I find my heart

I find my heart
both breaks and rebuilds
itself in fractals
Shattering in perfect order
Along paths
that needed redistributing
As the shapes shift
Along with the size
Of each load-baring wall
A new dome is created
Where light is let in
Not hiding the cracks
But exposing the mortar
I am littered with
Mosaic temples and Girih shrines
Covered in universal geometric designs
Speaking to me, reaching out
Through the fabric of time
A reminder of my fate
Being part of a larger paradigm
One which I am not meant to see
From a distance, but more intimately
To know the structure
To care for it tenderly
To seal the surface
After each seismic refraction
Lay temple to pray in
Keep sanctity
Where ripples dance
In a Fibonacci romance
Where the sum of two
Is always greater than
That which preceded it

Overridden

When I said I loved you
I meant, with you I felt safe
When you wrote this upon my leg
The word, 'Safe'
I thought to myself
What a beautiful world we now live in
One in which we both found haven
After such a treacherous road
We'd both crossed
Finding ourselves unbroken
Two whole people
Ready to face the world again
Wrapped in new love, open and willing
I'll never know what happened
Not to that day
Or that moment in time
I could not capture
I could not keep
What I was so certain then was mine
The tenderness of so many memories
Only to be lost with time
As safety became an illusion
Our words sharp as knives
This world we had created
Now broken, living separate lives
I do not remember
What other words you had written
Nor do I recall all that's been said
But I know what we had found
Was overridden
On another timeline, with a new sound
When I said I loved you
I had meant it, a thing I cannot regret
But the virus that tore through our system
Nearly left me for dead

0

In a place that has not been
At a time that does not exist
I kissed you once
I felt your skin upon my skin
It could not be mistaken
The energy that passed between
Forever changed in direction
A depolarization, only to be returned
Upon awakening
In this world, not yet observed
What is possible seems endless
My imagination run amuck
Making quite a mess of it
Of which I care not
I swim in the seas of no regret
I blow like the wind through the trees
I rustle the leaves
I sing, from the mountain top
And upon my knees
Knowing only the need
The craving, the desperate plead
It is here I planted the seed
I saluted the sun
Prayed to the heavens above
Not to be denied this one love
But it was only upon the horizon
I was to see, a holograph of what could be
Information collected
Having been only from my perspective
Would never be enough to create certainty
Like entropy, my memory
I began to question this reality
The one in which we kissed
But having already planted my seed
I found it impossible to leave
My love was now rooted deep
In this soil, fertile or not
It was the one worthy of the reap
My light having gathered here
In the darkness, I felt no fear
Having traveled so far to get so near
On the edge of the unknown
I found rest, a willingness to let go
Knowing the future is a place not yet been
Relative to a time not yet known

The New World

After the K-Pg event

The world was anything but silent

While it rebuilt itself around me

New formations of land rose and fell

Beloved dinosaurs standing no longer

Stuck in tar, unable to feed any more

I felt great loss all around me

Yet it was here I saw for the first time

The birds developed before my eyes

I heard their first chirps

Observing as they leapt 

My breath caught in my chest

Upon their first soaring

The sky was blue and blood red

The fires had not yet calmed

Volcanic debris constantly scattering

Lava rocks began forming

It was an untamed land

Not yet ready for farming

We were still scavengers

Picking at scraps, the life

Left in the corpses

Where we found our sustenance

In what had been left behind

Not yet devoured

By the gaping hole

The broken earth

The unsteady ground

We walked on

It only felt as if the world had ended

But proof lay all around us

New creatures evolved from the ashes

New plant life

New ways for breathing, to take place

In a world no smaller

And blooming with ever more might

Resilience and strength

Our genetic lifelines

Passed down throughout time

Conveying the messages

We still need to survive

Mine

taking responsibility
knowing these choices
were mine alone
I dare to look forward
to stand on my own
I will find a way through
this forest, this fog
I will not hold expectations
I will not presume
I hope for good tidings
for joy to continue to bloom
in my heart I have everything
in my lungs, more room
with my hands I hold tightly
this life I was not owed
the reasons for existing
will always be unknown
a purpose for persisting
an exercise for me to own
I dare to look forward
embracing the unknown
the end may be near
but the path not fully sown
seeds left to plant
room left to grow
reaching for the sky
what is possible to become
is mine to own

 

POST /Pardon.me

 

Rabbit Hole

Worthable

Assembling Theories

Terra

Mares

Deserted

gloriAwaitS

 

Legacies:

Winning Time

Protect & Serve

Pledge, Allegiance

Antifa

GrownGrumps

Where

in the darkness

 

 

Rabbit Hole

 

I wish there was a way to reach you, to find a way to help relieve you. It’s an insatiable quest, making you only a guest - at your own birthday party. I wish there was something I could tell you that would make the longing dissipate.

