I remember thisAnd then there was thatI’d forgotten those firstsAll marked so carefully Funny how time siftsThrough all these saved thingsSo important in the whenNow covered and forgotten Layers of different strataOf different lives half livedCovered in newer layersOf intentions never become Separated by accumulationsOf the dust of memoriesSifting while gently shiftingWhat was to should …
PaintBy cindyNovember 3, 2021 I paint my feelings all aroundI paint the world so dull and brownI paint what I see and see what I paintIn a perfectly contained isolation tank! My focus is on what I seeAnd what I see is coming from me!I have the power to change all thisWhy do I choose …
Birth,Life,Death,Afterlife/Preexistance This cycle forms a Mandala. Resistance to any partOf this MandalaOnly extends and distortsOther portions. By accepting all equally,One can rest in the exactCenter,Being fully at oneWith the entireCycle. There’s not muchMovementIn the middle . . . but there’s peace. . . By cindy8/2/2010
Katty was a Persian.She had really, really long hair.But Katty was a mess!She had knots everywhere! Katty had no oneTo fix her long, long hair,So it stuck out all over.It stuck out everywhere! To Katty, it didn’t matter.She really didn’t careThat hair stuck out in lumps.Lumps and bumps everywhere! But all others who saw herWould …
Is a flower better than the dirtThat suports and nourishes it? Is a plant better than the rain dropsThat fall to its leaves and cleans it? Is a bird better than the sky,The firmament that holds it aloft? Are you better than meNow that I’ve filled your needs,Nurtured your dreams,And given you the space to …
Some once on top,Had fallen in a pit.So many fell,They did scarcely fit Some still on topFeigned little had occurred.Ignoring all around,No trouble so to stir. Some still on topLooked where their fellows went.And stood, looking downInto the pit, half bent. Some of the someLooking down, did blameThe ones down belowWith words meant to shame. …
My body longs to be sick.My body remembers how.My body yearns for release.It needs the rest anyhow. It dreads facing today.It dreads the judgemental mess.It knows just what to do…To release all the pent up stress. Which sick will it induce?Which illness will it let stay?Which symptoms will do the trick,To keep me out of …
In a world of haves and havenotsYou sit, surrounded by minionsAnd hold court, for all there areWho would nibble up your leavings. You bask in the adulationOf those from whom you have stolenSelf worth, autonomy, independence,All fitting trades for the illusion That you are in chargeYou are the centerYou fill each room completelyLeaving space for …
Opinions don’t abound.In fact, very few have one.When simple things confoundOr “tittilate” or “profund”Most stop to look around… To see to what others agreeIs that of which to take note.Once decided by majority decree,Almost by subliminal vote,They then set themselves free To liberally apply and shareThe opinion that they’ve borrowedAnd make the others awareOf all …
I lie here in the nightMy favorite time to writeAnd all I can think of is youYour commission I just blewI am blocked I lie here in the darkAwaiting words to empartBut sales is the only soundNo other words to be foundI am blocked By day you call me a lotMy nights are just as …
There are timesWhen the people in my heart,Or the people in my head,Are more real to meThan the peopleIn front of my face. There are timesWhen my dreams carry me on.When all around me is shadow,While inside me is the true.The imagined, the only trusted.The unreal, the only real. There are timesWhen I am communing …
The sun’s still shining.Tho earth pauses in its spin.All stops, now you’re gone. By cindy4/20/2019
They say the universe is Fickle.Which can put us in quite a PickleBecause Fickle is not only servingJust and only the deserving… By cindy4/15/2019
I remember the future,The way it will be . . ….I recall little flashes,Of all that we’ll see . . ….Then poof . . ….I realize the future,It is without me . . . … By cindy4/4/2019
What would the world be like If children were in charge? How would our days be stacked If a 5-year-old set the schedule? How would our bodies look If we ate what a 3-year-old ate? If we danced like a 2-year-old danced? How would foreign policies change If we served cookies and milk At summit meetings, Then took naps together On floor pads around the table? What …
A “Me” was bornFrom two other “Me’s”,Eyes still closed while heRooted around for purchase. The “Me’s” mouth Formed a perfect “O”And meeped out his first sentence. . .. . . “Me” . . . The maternal and paternal“Me’s” exclaimedProud of what they’d created,“He is of We” The “Me’s” little fist Thrumbed rhythmical timeAs if to say, “Nay!Ye …
What was I thinking? What is the shape of a balloon as it falls up to the sky? Does it hold its own, or is it defined by its surroundings? Does it succumb to the pressure within or to the pressure without? Does it eventually equalize, and find a strata wherein it bobs forever? Does …
The day of the great race had come.The crowds stood shivering in the sun,Awaiting the outcome, for just oneWould be told that they had won. Four teams stood huddled together,Nervously talking to their fellows.All teams, dressed in the same color,Reds, blues, greens and yellows. The instructions were very clear.Each team was given one stick.The stick, …
Where do the words go?The ones spent along the wayIn exchange for something or otherWhen barterers come out to play? Where are the words collectedAt the end of each transaction?Can they be tallied all togetherFor the close of each done day? Do the words meet a said quota?Let positives and negatives combine.Can we levee profitals …
Saint Patty is the dayWhen I shall wear grayI shant pick the sideOf those who can’t abideOther’s diversityIt’s just a travesty… Saint Patty is the dayWhen I shall wear grayI’d rather suffer a pinchThan not give an inchAlongside those who won’t forgiveThe way others happen to live Saint Patty is the dayWhen I shall wear …
