allegory,Fingers gently sweep what we soiled,Wiping away blood, sweat, grit; the costly repair. From refuse, we raise stained-glass light,Fragments fused, sun streaming through scars,A united window, once broken…
Stricken by shameful fortune,Master declines to take in truth:Without hapless, humble helpers,Your wealth wouldn’t see much growth. They demand we dedicate endless daysAnd nights to increase their profit marginsLining pockets with silver and gold While worker wages remain bitterly cold This pitiless pattern continues day by dayClock in clock out in exchange for hourly pay‘Till…
The doorhas been unlockedbeckoning allto step in and sit. Will eyesconsider the big pictureor will theyfocus on a trivial detail? Will earsheed the countless pleasor will theyecho beguiling blather? Will heartswarm up to healing compassionor will theycongeal like a winter pond? Will mindsforage for factsOr will theysettle for effortless excuses? It depends Will welisten? Will…
Late Bloomer or Lead Guitarist? My Rockstar Quest I’m going to be a rockstar. Mind you, I am starting later than conventional wisom recommends, but I come equipped with more than dreams. I have a cache of musical skills that have been quietly pickling since childhood. Piano lessons and summer band sessions build the foundational…
We walk past the unnoticed,Insisting they remain unseen.Shout over the unspoken,Their words unheard, assured. In streets lined with untouchables,Eyes fixed on paths familiar, unyielding.Real problems of heart lie hidden, unresolved,Questions unanswered, unexplored, obscured. Will pleadings touch unyielding ears?Will the unmovable whisper, “Let’s try?”Will the unengaged refocus eyes?Will we listen to understand?
I can’t conceiveNow’s our timeTo whisperGoodbye,Adiós. We just met mereMoments, three days—Now,My fire for youFlamesFiercely Like the pepperyPulseOf local fare,Your zestful spiritSpurs my ceaseless Craving Yet, I must move,ReturnTo a lifeLaden with contracts,Crammed Compulsions I know not if againOur paths will cross,But you now dwell,A steadfast spark,WithinSoul