You must learn to Live. You must learn to Love. You must learn to Laugh. You must Learn, my Love.

I wish there was a way to teach you, not yet have I traveled those plains. Please don’t believe that I’ve left you, I will never forget your screams. Searching for a way to reach you. Longing to show you I care. Lost in the rain; I pledge to find you. This is both truth and D.A.R.E.

My Love,

Huddled and scarred you are not see’d less, the Embassy Ball awaits you; Flower Girl, Bloomed, New Spread, Eagle Scout. You let it all out My Love, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I wish there was a way to reach you, unburden the weight; I see you. Always making a stand, shoulder width, armored up. It’s your story Arc, but tonight lay down your sword. May we chase rabbits again? Remember a time when childhood rhyme was more than a way to pass the time. It brought us the New World, Wonderland, TF-X “drive!”. Hope, for a future still being dreamt up; divine.

Alice, pacing again, if only I could reach you. Keep you safe, keep you warm. If only I knew the way to reach you, I’d hold you in my loving arms.

 

 

Worthable

 

Did you know your self-worth as a young child? Did it ever cross your mind how powerful you were; the miracle of each breath you took. Did it ever feel like the air was stolen for you from someone else, or that it was a gift to you, free without a cost.

Did you know your self-worth as you took your first steps? Did you feel the ground you walked on belonged to anything other than your feet, or knees when you’d fall. Could you imagine that this was not yours to once again stand upon.

Did you know your self-worth when you learned how to jump, to cartwheel through the fields? How your hands held you up even when your legs wobbled and kicked landing in a heap, were you not still proud? The act itself feeling an accomplishment.

Did you know your self-worth when the bully pushed you down? Did you forget the power in standing back up upon the very earth that god had gifted you. When you gasped for air, that could not be denied, with each punch. Did you forget, is that why you chose to stay down.

Did you forget what you had been given? Choice. A Free Will. The ability to continue to breathe, to become … The Great. Did you forget your self-worth, thus taking no action to overcome. Blaming the bully for what they had done and defining now ‘Power’ as an image of them.

Did you forget? Your self-worth was not tied up in them, but the feet you stood on, and the air in your lungs; the hands you used to shape your world, even when upside down. Did you know your self-worth through the actions you took, making you strong. Integrity and character established must be practiced lifelong.

 

 

 

Assembling Theories

 

There is an art to assembly

Like Smalls you take inventory

Size up the structure and deliberate

Listenin' to Moms take up a teammate

The possibilities seem endless, but are

Known to be confined none the less

 

Building bridges to fill the gaps

Between biology and physics

We are always trying to predict what comes next

Theorizing our own origins

Objects under duress

Coerced and threatened, not always acting our best

 

More than stressed

Our histories intertwined, recursive

Pursuant of the sublime

Creating classes so that we might better define

The configuration of this point in time

Our framework lacking the ability to unite

 

Constrained by the finite, a sense of being limited

In strength and might, broken on the inside

Was it not Cain's jealousy that ended Abel's life

Letting emotions drive, the mechanisms of bitterness

Unfulfilled lives, bondless and out of sight

 

Being too complex to replicate

The novelty of individuality, lost on the atomic

Minds unwilling to self-reflect

Always taking the shortest path

Unwilling to combine new lessons with old rhymes

Building fences in a straight line

 

When waves and arches do just fine

Demanding less resources, still

Standing for the longest time

Strung up and indexed

A representation of our lives

Only increasing in size

 

Molecular information easily copied

With descriptions left undefined

Skill sets left unquantified

Producing no known value

Muti-steps in every wrong direction

On a loop, stacking up each indiscretion

 

Universally, unrealistic

Dynamics unnaturally complex

Searching for validation in chemicals

Cast down from heaven, not sent

Selecting my path, impassioned

 

Morphing and grafting images

Inside my head, using messenger

Thoughts encrypted, to which access was not meant

Targeting objects unmeant

Catalysts in the downfall

Not asked to rebuild the environment

 

Co-conspirators

Single celled organisms

Copied and uncomplex

Look at US

Wandering the halls of Modern Art

Asking which box we all fit

 

 

Terra

 

In the midst I see you fade away

When I need you most you take more time

I stay right where you left me

    hoping for my next handout, leg up, back bend;

    I learned how to do somersaults, but no one explained it quite like this

Getting back on my feet, I stumbled and laughed at it.

