All the Same – Hour Twelve

I’m not sure we have much in common Gary –

I don’t collect samurai swords

Or live with my Mammy,

And I can see you’re very proud to have been to Benidorm

But to be perfectly honest, it just makes me yawn…

No – I don’t watch any football –

I have no interest in it, not at all…

Do I want some naughty fun?

Not with you, no – And don’t call me hun,

Oh, we’re all like this are we?

Well, that’s reassuring to know it’s not just me

At least on that one point

We both can agree.

Rain, Rain – Prompt 12 (you can sing this)

Rain,

rain,

Centipede
Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Tell

me
how
you
get
home

Ten things that ate our time
Your lineage is on the line
Don’t tell us you’ve done no crime

Rain,

rain,

Centipede
Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Tell

me
how
you
get
home

Don’t say that we’re finally great
Watch as you ravage the middle states
Lemmings, as always, will have their way

Rain,

rain,

Centipede
Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Tell

me
how
you
get
home
Your office is undisclosed
Your minions are predisposed
Public opinion sees you have no clothes

Rain,

rain,

Centipede
Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Rain,
rain,
Centipede

Tell

me
how
you
get
home

I forgot myself, won’t you go
We release you, please say you’ll go
Say you lost us, and we’ll miss you so
Centipede, please please go away

12. Head Map

As I create reality

in definition and construct

Fear based thinking leaks

into   collusion

like a version of a

recurring nightmare.

Strength and love

and courage

A fortress to behold… Where I am my greatest enemy

a critic and a scold.

The intricacies woven, between my very eyes

Beguiles and enchants me with their subtle, weary lies.

Castles in the sand befall high tide and kicking feet

Memories enshrined in text, crumble to the sea.

Begone, Self Doubt!

You serve me not. I am and what is more

I am enough, as I am…  as I am.

Love, it  will endure.

Empty Tomb

8/5/17 5:16pm
Empty Tomb

Tell me of ancient love and the connections we encounter,
the way you fall full-circle, stumbling into my life and out the other side.
A scratched record that tried
to squeeze into a digital world.

I’m seeing you adorned with gold and thorns,
darling pharaoh, sacrificial lamb.
The marks down your back ask me to come dancing again.
You’re my favorite song.

We’re racing and tracing our veins,
back to the remains of what we were told
we were meant for.
This is your destiny, can’t you taste it?

Didn’t you say that nothing ever comes without a price?

FROM THE BACK (hour 11, 2017)

FROM THE BACK

after Edgar Degas, At the Louvre (Miss Cassatt), 1879

Turn me away, turn me inside out. Hide my eyes, show my back. Don’t stare at my low-heeled shoes or the cut of my Victorian clothes (dark, floor length, pleated). Imagine where I’m going – down this hall or that. Consider the angle of the floor – is the wood parquet slanting up into space?

Don’t worry about who is speaking – Cassatt or the other woman with Miss Cassatt. You may not know – you can’t see my face.

Whose paintings do you imagine Edgar thinks I am looking at? Think about that.

 

12.

What if she does?

I mean, there are plenty of reasons that anything along those lines could happen. and, nope, can’t think of any leading to the contrary

This is of course, the city, and people are everywhere. There’s no way…

but say, maybe, that I did…what then? How would that account into everything else…

should I try to…no…or… should i?
I can’t think about the situation now. there are other more important things at stake.

human lives are in jeopardy! the very fabric of my being lies within this one decision…

“I’ll have a dozen donuts please”

Whole Again

 

love formulated my potential

subject is now blossoming

through my previous misfortune

resonating feelings vanished from me

aroused this helpless heart escalates

diversity of thought is essential

this love I have sustained

adoration now becomes motivated

love now makes me complete

 

Eternal conversation

My conversation with him

Was not about whims and fancies

But about the everyday things

Which never fail to bother me.

 

I could have done better

I always feel

Had I been less lazy

And this, made me full of regret

 

He explained how I should not be so hard on myself

And remove the burden of expectations

Relax for a while

Maybe, dance in the rain

 

No one is supposed to do things,

Until one pleases to do them

This cleared my head a bit

I felt lighter and happier

 

Sometimes God has to

Come down to our level

To take us out of the mess

Which we create for ourselves

 

But if we are aware and realize

God is nowhere, but inside of us

Warning us at every wrong step

And indicating us, right and wrong in the form of our subconscious minds.

 

We just fail to recognize.

 

 

 

 

 

Hour 12: Half and Half

half and half the motley fool
halfway hot and halfway cool

half and half both black and blue
halfway back and halfway to

sometimes yes and sometimes no
sometimes stop and sometimes go

never never, always ever

half and half to make a one
in night the moon, in day the sun