Black like me“The Prince of Darkness is a Gentleman” Shakespeare claimed But such a prince does not woo us and charm us out of his own skill Birds of a feather simply flock togetherBlack like me
Of all the places Dante might have come upon himself In the middle of the journey of life That it was A Dark Wood should come as no surprise For like him, we are there more often than not
Should Milton have truly made a hell of heaven we should not be surprised But that he could make a heaven of hell we should not be impressed For who hasn’t done the same?
And while we’re at it &
Telling PainIf happy is happy And good is good And beautiful is beautiful Then the things that are happy and good and beautiful Have words enough to describe them And do not need mine But if sadness can be is sensual And bad can be a source of mirth And the ugly can enthrall Then understanding cannot come from one word alone But from many Which each must be extracted in pain And pain is personal No one else can be trusted To the frantic mating of words So full of release As to make the pain a pleasure,Telling Pain
Orgastic in the telling
Spilling legosIt doesn’t matter That you can’t read the scribbles on the paper Some scrap of former use A receipt or napkin or letter Where I’m writing phrasesSpilling legos
Disjointed incomplete and illegible As fast as I can think them Because I’m just spilling legos on the floor And just like that The tub is suddenly empty And I’m ready to play But unsure what to make I try arranging them by color Then maybe separate by size And then I give up and jumble them back into a pile Raking my fingers through them aimlessly Adoring each one Loving the melodic clinking
Ever AfterAnd then they all lived happily --- Did you finish the thought? Did you think it? Even though I didn’t put it? Of course you did. You saw it in my handwritingEver After
And heard it in my voice And believed it in my life Even though it isn’t. It’s nowhere in my words And its certainly not in my life Which is full of misery enough Without my having to struggle with your false assumptions That my life is only beautiful And all wonderful. So though you thought it in an instant And forgot it in the next I’ll still strain under the weight of your expectati
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Le chemin est vraiment l0ng
Avant le j0ur de la libérati0n
Mais le c0mbat que n0us men0ns
N'a pas bes0in de muniti0ns
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- Jeff
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...in my bed.
"We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment." - Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler's Wife)
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I'm happier than I look.
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A real friend never gets in your way - unless you happen to be on the way down
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