 

Most parts of my body have a mind of their own

    and often are going in different directions.

Eventually we come together though.

United We Stand. A Sovereignty. My Land

    to care for, to tend to, support supply and demand.

 

Alone we come into this world, alone we will leave it,

    and alone is also the journey in between it. 

The relationships we create with ourselves are the only ones truly needed.

When you find compliments to your music, dance fearlessly;

    inspire your muses

Open the gates for only the truest.

 

Loneliness is not to be dreaded it is a reminder of there being room for more

    more ‘me time’, more opportunities,

    more discovery of that which we do not yet know.

We may have lost a dream, or had to let one go

    My Love, there is always Tuscany

    Under the Sun

 

Perhaps in your loneliness you will find a new interest;

    this is not to say you will find new joy or love, but

You will find a new flow, a way to pass the time

    while life cooks up its next course to serve you

Constant preparation for each trepidation

    in the midst it all dissipates.

 

 

Mares

 

Night mares living in a dream,

But it's always a nightmare.

Books of revelations, knights on mares

Signs of the apocalypse, no one cares.

Royal at Windsor, small men riding high

May the best man win; Anything Goes

In love or war, what’s left is what's to work with

All is fair when there is nothing left to share.

Starving from our own form of sustenance,

What keeps you fed?

The salt of my tears, the taste of my bread?

Is it the juice in my fridge, or the temperature I kept?

 

Nightmares each morning

In my head, crazy

    that this is always what had to be

Born with scArlet fever, but

    too stubborn to lay down and die.

Dedicated to the terra, mothered cradled tight;

Cometh from the land, for which may I steward

My rose bed, Care for the seeds I left,

    dreams with ample room

Reaching, stretching out toward the sun light

Morning dew left from the humid night, not arid

But thirsty, hungry for life

Hopeful, not every dream will I awake from

Hurting, growing pains,

    There is no more waiting on the Queen

 

Lost in translation long ago,

    messages meant to bring us closer

Expressions of honesty, left us drained,

Crucifixions for testimony, our hands stained.

There's no turning back, not staged

One chance, and sometimes we aren't ready yet.

HINT: Stay disciplined, no matter the night you kept

You've got this shit, 'slayed dragons in a world apart

Played every part: dragon, pilot, artillery, good shot,

    spotted, snake, spineless, a corrupt heart,

Found my fresh start, mastered the page,

Fell in love with the art, found the exit, in-sight

No clowns, no poltergeist, won't suck me in

Won't lose my fight, living in my dream,

A sixth sight, each night,

    guiding all 17 hands to new heights

Me and my Shire re-writing the end of times

The horsemen are covered in wreaths of dandelions

Little girls upon My Little Ponies,

    unable to control themselves

Too free to recognize that they are still screeching

Fauns in the new world, fallin’ out

Came to and just walked out,

    had enough Vanilla Sky

In control and it's lights out,

 

Living in my nightmare,

When I scream, does anyone else hear?

 

 

Deserted

 

Lost, in all the deceit; it's been years

all they had on me was a hot temper

my bad, got tired of staying so sweet

under all this heat, nowhere to run to

blessed are the nights when I get some sleep

stabbed in the back, misrepresented

no tuna, dolphin meat

top of the food chain, still getting eat

Flipper, can't believe his eyes

once loved and adored, getting beat in The Cove,

won't be producing no more

like pharaoh, lost his first kin

hardened hearts, learned repentance

the quest

before being granted each of the ten commandments

still in the wilderness

figuring out how the rule of law applies to this.instance

"Well, it says right here..."

"Yes, but how does that apply to this?"

a sword will not fix the relationship

milk and honey is returned when a coordinated String

of statements using ifs and references, runs

according to the past

valid parameters, passed

 

no crocodile tears, it hurts

eat or get eat, leaves us all scrred

troubled, hearing imprred

can't say my rs

still wuning, humming, dancing

to my own beat, 'cause

I'm in love with it

a diamond in the rough, raw, and dumb with it

 

built castles in the sand

manufactured an island

private class

no global calling

a place to rollback, relax

implement some stacks

aristocratic, a project pre-packaging classes

some methods for their choosing

efficiency isn't leaving us more time for snoozing

we are "your tired, your poor, your huddled masses"

waiting to be called but classless

left alone in grief and sadness

talking to mirages

got lost in the madness

 

 

gloriAwaitS

 

Princess!

