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 …
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 …
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! …
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
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 …
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
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 …
… 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 …
My love, I sneeze you With nostrils flared Quivering in my own perceptions My love, I sneeze you Far and wide Professing the depths of my congestion I lace my foods With spices to entice Your fancy to entertain I think of ways To extend thee, sneeze Your presence to maintain I turn my head …
There are those of you Who would that I Stay out of sane Who would I give up My own inner wealth Just to follow code. There are those of you Who would that I Follow prescribed paths. Who would that I be Much more compliant More easily controlled. I thank you all kindly, And …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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
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
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 …
SINGLE By cindy 2/5/2018 The difference between being single or not Is whether you get to tell them When you’ll be home and Whether or not they care…
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 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 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. …
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 …
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, …
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 …