Poof
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
Worry?
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 …
THE ME
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 …
MY WORD
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 …
GRAY
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 …
I ASK UOY
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 …
BEING ME
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! …
MEET ME THERE
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
HERE
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 …
STORIES
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 …
SUB
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
A LOAN
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
AGES
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 …
THE SUFFERER
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 …
IN YOU
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 …
MORES
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 …
LOOKING BACK
Love looks a whole lot differentFrom old age looking back.There’s certainly a lot less grabbingAnd grasping at this and that! There’s also much less needingAnd trying to elicit change.There’s much less manipulation,And attempts to rearrange. Love looks a whole lot differentWhen existence is the only Preexisting requirementAgainst being lonely. By cindy8/16/2017
DEAR FAMILY
There is nothing wrong with meThat a nice little chat won’t fixWithout attempts to makeover me.Stop walling me in with your bricks. I use strange little words like quantumAnd relativistic, median and quarksBut that doesn’t mean something’s off in me, I have just a few endearing quirks. I go through life in isolationThinking thoughts too big …
LUMP
… me … … alone in the dark … … one anonymous lump … … alone … together … … amid others … … anonymous monk-lumps surround me … … but it’s just me … … being me … … being with me … … alone with me… “I think I have found my calling …
THE NOT ME
I painted myself bigger than me I painted myself with clout I painted myself sturdy and strong I painted myself so stout I painted a construct, big and tall So it could speak in my voice I painted it so that it could be me I felt I had no choice I hid in its …
In Full Sight
The world celebrated With wild cacophonous thrashings Jostling for the notice While I hid Alone In full sight The world vied With wild cacophonous thrashings Jostling for the notice While I hid Alone In full sight The world fought With wild cacophonous thrashings Jostling for the notice While I hid Alone In full sight The …
SLICES
My eyes point to the front of me To gather up what they can see A bit to the left, A bit to the right, A bit to the up, A bit to the down, But mostly just a slice Straight in front of me My eyes carve out small paths To scoop up little …
REVERB
Bad occurs. Echoes reverberate distortions: “Why me” “Why me” “Why me” “Whiny” “Whiny” “Whiny” Bad recurs. Echoes reiterate contortions: “Why NOT me” “Why NOT me” “Why NOT me” “NOT me” “NOT me” “NOT me” Bad complies, And looks for a different “Whiny” By cindy 2/26/18
I OWE YOU
Words in phrase, so closely aligned, When said in ways, become maligned. “I love you”, can in context become “I owe you”, in another’s view. A gift freely given, to or from, Becomes obligation, misconstrued. By cindy 2/25/18
DROP
My love, you are a drop of water, My glittering, chosen one. You distort the light And splice the sun. You dazzle the eye And dim the mind. You are an amorphous mass Held in tight symmetry By surface tension. My love, you are a drop of water, While I, I am the ocean. I …
WITHIN
WITHIN By cindy 8/19/2017 Between The tangible and the intangible Lies my self You are here, but are not You are not here, but here you are Words may fail me Words may fall flat Words may pale and disappear Words may never be spoken It matters not You may be, or be not It …
REALIZATION
REALIZATION By cindy 8/20/2017 I realized something this morning. I realized that I am okay. I realized that I’m a good person Way down really deep inside I’ve been having some hard times Mostly from loved ones showing me Things that are flawed, wrong, or broken About myself, that I couldn’t see. But of all …
DEAR CASE WORKER
DEAR CASE WORKER By cindy 8/27/2017 I went back to bed again This morning, after I woke. I wasn’t really tired, at all. I’d just reread what you wrote. I’m sure they thoroughly train you To do what you do to your queue. I’m sure its very interesting The contortions I have to go through. …
QUESTIONS
A leading question Stood in the front All smug and knowing And rather blunt A few little answers Ventured to say But the leading question Shook its head, “Nay! “There’s only one answer. All others rejected.” So all of the answers Turned away dejected. “Come on! Give a try!” The question kept prying. But they …
SCARLINES
Said the old one To the young, “You dare to study my scars? You think to understand? You will fail me! It will take your life and then some To map each and every mar. You will never even come close To my deepest central core. For your lifeline will Forever be short Of mine, …
TEMPERMANENCE
The stairs are well polished, Each step, in the middle, From feet having shuffled Past centuries of riddle. Lichen and moss banished, While ivy nods assent, Muffling the steps, Of each devotee’s decent. The steps hollowed out, ‘Neath worn pious feet. Where did the tops go? Did the stones themselves retreat? Do tiny granite particulates …
PRETTY
He told me I was pretty I replied, “Pretty what?” He hemmed and hawed And spluttered for a while Then repeated himself again, Saying I was just pretty. Just pretty, that was all. But I can’t help but to wonder At this surface qualification. What makes him think “pretty” When his eyes look upon my …
CIRCADIAN REASON
It seems to me The closer we be To life’s boundary The more we can see The value in rhyme And rhythm sublime Is it nearness in time To the Devine? For a babe in arm Is easy to charm With a rhythmic pat Upon the back Or a nursery rhyme All chanted in time …
CRABS IN A FISH BOWL
“Earth to cindy, are you there?” No, I am not, for I am elsewhere. I’m flying a kite, high in the air, To capture the sparklies I know are up there. I picnic in jail, to make a point, The only righteous place in this depraved joint. I heal the sick, and teach to pray …
TRUST
Is paranoia a valid, Classifiable Condition, If all avenues of Trust Have actually been Betrayed? Is it not just a Label That is used to Obfuscate Blame From those Who are wont To use labels As, yet, another Form of betrayal? This is not a Natural State For me, But rather an Acceptance Of what …
REVERSE SUNSET
REVERSE SUNSET
The sun set behind me Tonight And I watched its Reflections Off the trees First a blush of warmth Creeping upward Across gray bark And ashen leaves The lower the sun The higher the shimmer Then came the Yellows, Oranges, Pinks, Purples, and Red Garish to the eye Imposed upon foliage The closer to dark …
SECRET
I know a secret That most cannot abide. When we so very carefully Prepare our best best side, And present it, oh, so artfully, Others don’t look to deride. Nope! As we gaze at reflections In the eyes of those we greet, And see our genuflexions, Thinking to be discreet, They just see themselves, And ne’er our eyes …
WHAT IF?
What if… The Earth is supposed to die? A particle blasted away from the heart Of the Big Bang, alone in the dark Circling its own destruction Waiting for deconstruction What if… The purpose of our mankind Is to break it all down? Drapage of burial shroud By us, so well endowed, With destructive dark …
BIDDEN
BIDDEN
I fear… Being alone… Being overwhelmed… Being controlled…. Being out of control… Being used… Being a user… Being… Just simply being… And, then, not being… I know not that which I need… And I fear… I need… To know what is the need… Therefore… I pray… “Help”, the last word before I sleep. I reach… …