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Silently - March 22, 2013

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Chapter One

 

I am a new aquaintance that is yet to make a sound.

Yet to be understood, I show no feelings aloud.

When I depart from the public, go home to flee,

I feel the need to tease, to please my sanity.

Silently, I cry. Silently, I die. Silently, I try

to overcome my insanity; bridge over the pain in me.

 

You make me feel like an outcast just because I'm not like you.

Should I be like who? I'm sick of your complaining,

you're straining me, draining me of energy. Listen to me, please.

It's not you, it's me! My plea for individuality is wrong;

too long do I have to wait for acceptance; you'll never repent this.

Take my fist and bury it under the sand; my will in your hands.

I'm powerless against conformity. I'm just a deformity

on this tumor you call me. Free me of this disease,

I'm fucking begging, on me knees. Please, please,

make me who you want me to be. Tell me, please, what you want to see.

I don't care if it's not me. Make a new me. One you want to see.

Make me what you want to see.

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Elderberry, Banana Bandana

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Flowers Sunspun


ELDER BARRIE


The parson asked
Elder Barrie
to take charge
of the
200 yr old church cemetery
where the elders
were buried
..he knew their
spirits were not there
and let the land
return to elderberries

 

BANANA BANDANAS

In a sea of ananda
did God make
greenleaf bandanas
for each bunch of
bananas

and thus stitched

bananananda

*
(ananda: over 20,000 year old
Sanskrit word for joy, ecstasy,
bliss)

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