Cubbies and corners

As if everyday was New Year’s Eve,
you crack me open to see what you get in return.
When you treat everyone as just a gear to a mechanism,
you’ll soon realize how robotic you’ve become.

You were born from love
of jungle gyms and stomping grounds, but
if you’ve only ever seen the world through
this lens of us versus them
then I’m sure you were great at hide and seek.

Wearing others down like
a pair of shoes I meant to replace,
when someone’s resolve shatters under your pressure
like the snap of a thunderclap
is it music to your ears?

We were put on this earth with others
and maybe one day you’ll figure that out.
It’s no quiet accomplishment
sewing up these loud sutures again and again,
but if you do find yourself alone
thinking maybe I’ll take your call,
know that I am among an…

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May 7, 2018 1

Rancor

I would have taken the heart of mine, had he possessed one. I had to settle for breaking him. Excellent poem and poet both.

Ragazza Triste

He ignored my plea when I implored him to stay

I cried silently

Gripping the metal of my verdict

He shuddered when I slid the chain around his neck

He didn’t say anything

He took a deep breath of aversion

His algid eyes piercing through my soul

His hands were cold just like his heart

I mourned for his death

In my hands, he bled

I took his heart out

His cruel heart, no more

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May 4, 2018 2

And the Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

Children of the stars they say
Reaching
Shackled to our feet of clay . . .

The coin that knows but one side
Seeking
Self-knowledge history denied.

Almost comprehend, not quite
Feeling
Never growing to full height

And stepping to an off beat

Fated

Trapped beneath the sun’s bright heat.

Stars pattern in the night sky
Small ones always asking why
Doomed to crawl and then to die
Children of the
Stars can’t
Fly.

April 30, 2018 2

Imagine

Light breaks
yet no one sees
and fills the room
with clarity
Brilliance
old fashioned style
Men’s ties
vibrate
with spoken
and unspoken
color
Charmed I’m sure
beyond reasonable doubt
In collective harmony
the minds create
collate
thoughts and ideas
matter and dreams
probabilities
counterparts
and parts unknown
Fragments of our
imagination and selves exist
in and in between
time or space
as we know them
and particles laugh
with uninhibited
Glee

Light breaks
with joyful sound
Laugh too
and you will see
lovely abandon
procreating
and co-creating
Look and see . . . .

April 29, 2018 10

30 Day Emotional Detox – Day 7. Look For The Unicorn — Opinionated Head

Happiness is all around, If you just look for it. Not so much as look for it but look at it, You will find it in so many places. Someone told you it’s hard, Someone made you feel like You don’t deserve it, You will never find it So you stopped looking, But oh, if […]

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April 28, 2018 0

Kalahari dusk: April 2018

Haiku out of Africa

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Implied Linear Time

change is motion, moment by moment
all eternity dependent upon you
memory hinges upon one moment
un-tameable. moments. unapologetic.
passing you by, sometimes speeding
they don’t look back for you or cry
as you cry for them, needing
traces of time streak down your face
knowledge is motion. moment by moment

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“I walked backwards, against time
and that’s where I caught the moon singing at me.

I steeped downwards into my seat
and that’s where I caught freedom
waiting for me like a lilac.I ended thought, and I ended story.
I stopped designing, and arguing,
and sculpting a happy life.I didn’t die. I didn’t turn to dust.

Instead I chopped vegetables,
and made a calm lake inside me
where the water was clear
and sourced and still.

And when the ones I love came to it,
I had something to give them, and
it offered them a soft road out of pain.

I became beloved.

And I came to know that
this was it. The quiet power.I could give something mighty, lasting,
that stopped the wheels of chaos,

by tending to the river inside,
keeping the water rich and deep
keeping a bench for you to visit.”~Tara Sophia Mohr from
Your Other Names: Poems

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An Essay Concerning Time Perspectives

“You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire”

Seneca, On the Shortness of Life

The problem arises in almost every Western society and it is one that will hinder many people’s abilities in life; that is how we are foolish with our time. In this essay concerning the perspective of time, I hope to explore and shed a light on how we, as humans behave and act in accordance to our beliefs about time. For instance, most men believe that they can get much more done in a week than they possibly can and much less done in a year. As we explore the idea of time perspectives, I hope to make it clear how we, as humans waste so much time on this planet, not only on trying to acquire certain superfluous belongings, but also on activities that do nothing but ruin our wellbeing……..