Projector

I see that you are
Disenchanted with your life
But I have seen
the moments
full of light,
Movie perfect
outlined just right.
Did you read the Script?
Pronounce the words
the way you do,
Syllables Stumbling
from practiced lips,
spitting rhymes like
cowboy whips.
You speak of beauty,
of intangible risks.
We walked the narrow path
below the spying sky,
waiting for invisible predators
to take us in the night.
I beg for the shadows
to be revealed,
and illuminate in
Spotlight.
You pulled back the Curtains
of time,
decimating piles of
'insignificant experiences'.
The gestures were yours alone.
The story was ours to own.
Did the world know
you were never pretending?


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Subtly Striking. Benevolently Beautiful. Continuously Conditional.
Our lives are full of wonders. Words sent forth in hope of some kind of something. Some kind of nothing. Some kind of world. We make it what we wish, shape our own existence, and blame someone else when it fails (or not!). Remember your wings, we were all angels before we our days of birth. Naked, pure, delicate winged babies. Some day they will have their world. We will transcend, regress, and nullify our vows to mortal calamity. We are not chaos, this was all planned. Your God forgot to whisper secrets in your ears. HE also forgot to empower the weak, reveal himself in acts of justice, and translate himself into you. Domineering, Domesticating, Dedicating, Demeaning. Dropping down from skies of never, clouds of womanhood. Who is your mother.













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I don't know what it means, I hope you do.


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Chill and Thrill. Our feet are pruney in the water spill.

The River

We're all just strangers sharing the same space

Along the banks of the river
the children stood in a row
hands stuffed in pockets
feet bare against the Ground.
Leaf gently by
a constant surge water
shades of Sunrise emitted
in the never-ending drone.
Hands clasped tightly
entangling every Finger
as if the pull of the river
will personify their fears.
Leave this side of the river
in a rush of youthful courage
Feet stretch out like hands
to find a lack of solid Ground.

Pebbles drag along the bottom
remnants drift with the flow
one small Shimmering token
the remainder of a choice.


The memory of their future
settled in the bed of the river
Consuming the dreams of children
a Constant ebb and flow

Constant like a Heartbeat.

पास
Mandy