“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

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Let’s See A Smile On That Pretty Face

lighten up, loosen up
says somebody hammered in every way possible
get a grip, have a drink
who knew good cheer could be so forcible?

if i were to smile while walking around
someone would wonder what drug would be found
inside my system, running around

so let me scowl and snarl
as i walk along the streets of downtown
it holds the whistles at bay
when their flirtatious faces are met with a frown

Medford, Oregon

Right here in Medford
There are two kinds of people
The East and the West

Forget South and North
That is where the middle lies
Rich, desolate mess

We live by homeless
They speak louder in the night
For we silence them

I am sorry the days
When I cannot look, for fear
Takes me by surprise

What is it I think?
That their woes are contagions?
Famine infectious?

I am not alone
Thinking irrationally
Most do avoid them

Insufficiency
Could take us all, and I’d say
Good riddance, blind eyes

That Broken Harmony

People.
Have you ever noticed how different we all are? Even people that are similar have differences. We dress different, give our bodies our own flair. Celebrities try to be each other, we try to be them, and yet we cannot. Do you know why? Because we can never be the same as someone else. We are not clones cut from the same mold or the same exact ingredients. Even children are different from those who made them. There are changes in personality, changes in the way they walk, differences in what they prefer to eat. Twins, the people who are the closest to each other, are different. None of us is like another.

Still we try.
We shape our bodies and our faces to be like people we know. Mass groups are changing themselves, compromising their images to be false. Why do we do it? What have we to gain? We have so much to gain from being unique. From each person we can learn. We all have thoughts and words ready to break forth out of our lips. Our ways are our signatures, the signatures that we leave behind when we walk out of a building. They leave people wondering, wanting to know more about us. Our differences hold the interest of those we meet. They are what make friends and enemies and rumors and job offers. Without these, life is lifeless, colorless.

Can you see the sparks?
Leaping off our faces and out our eyes, surrounding our sighs with light and laughter.  Those are our desires and feelings. Those are me, drinking  my coffee without any sugar. Those are you, drinking your coffee with several spoonfuls. Those are the world, preferring one movie over another, one fabric over another, one topping over another.  Those are also the pain that each of us feels. The reason a father hurts his family and the reason a friend betrays a brother.

Without.
Without.  We are purposeless, gray matter amidst rainbows. Nothing we do can change that we are not alike. Hello, you. It’s me, a person. I am not you. You are not me. Now let us be friends in that broken harmony. 

Blindfolds

Since the dawn of time, life has been this crazy mix-up. Everyone is walking around with blindfolds on their eyes. Can you picture it? Stumbling and falling over each other, and jumping to try and get through the doorways, hitting their heads and laying in the streets with bruises in their minds. Where exactly is everyone going? Since the dawn of dawn we’ve been trying to figure it all out, but everywhere we looks becomes a dead end. People are crowded on every corner, yelling and adding the chaos of the scrambling. We dodge them, mostly. It’s a very hard thing to do. Thousands go opposite directions, hands out to keep from colliding. Have you ever thought that maybe….maybe they aren’t really going anywhere? They think they have meaning but it is nothing. They have feet that get them places, and help them run away. They always go somewhere. Then they go somewhere else. And somewhere else.

And somewhere else.

 

Suicidal

Are you certain all is well

Standing in the path of a train?

The truth: I didn’t know

It was you the first moment I came

Years can do a lot

And people are gonna be changed

And fate doesn’t stop

No matter the reason you beg

I left you in peril

Captive of your cowardly mind

If running is all you’ve got

Then be glad I got here in time

To save the disillusioned

Trying to take his own life

But in the end what exactly

Was the freedom you were hoping to find?

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Freefall

They’re not telling me to dive in headfirst

Just to keep my legs straight

Looking out across the water

My audience of blue waves

Crashing on the cliff side

And the sharp rocks beneath me

But the place I have to land in

Is only ten feet deep

~

I’d turn and run and hid but that’d be cowardice

But I know I would die if I did this

I said I would jump but not this distance…

…but they don’t listen…

~

Someone coughs behind me

And I know I am late

They’re waiting on a freefall

That I can’t do in my state

So I take a breath but breathing

I don’t find relaxing

With their eyes completely

Fixated on me

~

I’d turn and run and hide but that’d be cowardice

I know I would die if I did this

I said I would jump but not this distance…

…but they don’t listen…

~

My advice to you is fair

Don’t give in to stupid dares

They weren’t telling me to dive in headfirst

Just to keep my legs straight

 

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Dalit

I’ll try to tell the tale

Of a small untouchable

A dying girl in India

One too susceptible

To hate and avoidances

And untreated grievances

That left her crippled

Still searching for happiness

But wanting to become

An importance to someone

Crawling on the ground

A piece of her undone

Unraveling and twisting behind

She holds her sari closed

With the other hand grasping

For a root or stone to hold

Crowd begin to gather

Birds flock and wonder

No one cares to help

Only wanting to gaze at her

Her misfortune and poverty

Her disfigured body

Hereditary fate

And the lack of a family

In high standing and respect

Just a birth defect

And an insatiable desire

To become perfect

 

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