What was I thinking? Have you ever watched someone fall, too far to help, too helpless to not watch? Have you ever just stood, riveted in place, and watched a person fall? What is the first thing the person does, after a fall? Do they take stock and check for harm? Do they rearrange, fix …
Whats it likeTo be heart sick?To look all around And see only the takers?Only the users? Only the hungry?Only hunger?What’s it like? Do you know? What’s it likeTo be betrayedBy your own self?To turn into a machineCraving the one thingThat leads To its DestructionWhat’s it like? Do you know? What’s it likeTo sell ones own self?Just a bauble. Just a body.Just a …
I’m stuck in my own skinJust singin my songAnd being the meI’ve been all along I’m stuck in my own skinJust doing the thingsThat along with it allBeing me brings I’m stuck in my own skinJust walkin the walkAlong for the rideAnd talkin the talk I’m stuck in my own skinNo change within meNo growth …
You said you didBut you didn’tAnd you don’tAnyone who didJust wouldn’tThey just couldn’tBut you areWhich means you don’tAnd probably never evenThough you said you did… I said I didAnd I still doEven though you don’tSo I’m going to thisBecause you thatEven though I still doI will still thisBecause you said you didBut you didn’tSo there! …
FRETTY: What Was I Thinking?” Fretty the Fractious Frog was brought into this world one year ago, on the very eve of the shortest, yet seemingly longest, month of the year. It seems appropriate for this frog, who is caught in a perpetual pattern of his own making, to have been born in the crack between …
“WHAT WAS I THINKING?!!!” There are moments in life that are so full that one moment can’t contain itself. There are moments so profoundly intense that one moment spills over to the next, and the next, and so on, until all future moments become tinged with the color of sorrow, or laughter, or pain, or …
These stories write themselves. Each one is a reflection of a human condition. Each one is open enough to individual interpretation to engage any reader of any age. A two-year-old helped me list what Olyvianna’s “ink” could represent; crying, laughter, anger, sadness, silliness… Later, as her mother disciplined her for not eating her lunch, this …
We generally arrive alone, though sometimes we arrive in sets. We spend a moment growing, a moment budding, a moment blooming, and a few moments shedding all life’s accumulations before we return to that from which we came. As we view our own lives unfolding, the wise of us come to realize that this is …
What would you say our number one most important resource is? Some say cash, some would say oil, others would say land, water, or air. How about time? I would contend, however, that the most important resource, for any species, is its next generation. Theodore Levitt, the marketing genius, once said “People don’t want to …
There is a worldBetween one heartbeat And the nextIt is our worldMeet me there An entire lifetimeBetween one sleepAnd it’s wakeIt is our worldMeet me there I’ll follow your life beatOr you follow mineEither way doesn’t matterThe dream is the lineMeet me there By cindy1/30/2019
It’s hard to want to be hereAnymoreWhere othersDictate How to be, What to be,Where to be, When to be,With whom to beMeTo Thee It’s hard to want to be here AnymoreWhen dreams of a greater purposeHave all been crushedBy well-meaning know-it-alls Who always know bestWhere my path must lie It’s hard to want to be here AnymoreWhere those who …
Someone might listenBut there is nothing to sayBecause there is no one To say it to… By cindy1/9/2019
I write storiesPersonifications of real lifeReal circumstancesReal charactersDistilled down intoQuaint and fanciful Stories… Others wrote stories“The Little Prince”Handed off to a friendOne week off the pressWith a “Read this, it’s quite grand”Followed by an exit, never to return, Or so they say, in theStories… Politicians write storiesUs vs. ThemYou all must go defendYou must give up your …
I am a Subject Subjected to Subjective Subjectivity I am aVariableVaried byVarieties ofVacillatingVaguenesses I am a LikenessListed inLexiconical Liquification ofLampoonisticIllucidity I am aPerceptionPersonified inPolysemicalParallelisticPartitions ofPantomisticApproximations I am anAnythingButMeToYou… By cindy3/27/2018
We are born to die.The only thing sadder, Is the realization thatOur cries for help Will eventuallyBe unansweredAt the very last.Which is the lie?The 99 saves orThe last and finalUnsave?Ultimately,Inevitably,We won’t survive We will most certainly die,As we were born to die…A loan By cindy7/2/2018
One day Skeeter got bored.He sat watching cars on a road.“I will be faster. I will go farther.I will be better,” Skeeter started to goad. “Skeeter runs fast!Skeeter runs far!Skeeter hops on To a speeding car!” He hopped from car to car,To reach the front of the line“I will be faster than fastOnly then will I really shine” But there was no front …
An age said “This is good.“That is bad.“I am good “Because I’m not bad.” The next age lookedAnd deemed the good badReaching back to redefine itAnd labelled itself goodThat once was bad. New ages flippedThe good and the badBack and forthRedefining allThat had come before Setting each age upTo be judged once more,Flipping and flopping Across the shoalsOf …
I am the suffererThe one left behindI am the pain bearerOut of sight, out of mind While you indulge wildlyI sit home aloneSleepless and fretfulFor your sins I atone Hopes and dreams I have noneThey have long ago been dashedFrom your previous escapadesAll were thoroughly smashed We are so connectedThat I live through it allI …
I apply my words To cover the hurtErasing what’s been said I apply more wordsTo soften the blowsOf what is in your head I fuss all aroundAnd attempt to distractAnything to take it away The blank lookThe empty eyesI finally know not what to say I love you so,I hope you knowAnd finally I take my …
Something there isThat doesn’t have a name.It can’t be named,Buts names us within its mores. Something there isThat doesn’t have a face.It can’t be seen,But sees our attempts to be seen. Something there isThat doesn’t have a peerIt has no equalBut peers through eyes of our peers Something there isThat doesn’t have substance.It can’t be …