They said someone killed the princess.

Our Lady Di, Beautiful

Hollywood actress, Marilyn

Rocked that dress, Airborne

Amelia, you inspired us

Now, we're crashing down

Sally, Ride with us

We need to jet-i-son-out, Light Speed

Stacey, Abraham said unequivocally you were a need

Madam President, Lincoln Freed

It's our time to lead, women of the world

Every creed, stand with us

Let them hear us rip at the seams

We are Mankiller Active

We are Lady Bird Blossoms and Beeton Manners

We are Sweet Sixteens and Quinceañeras

We are found at every level

Royal Family

We are Queens

We decide what we do in the kitchen

Creole, New Orleans

Daughters of the Renaissance

Try and tell us what Freedom means

Cord cut - No Lady, No Luck

They said someone killed the princess

Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto

We will not fall in toe

Malala Yousafzai, Paula-Mae

Be it Weekes, Tabago we go far

Island bound

Trini'a father and mother a nation

We're making all sorts of sounds

We need salvation, princess!

They said someone killed the princess,

Silenced

No longer awaiting the crown.

 

 

Legacies:

Winning Time

 

First Divorce

Two Year Old

Ex was a Cop, but stole your best friend.

This was not the end.

 

Terrorized your new family

Pulled over, harassed at every stop

Grocery shopping was more like a weekly interrogation ending with a treat,

    "For being so quiet and staying so sweet.

    Apples and oranges are OK.

    No papayas from now on.

    He'll get his in good time.

    Now, let's just move on."

 

And he did, didn't he.

Flipped that car, high speeds.

Like I am sure falling in love with that kind of man must be.

It wasn't just him though

I don't remember where y'all had to go,

but it was just Kyle and me in that single-wide mobile-home.

What were we doing that day?

Before they showed up banging on every door and window. Walls, Tin, felt it,

cave in; maybe a part of me is still there.

Sirens on, lights flashing. Who were these men, in uniform, making demands, in aggressive stance.

We had been playing on the floor with Hot Wheels and Tonka trucks, that's right, that's how it had began. In his room, when we first heard them coming up. I peaked out, it was only us and one other house at the end of this drive and as we saw them circle our home we ran under my bed to hide.

The only sanctuary I could think of.

As we hid in the clear, I was wondering why on earth the police were there, my little brother, crying, asked me why his dad was causing us so much fear. I was speechless. I still am. I am sorry for all that has happened. I am sorry our fight for justice never really began.

Everything really did just happen so fast. It was night, in gown, and before too long it was your ass calling the cops on my dad; and now those men were in my room while I sat at the edge of the bed trembling, "again, I tried my best to answer your questions, I don't know what happened, I was sleeping before you barged in. Their shit, is between them!"

But as I was soon to discover, my words would never mean anything to them.

flashForward - 16 - my roommate convinced me to report my rape; 36 in 7 months, still waiting on that court date.

In the land of the free and the home of the brave we speak our truths; and I've heard about those rape kits stacking up. Where’s the crime if there’s no punishment.

People left to face their abusers every day; it gets fucking rough;

and you know what, being deaf wouldn't even be a valid excuse

we all know what Helen Keller was able to do.

It almost feels like you're ignoring us.

And I worry based on my life experience.

What other families do you have in the Hot Seat that’s taking time away from being able to tackle these repeats; threepeats.

I worry that you can't see how your actions still have an effect on me.

Deliver me to the promised land. Where our liberty, and justice, is guaranteed.

Where I can be at peace.

A place where pursuits of happiness are dreams coming true and not a green screen tackling fake news. Killing TIME news stories cost you, Strange Fruit; you got us learning how to make boots. We strapped up and it's the winner’s news.

 

 

Protect & Serve

 

To maintain public order and provide ongoing safety we need to rethink what it means to prevent criminal activities; we need to reevaluate the efforts we put into detecting and investigating certain criminal activities over other criminal activities, because the ways in which you're apprehending us is a real threat.

regarding enforcement of the law or "having a zero tolerance on crime."

I implore you, use compassion and responsiveness; our needs are going unmet, our human rights ignored.

These expectations were preset, that "governments are instituted among men" to secure the rights of "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."

The reluctance we are seeing now to evolve was not unexpected, he continued with,

"mankind are more disposed to suffer while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed."

