85)
Do you remember the innocence
of looking upwards at the sky?
Picture this –
just around the Fourth of July
and looking up
to watch the sky bloom
with rockets full of color
and the explosions of sparks
and streams, and the aahs
the ooohs,
and the mesmerizing
moment when it’s okay
to be amazed
by purity.
I remember . . .
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There are no laws that say
this is the way to go
or not.
Life is not rigid
but bendable,
changeable,
and malleable, to which
this means life will
shape and mold as we go
and rest assured,
be prepared for changes
and surprises
and in the element of unexpectedness
be aware that life is always
evolving
and in the end
so are we.
76)
No one talks about life,
or real life, and no one shares their truths
or tells about the hard times
or the unwanted parts of life
like, when your heart breaks
or when life takes place
and you find yourself
in the bottom of a bottomless pit
which, by the way,
seems as though
the bottom keeps falling,
yet—
we all know about this.
72)
Notes to self –
So, how did we do?
Us, you mean?
Yes, us
Did we make it out alive?
First, I think it is important to remember
that this is life, and when it comes to life,
nobody makes it out alive.
69)
I suppose it would be good
to get away for a while,
or to be somewhere
or someplace that no one dares
to speak out of turn
or break the silence
to say an unnecessary thing.
62)
Dim The lights
(Please)
Let the candles glow
or let the candles do their trick
and let them flicker in the soft light,
just after the sun goes down
or sinks in the horizon,
as if the sun is doused
as it slips into the palm
of Mother Earth’s hand.
56)
There are some
or so it seems,
or maybe there are more,
or even more than I realize; however,
there are those among us
who live in the split decision
or who find themselves
stuck between fact and fiction
and so,
they spend their time on the fence
unsure of what to do,
what to say,
how to move,
or when to pick a side,
or how to make things so.
51)
I got bit by a hint of nostalgia last night,
and like a bug bite
that got me just before bedtime
I was hit by an itch
that my mind kept scratching,
over and over again
until now.
47)
You would never know
just by looking at someone
and you could never really tell
what they think about,
how they really feel,
what they know
or where they have been
or what they have seen.
No one ever knows
or sees the invisible scars
or sees the unseeable sickness,
like the concealed moments
or the memories of madness
that left them wounded
long ago.
43)
I have chosen not to step away
nor resign
nor quit in this dream
which is the same dream
that I have had with me
all this time,
and as this pertains to me, specifically,
I have come to the decision
that I cannot and will not
step back, or give way,
and surrender another step.
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