24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I’ll take you to the walled city,
Just north of here.
Where better to go?
I’ve been saving these coins for a lifetime.
They have no value to me,
Only interest,
But in your sweet hands,
They become everything that will keep you
Flourishing.
I will turn you loose in the walled city,
And you will feel alone
But I will be closer than close,
All my senses alert to you
And what you need.
I will fall from Heaven
Just to deliver you.
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do.
If the mirror never lies, how do I not recognize me?
How is it I’ve become just what you wanted me to be?
I twist and turn and break and bend
To fit the mold you’ve put me in.
Now in the mirror I look to see
There’s nothing really left that’s me…
…you have to work within the system sometimes
… and learn how to play
… work to change the system
… for a time,staying in it
… and realize, things may get far worse
…before they get better
… perhaps we would fare better
…if we sacrificed a little of ourselves; sometimes
… to learn how to beat it
… to learn how to play the system
… the only way out is to play
…even if at first things appear to get worse
… life has been worse
…life can be better
… life is unbearable, sometimes
… you cannot avoid it
…if you cannot work within the system
… you will find, that you will go nowhere, without knowing how to play
… life works that way; we are all characters taking part in a play
… if we do not learn our parts, life can get worse,
… before it can get better,
… sometimes;
… you can fight to change it
… but you have nothing, if you cannot work the system
… sometimes you can try and break free from the system
… once you learn how to play
… you manage to break free; sometimes
… and once you know better
… you will know, how not to make things worse
… only then will you be able to escape, and be free of it
… only when you can work within the system, you can work to break it
… the oppression, and the fixed system
… the games we must all play
… for worse
… and for better
… we don’t have a choice, sometimes
…you must sacrifice sometimes … play in hopes to win it
…it is the game you must play … for your freedom, by shattering the system
… but remember, it may get worse …before it gets better
By: KMH 2015
I remember that touch. The burning kiss, where flame met cloth
and slowly wormed into the threadbare carpet, so clean
you could eat off of it and still live, still walk, and so it glowed
brief and hesitating flicker of psuedo-life, pulsing, growing with
each slumbering rise and fall from his chest, cigarette poised
in graceful fingers that loved to kiss the waiting cheek of a child
with a slap so crisp it reverberated like a snap from a clean sheet.
So brought to life it glowed, grew and gave back to the sleeper
its own exhaust, heat licking playfully onto graceful hands, and
I heard the screams long before I smelled the smoke, the sudden
freeze before adrenaline. The dish still wet in small-girl hands,
unsure immature wet small-girl hands that clutched desperately
to cling to comfort; soft linen of mother, brothers already out in dust,
and to carry to safety the soft, calm warmth of Mama’s book of pretty rhyming words.
When the stars shine
they erase some illusion
and even the mystical
is included in this universe.
Too new to remember.
Too old to forget.
And yet, we do forget
to observe, to shine,
and reflect, and remember.
This is all illusion.
Our fabricated universe
is an assault on the mystical.
Is the wonder of the mystical
what we need to forget?
To appreciate the universe
in which we too shine,
what is the illusion?
Do we choose to remember?
Why would we remember?
We shroud ourselves in a mystical,
masterful illusion.
Is it time to forget
we were created to shine
and illuminate the universe?
It is only the universe,
a Source we must remember in order to shine.
To reflect the mystical
we must forget
the illusion.
A long dream is our illusion.
It exists outside the universe
where we forget
to remember
our mystical
shine.
Awaken from the illusion to remember!
The universe is our marker in the mystical.
Don’t forget to shine.
In the first grade
I met Dick and Jane
There were adventures to follow
When we looked and saw Spot run
I remember sounding out
The words that filled the pages
It was like I couldn’t get enough
And I wanted more
As education progressed
I learned more about words
The tenses of verbs and conjugation
The proper nouns of people and places
Then rules, grammar, and punctuation
Commas, semicolons, apostrophes
How they all worked together
And changed the context of words
There their and they’re
Were loves of mine
And I was only too excited
To assist when there was confusion
Ah- the power to convey, create, communicate
Exactly and precisely what you mean
Punctuate, to the point- period
Yes, I do love words
I ask myself
Where would we run to?
A foreign country. A place across the pond.
Start a new life, with new names.
Would we miss the old one too much?
The friends and family left behind.
Memories from a years long ago.
What would you say?
Once we finally gave in to out desires.
Find a nice place just for the two of us.
Why run?
Because all we need
Is right in front of us, besides us, with us.
There was a time of peace of mind,
That no longer blesses us.
The growth of consciousness,
The dishevelment of our wits
Prove to pollute the innocence.
We were once proud group,
Wrought with confidence.
See me for who I am,
A dreamer in a nightmare.
Lost in the pride of youth,
The sensibilities of a Rebel.
See me for who I am,
A child caught, abducted.
Weak and frightened
No longer believing.
See me for who I am
A young wife with dreams.
Silly and unattainable.
I am nothing but a child.
My earnest most desperate prayer.
Body, Mind, Spirit.
Health.
Strong, clever, courageous.
My earnest most desperate desire.
Love, Friendship, Success.
Health.
Strong, clever, courageous.
My earnest most desperate need.
Security, Peace, Hope.
Health.
Strong, clever, courageous.