Or, It's the devil we know

and it makes us uncomfortable dealing with the pressure of re-imagining what law enforcement could look like, because it is not yet insufferable for White America.

"Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness" go undefined yet are the sacred values we still hold as individuals that inspired our forefathers to cross an ocean, defy their king, and institute a government to secure against all else.

 

if you are here to protect us

if you are here to serve us

prevention begins at home:

feed us, house us, educate us

provide us work, healthcare, retirement

detecting and investigating activities are time consuming and costly; prioritize based on potential long-term gains in the securing of the future generations' lives, liberties, and pursuits.

Enforcement of the law should be an act of compassion and justice.

Your responsiveness to our needs is necessary to preserve peace, maintain public order, and ensure safety for all.

 

 

Pledge, Allegiance

 

Gay, Fag, Queer

Happy, Lit, Awe'd

 

I wrote this language

    defined each syllable

        denoting each facsimile

Given credit, where credit's due

What's the cost of a life to you?

 

Stayed hidden, just long enough

    but never long enough

    but never soon enough

Out of the closet

Colorful, layered, mix-match matching

    studded, accessorized

Claire didn't haggle, gave you the bottom price

    looking like a hundred dimes

Slashing half off half price

Meier & Frank, those were the times

Walking out like the last season

    underpriced, overlooked, disregarded

Just like me, so I flaunted it

Identified with each garment you valued less

    because you lost your interest

Never good enough

    but Always Good Enough

High Quality, Durable, Built to Last

LeviStrong, Gold Digging, at the BIT, mining

    because I'm on my own

Followed the Oregon Trail, brought me,

    A Pan,

No free loading, road in, burning bridges

    I never intended to mend

    It's their Red Sea to cross, and

    I'm still here, pray'n for 'em

Gay, Fag, or Queer

I'm happy, I'm lit, I'm at the wheel

    steering it

Learned how to "ghost ride my whip"

    sometimes we don't have the cash

Still gotta to fill that tank

    on empty longer than I realized it

Running on fumes, forgot to gauge the trip

Faith - an inevitable part of this relationship

    a Trustfall, into the Abyss

 

"1,2,3,4 I won't take no anymore

  5,6,7,8 I want you to be my mate

  1,2,3,4 You're the one that I adore

  5,6,7,8 Don't run from me because this is fate."

 

Gay, Fag, Queer

    there are Stranger Things than this

In the darkness,

    Where the Wild Things Are

You'll find your best friend,

    a bond so strong, not periodic

    but, like discovering a new element

Self-respect, can't diminish it

    the space I take up,

I devoured you

    and just took a shit

    smelt like roses, Teen Spirit.

Buckle-up, it's time we discuss

    the reasons I hurt like this

You've denied us what once had been promised

    The Pursuits of Our Happiness

 

  1,2,3,4 We won't take No anymore

  This Nation, Under God, Indivisible

  You're the one that I adore

  Don't run from me, because this is fate

    Gay or Straight, it's Liberty and Justice for All

  5,6,'78

 

 

Antifa

 

my brothers and sisters

my brothers and sisters, breathe

you are needed here with us

please breathe my dearest, breathe

my brothers and sisters, please

find a way to put your heart at ease

breathe, take in all that you need

I see you united, if only against the nazi,

on which we can agree

my brothers and sisters

I know that you're in need

I know you're stuck staring at their greed

I know peace did not come when it was declared

all men were freed

my brothers and sisters I plead, breathe

the moment calls for calmer minds

prevailing will require critical thought

not inaction, not reaction

action in step with each moving part

I wonder at your ability to conspire

now conspirare, breathe together

a moment to calm your minds

consider your futures, build a lifeline

for future generations to be apart of

our tempers are high, we've blown our top

will it cost us this moment

or determine our cell block?

be smart, we need leaders with strategy

and heart

destruction and chaos leaves us more broken

and torn apart

Unite us,

I implore you to use art

my brothers and sisters

together we can win

with peaceful resistance

our nation can mend

what's been broken from the start

 

 

GrownGrumps

 

Grief

The silent but deadly

Killer of all joy

Cutter of flowers

Uprooted from their warm beds

Grief

Stricken by the chill

Disturbed, shocked to the root

Broken concrete and brown dirt

Grief

 

Grief

Trumpeting with each new hour

Upon each new spring

Flocking together

Our miserly company

Unable to find solace

Grief

Indebted, but unable to pay back.

