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WHOEVER IS CAPABLE

OF BEING DESPICABLE

SHOULD NOT BE PREDICTABLE

IT'S JUST INEXPLICABLE

HOW IT IS FORMIDABLE

SPLENDOR IN THE PAST

IT WAS SUCH A BLAST

NEVER OVERCAST

IT WENT BY SO FAST

MEMORIES ARE VAST

RIPPLES OF HOPE MAY BE FOUND

IF WE ALL JUST LOOK AROUND

PEOPLE WHO CARE ARE OUT THERE

IT'S GOOD TO BE AWARE

WE'RE NOT ALONE LOTS OF US

ARE WILLING TO MAKE A FUSS

ABOUT WHAT'S WRONG FAR TOO LONG

AND TOGETHER WE STAND STRONG

SO BE INCLINED TO SPEAK YOUR MIND

AND YOU WILL FIND  A GOLD MINE

OF KINDRED SOULS WHO  OPPOSE

ALL THOSE FOES THAT'S HOW IT GOES

ONE BY ONE WE ALL ADD UP

AND WE WILL FIND THAT IS ENOUGH

DO YOU SUPPOSE

IT'S NOT SAFE TO TRUST THOSE

WHO ARE NOT TRUSTWORTHY

IF THAT IS SO

I HOPE THAT YOU KNOW

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY

IT'S SAFE TO TRUST

INTUITION IS JUST

FOREVER OCCURRING

GOD'S GIFT TO US

THAT WE ALL CAN TRUST

LIES ARE NOT OBSCURING

THE TRUTH BE TOLD

THAT WE CAN BEHOLD

ALLURING ASSURING ENDURING

 

PETER PAN

NOT A MAN

JUST A BOY 

FULL OF JOY

TINKERBELL

WHAT A GAL

FAIRY LIKE

MAGIC SPRITE

NEVERLAND

UNDERSTAND

I INSIST

DOES EXIST 

YOUNG AT HEART

PLAY A PART

FAIRY DUST

IS A MUST

FLY AWAY

THERE SOMEDAY

IN YOUR DREAMS

SO IT SEEMS

MAGICAL

MYSTICAL

CASUAL

CLASSICAL

FAIRY TALE

PIERCE THE VEIL

HAVE A PEEK

WHAT YOU SEEK

WILL BE FOUND

ALL AROUND

DOES ANYONE

REALLY KNOW

ANYONE

DO YOU EVEN

KNOW YOURSELF

DO YOU JUST

DO WHAT YOU MUST

TO ADJUST

TO CIRCUMSTANCE

PERCHANCE

DO YOU DARE

TO SHARE

EVERYTHING

OR BITS AND PIECES

HERE AND THERE

TO KEEP THEM GUESSING

Discordant Note

Scratching, floating

Hanging in the air

 

 

Pressure ebbs and flows 

Headpiece filled with straw

 

 

A twisted melody lingers

Confusion and rage entwined 

Resentment's bitter sting

Wrestles with sorrow's whine

 

 

Innocence stolen, trust shattered

By hands meant to protect

 

 

The child within still bleeds

Silently searching, begging for respect 

 

 

Justice denied, our secrets buried

Master manipulator 

A monster cloaked in lies

 

 

Crimes still hidden 

Despite Death's hand

Too late for tortured cries

 

 

Feet of clay now returned to dust

From whence they darkly came

Leaving behind a tangled mess

Of trauma, grief and shame 

 

 

The urge to desecrate, destroy

Wage war upon their grave

Wrestling with guilt, pity and relief 

Yes, he is no more

But I am not yet saved

 

 

This victory feels hollow 

An unearned, empty gift

When wounds still pulse and throb

No closure, the burdens unshift 

 

 

 

I imagine looking for the tombstone,

Fists and soul clenched tight,

Anger, disgust, and rage.

 

 

Shadows cast doubt over my morals,

Compass dysfunctional, truth estranged.

Like Basque tongues tangled with Ainu clicks,

A labyrinth of questions ethics inflicts.

 

 

No tears of mourning shed

No idea the monster was laid to rest

Three years later, a happy accident

Release a demon locked deep in my chest

 

 

How to reconcile the little child

Who needed love and care

With the person now made to carry

This discordant note hanging in the air

 

 

In the depths of this discordance 

Frustration and confusion still rise

Dare I confront the shadows

Curse their peaceful demise?

 

 

Every anguished scream swallowed 

Each day, coerced, suffocated in silence

Transmuting years of buried aches

Why not release in rightful fierce violence?

 

 

Through serpentine paths of healing

Piece by shattered piece remade,

Scars shimmering with untold stories 

Of battles braved and traumas mourned

 

 

In owning all that was endured

By innocent hands and shattered trust

Languidly learning to cradle, soothe

My inner child waiting, weeping in the dust

 

 

Each breath is an act of bravery

Every step is defiant, resolute 

Reclaiming fractured narratives

No longer voiceless or mute

Through my poetry, I find release

May its rhythm grant me peace.

 

 

This journey from victim to victor

Is paved with shards of broken self

Reassembled by courageous hands

Into mosaics of pain and health 

 

 

A symphony of survival

Echoes in the spaces in between

I cannot rewrite my cruel history 

I yearn like others to live and dream

 

 

Beyond the reach of phantom hands

That sought to break and steal and mar

I rise in revolutionary softness

Tempered by battles, reminded by scars

 

 

The discordant note, a stubborn seed, 

Resists the soil, its tyranny decreed, 

Yet woven slow, within the larger frame, 

An ostinato may conquer its shame, 

Finds solace in the weave, a timeless plea, 

Echoing Eliot, Stravinsky rewrites history. 

MIND YOUR Ps AND Qs

WHAT ABOUT  RSTUs

DO THEY THINK THAT WE ARE FOOLS

JUST WHAT ARE THOSE CRAZY RULES

I AM EASILY CONFUSED

NEVER MIND OH WHAT'S THE USE

SOME THINGS JUST CAN'T BE DEFINED

SOME ARE BETTER LEFT BEHIND

AT LEAST THAT IS WHAT I FIND

DANCING ROUND INSIDE MY MIND

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