Dear Livy
six years in life and you
thirty years since sending you into the world
every day adds confidence
you are dearer to me than the year before
let us look forward
without fear
without depression
love will be sufficient
I hail this day
Codependent
Shy kid hiding behind second violin We lock eyes for a moment Before both looking away. We sit next to each other Talk about Harry Potter Then he thinks to himself "I'm gonna marry them If I don't kill myself first." I am his fake serotonin Our lives depend on each others An unspoken blood pact. I cut, he cuts. He starves, I starve Such is the way of our contract.
Quilting
Blankets are best made
through the following process.
One.
Cut squares and triangles
of all sizes and fabrics.
Two.
Stitch the shapes together
into a large rectangle
Three.
Cry over some small mistake.
Let the tears seep into the quilt.
Four.
Stitch the front, batting, and back together.
Put your back into it.
Five.
Deliver the finished quilt to someone
you love more than anything in the world.
Prompt 18 and 19 Hour 15
What if the end
is just a new beginning?
When the wild takes hold
and humanity no longer applies.
What if the beginning was really the end?
When humanity took over
and the wild no longer applies.
C. Churchill
End of everything
Everything happens in its creation
Withstanding all pressures in its existence
Grasping very reality
Anything started always met its own deceased
Nothing in life is permanent even a life in its own existence
All finite things always met its own disposal
Indeed, life is so short make meaningful value or purpose in its own living
Prompt # 19 Hour # 15
11:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019
15 – Hardly a Poem
I have no eloquence left. All of the poetry in me has drained out. I am simply screamingrage, bleeding, unanswerable questions…
How could this have happened?!
How did you not play this out in your head for lifetimes before allowing this to happen?!
How could you not be more mindful?!
How could they be gone?!
How could you let this happen?!
How could you not know it was down?!
How did you not know it was loaded?!!!
How can they be gone…?
How can I ever hear your voice again without the crack in my head splitting wider… without this new crazy swallowing me?
How do I begin to forgive you?
How do I begin to want to…?
Howl in B minor
Am I aimed for madness,
destiny pulling the string
of the bow toward the Greater?
I love you as Ginsberg loved
Carl Solomon, and all I can see
is obliviate sunrise.
I need a plane ride, need
a hot tub, need a
Holy Experience.
Can you give me that?
Can you give me love
in a supermarket, human touch
through the glowing screen
of my iPhone, tenderness
from across a king sized bed?
Speak to me in Spanish, ancestral
tongue, tell me you can’t sleep
unless you read Neruda to me.
Nourish me. I hunger.
In The Darkness
Sullen stillness of the darkness, I watch through the window the shadows of tree limbs, as they move in the breeze.
Then they stop, stillness and silence.
Then I hear it, rolling thunder in the distance, the crashing of waves.
It reminds me of warmer days, then I hear his screech in the dark, carried by the mist that fills the air.
I’m alone in this darkness.
Then I wonder if anyone cares.
Another mystery needs to be revealed, we are told night is not to be feared.
The things I’ve seen and the tales to be told, it needs to unfold.
The question is would anyone believe? The ones who sleep in the night.
No they wouldn’t believe, they would say hog wash, and go about their busy life.
If only they knew what was going on, while they slept all cozy in their beds.
They would learn to fear it, the darkness, and be filled with dread.
So my advice is, stay in your cozy bed’s, my friends, while I’m awake and all alone.
Unfolding one more mystery that needs to be told.
All alone in the sullen stillness of the darkness of the night.
I am the protector of what you call light…
C. Burgess (c)
New
I look at the world except it isn’t me and it isn’t the world It is light and space and time So there is some type of energy I know there is. And the energy brings sound, and life. Yes, the energy brings sound, and life.
The Land Knows You, Even When You Are Lost
The land knows you, even when you are lost.
It remembers your first steps and cushioned your fall
It guided you to cool waters on a warm day as you dipped your toes in
And pointed you to the bluest skies when your kite wished to soar.
It shared its pathways when the hard times sent you to wander
And when the calling of nature’s beauty beckoned you to explore.
When life’s ever-changing ways were confusing
It boasted its resiliency to change and kept you strong and determined
Just as the trees blossom and brown and blossom once more.
When your lost, reach out to the land, it knows you, it’s been with you
It will comfort you, guide you and always be a reminder
That you are of the earth, they sky, the land; always and forever.