A role you created

Bringing meaning to life

Like God, but not god, but My God

Grief

From your womb, from your seed

Grief

Only possible because of you

Grief

Now eliminated

Now emancipated

Now ending

Now trying to begin

Now failing

Now trying to begin, again

Now failing, again

Grief

 

Grief

We made plans yesterday

Grief

My best man yesterday

Grief

A blow to the head, heart, and groin

Yesterday, Fucking Grief

My baby fucking grief

My body fucking grief

My mind - fucking grief

This world - fucking grief

 

Hamas attacked Israel last week

Hungry, angry, and uprooted

Israel was created by the Brits

Supporting the Zionist movement

Efforts to provide sanctuary for Jews

    those nazi Basterds

1923 Palestine was the chosen land

Having once been conquered by David

The One True King,

Zazu, a tenderly woven nest

    A basket to keep all his eggs in

    A fertile land, buzzing with bees

    Rich with milk and honey

    Plenty for the many habibi

    Plenty for aini, albi, haya

    Plenty for the new

Walled off

An early form of gentrification

Left the land of Palestine a new hue

Revolting Arabs

Revolting Arabs

Revolting Afghans

    Cold War Heros

    Like Vietnam Vets

    Homeless and starving

    because of some Washington brats.

Revolting Iranians

ISIS

IS what it IS

An offshoot of Mohammad's Dynasty

The Saudis lay claim to

Allah yahmina

God protect us

We are all your children

Nahn jamiean 'atfaluk

We babble and babble to no prevail

We rabble in the rubble of a broken HIStory

Lacking sovereignty, lacking security

Lacking silver linings, werewolves at Mineh

Ethereal beings stubbornly unswayed

Growing more righteous with each passing day

Growing our grieving, greatening our sorrow,

A hundred years lost in the desert, whilst raining

missiles from another land.

Where

 

Where has our logic gone

Where does our good sense lie

Where do we begin to notice

    No one wins when it's an eye for an eye

Where do we go from here

    So many have been lost

    Our hearts broken open, hemorrhaging

    Paying the ultimate cost

    Borders undefined, boundaries crisscrossed

    Within, inherent lies

Where is the truth we seek

    Clouded in corrupted minds

Where do we come together

Where are the silver lines

    A yellow brick road to follow

    No wizards, but dandy Lions

Where has our good god gone

Where do our shepherds hide

Where have we preserved our peace

    For it to be multiplied

Where are the rising stock/stalk

    Lost, among the flock

Where are the heaven sent

Where do the scriptures rest

    Describing the archetype

    Outlining our next steps

Where is our reason to hope, in these darkest of times

 

 

in the darkness

 

perhaps it is inevitable

that as we are both opposite particles

we must annihilate each other

to some degree

before we succumb to balance in our universe

ever expanding, at different rates

our thoughts produced are not the same

and the friction drawing us

in mass will only ever end poorly

where no one can win

a cold void vacuum of space

desolate of life

empty and finite

unable to continue our exploring

unanswered questions to our origins

now & forever lost to time

a reminder

that this too was of our making

a construct winding

with tensions rising

the tick and tocking

having no ear to land upon

be it deaf or that of hard hearing

happening in waves

a sound still reaching out

radio signals sent, with hopes left

never knowing if they were found

thinking of us

our fragility

life being but a happenstance

is quite frightening

precious moments

not wasted or treated carelessly

but designed with purpose

cared for tenderly

hidden figures

with which light will not interact

clouding around us

interfering in ways

we are still trying to predict

be it a slim disk

right through the center of us

there is some certainty

of its existential existence

its nudging of us

toward our continuance

in the darkness

where it is the hardest to see

hope finds a way

for you to feel its presence 

gifts made abundant

in friendly faces

in rhythms and rhymes

the predictability of math

scales and timelines

these structures astound

bringing us closer

to what we might call God

but also,

to what we might find in each other

having been made

from the same stardust

particles found throughout the universe

carefully woven together

here for us

 

 

 

I would like to think we are capable of more than what we have yet accomplished. I would like to think that there is more life for us all to live and experience and for which to be present. In the darkest of times I had always been under the illusion the goodness of people would shine through as perhaps the light of annihilating dark matter particles from millions of years ago do. I am no longer under such an illusion, but I believe in all of us there is good and that as long as we continue to pursue the light within we will find each other again, in this darkness; that we will see our humanity is greater than the color of our skin, or our place of origin. That when given the right tools for the right jobs we, together, can accomplish anything. 

We are all responsible.

 

Note from the Author.

Author

Barbra E. Bond
Post /Pardon.me