Ridiculous Conspiracy?
T- mobile has this back room where they create men. I sat in the waiting area and saw studs in uniform, clean shaved and ready to work. New men exiting the break room. This batch of men resembled each other in their appearance. It could be a technology malfunction but pleasant to the eye.
Truth is the aliens were created by companies such as T-mobile. Aliens are simple workers in charge of design and sculpting. They created us to produce and consume the products sold by companies in order to create larger and greater companies through our work and consumption.
Selfless, Brave and Kind
We only quote the nice
We remember the funny
We indulge in the sweet
We want to forget
We want to be numb
We find ways to escape, release and relieve ourselves
from the unpleasant truth of our everyday lives and of the terror that lays past our bubbles.
Our bubbles have small problems that bring us comfort
We lived caged but dare not to cross any oceans
because our lives are comfortable without waves of salt and the dryness of land
We care only what the image on the screen and packaging says
Our thoughts are mass produced, shared and re-tweeted
we dare not look beyond or reflect on real life
Overwhelmed we are and cowards most of us remain
selfish, sheltered and miserable
Bleak Blossom
A past decision, chained me to contradiction. Still, I wonder if grace..?
I'm a flower that flourishes among quality yet survives off superficiality. I hold my breath as death travels my stem. Oh, terror and delight, to be discovered, pulled upright and sent into a drift so honest and light.
ADHD
Her hair runs over her face and shoulders
She is pale and fragile
almost porcelain
Isolated in a corner
she sits very immobile
I wonder how she had been
if people were not seen as a number
and numbers were not seen as people
She might as well be made out of tin
because in effort for her not to fail
they have removed her heart
to save time and verify wallets didn’t suffer
A child drugged up to a medicine
is a sight I can hardly bare
specially when short cuts are taken
and better forms of help were
overseen and set as a back up or spare
So what, if her life use to have more color
and her steps were full of dance and art
So what, if she couldn’t stand still
as the teacher taught her to do a drill
So what if her special learning forms
would budget for an extra dollar
All hard work is paid to what’s worth
for me and you both
when one can show compassion and valor
In order to not have a child feel ill
and watch as her shine shudders
Witness her smile fade into a scowl
and her energy for life disappear
as she internally suffers
She lost most of her self
and found perfect evaluation
She placed a trophy on the shelf
and as she watched her reflection
she placed herself there as well
Beloved Boy
Until now I’d lost all hope
that my young boy
would once again feel joy
sometimes all we could do is cope
to our new reality
of pain and misery
But how he recovered is a mystery
I didn’t know that demon could flee
and leave my darling’s body so unexpectedly
This devil is known for making an entrance
and she finally found the exit door
I am reminded that none can feel arrogance
when a disease can just walk in
and sweep you off to your knees
She reminds us that none is immune
that no amount of money or silver spoon
could guarantee health or another breath
I caught a glance in the eyes of my boy
it was the last moment before he would be done
He felt peace, and happiness for a second
as he held my arm and in the other his toy
Ill see him once more in heaven
as my beloved boy holds Jesus’s hand
Awaiting His second coming where there shall be no more death,
as revelation comforts this father
and shows a future living in any more pain
Waiting in Him I remain
Till the day we are all together
again
Chalkboard
He hadn’t seen anything like it in twenty years of teaching
In shock he remained as he entered the door
There was a strong thud like a boom
And the former teacher almost broke out into a roar
There was soil and a footprint on the classroom floor
All the materials were laid and used across the room
Students were interacting in groups of threes and fours
Students moved from wall to the other side
It seemed like they were not thought to abide
Some were on the stationary computers
And iPads were used by others
No one was using the chalkboard
And the children were not complaining about being bored
For the first time had this Principal witnessed true learning
But he could not let go of what he knew about teaching
He saw chaos and wanted the chalkboard to be utilized
Everything had to be as he had been asked to authorized
I guess he likes doom and gloom
He could not let the children explore, grow and bloom
Widowed Wife
There is drumming
Inside two lovers on a date
I have one that is much similar
And betrayal pulled the trigger
Beating against me every hour harder
Like a ticking explosive
That I need to deactivate
The land was barren, the sky was black
As I watched his back right before I shoved
My will was sturdy and set
My hands are red and now everything has changed
The drumming gets louder
Tender and weak are my heart and brain
In the darkest hour awake I remain
Sure that this banging won’t simmer
Until I am confessed and from this truth delivered
Today the land is fruitful and the sky is red
His heart is black and so is the rest
I remembered when I shoveled more dirt to cover his chest!
Behold a beautiful flowerbed flourishes life from the dead
The Invitation
My worst mistake once told me the worst temptations do not appear to a man like a sensual woman with a scarlet dress, blood lips and the intention of giving herself to him because these are obvious mirages.
When reflections of our deepest desires are placed in a silver platter and up for grabs they get all of our alert flags up setting us in defensive mode. We can easily identify them as intrusive and delusive.
The worst temptations are actually quite different because they do not
walk in and take the victim by surprise instead they take planning, hard work and courage. They take courage because these temptations also carry a sign that tells us not to get involved as a fair warning.
Yes, decisions were taken before the actual wrongful act. I believe is because we don’t realize they come in a gang. We agreed to the first temptation and after the first one the second one and the big kahuna are definitely harder to remit. The gun was loaded, the aim was set and all the was left was to hear the bang. A simple scenario of cause and effect.
Forbidden but still wanted.
Just like the tale about the girl who danced with the devil and she knew who he was but just kept dancing. Perhaps at one point she invited him for a second piece on the dance floor and probably asked the devil to stay for one more song. She set the music and even took him out for the first piece.
We danced until I was left scarred. My worst mistake kissed my hand said he was finished and then into flames vanished.
Temptation is hardest to deny when we craft the invitation and initiate the dance. Following through with our ideas even though we are aware of the possible tragic finale is the bravest and most foolish life experience. We consciously trade in all of ourselves for temporary pleasure and the rush of a thrilling night. A rebellion against our own light.
We make the invitations and temptations attends. He then proceeds to takes us for a spin and then a dip.
Tangible Time
To know time then experience it
To touch time
torque the arms
To hear a chime
tune to the tick tock
To watch the abstract
twist a wrist
To smell the odorless
Smell the cedar
Do not taste a watch
It’s bitter and salty like a dime
Liar, experiencing a clock is not knowing time!
I know this but explain why do we count down to the new year
Why does the world stare at towers that have the magic mark?
Why did it feel so real as the arms torqued to strike midnight on the clock?
Because it was about the arms of the one I held dear
Not about the ones that made the clock struck midnight
And about the tight twist that led to an unbalanced hug
Of the heart beat that I hear
As I am held in that fit so snug
It’s about the moment when his lips met mine
I lost notion of what was left or right
Discovered how to truly know time