a fraud, a liar, a cheat, a deceit
names y’all gave me until I showed you receipts
bent my knee and followed the law
all this bullshit within democracy’s claw
rise not else they’ll smack your jaw
will someone rise and just fix the flaw
world’s a better place is a nice faux pas
my kid grew up and just saw what he saw
difficult it be getting to run from bank’s paw
while rich be getting richer and the applause
Posts published in “Creative Space”
Love, Love is full of emotions
Some pale — few frail, but with a lot of cosy notions
Colourful, the world beneath your feet,
when in love there’s no moment fleek
Wasn’t kind to anyone, had spared no one
Or
Is Love is kind?
Two hours of sleep
And three cups of coffee later
I ask myself
What am I doing
And I answer
I think I’m doing this for me.
I hadn’t wanted to live in the present
Because I never liked the present I lived in,
Whether it was because of workloads,
Or friends with no time for me,
Or just horrible people and circumstances in general.
The weight on my chest
Is a growing parasite
Feeding off of some deep dark fears
That don’t make rational sense
You tell me to shake it off
Take the piano off my back
As if I would have done that already if I could
But I guess I’ll have to wait until I physically can’t breathe
When the weight is crushing the damn bones in my body
And I implode and I scream and I cry because I’m hurting
And then you’ll see,
How much I was faking it
by Monica Mosser
We were in one piece as children
We were so happy together
We didn’t suspect a thing
But soon she ran away
Always a free spirit, though I never knew it
In my eleventh year she was gone
She left behind an exoskeleton, me
I didn’t know who I was or where I belonged
I didn’t know I was lost until I knew she ran away
~
When I took the hint I started looking
There were times I found her
She led me to go to high school elsewhere
But I know me
She goes when she doesn’t feel satisfied anymore
And even elsewhere, I was still lost
And I still didn’t know it yet
~
There were more times I found her
In summer 2014, I found her wandering in New York City
That’s a happy place for her
She and I reunited to gain confidence and leadership
But when my stay there ended, she left
~
On July 10, 2015, I was hinted to try harder in finding her
By none other than Taylor Swift
Later that July, I found her in Silicon Valley
We got back together and made some best friends
She stuck around when we went to Vancouver and Alaska
We made some more friends
And we found ourselves a love interest
But when that was over they left
I’m sure they are still gallivanting together somewhere
~
But now I know where she went after
I know where to find her
She’s in Hoboken
She’s there to stay and ready to start a new chapter in her life
I know we’ll be together forever when we reunite there
~
The thing about mental selves is that when they’re ready to leave, they do
I guess that meant I was ready when I was eleven
Should you feel heartbroken when they do leave?
A nearing steam engine chugs a heavy whiff of black smoke and from its archaic megaphone bellows a deafening, unforgiving horn.
Look at yourself,
What do you see?
What’s the point of having a face,
If you nobody ever sees it?
We wake up in the morning,
Wash our face,
Brush our teeth,
And we never forget our masks before we step out that door.
What are the odds that I sit beside her?
There are seven billion people in this world —
6 billion, 999 million 999 thousand 999 people
that mean so little to me,
And just one person who means the world.
A New Chapter’s Toast- By Bernard Feeney
To Fond Farewells,
And dear, fair friends,
And new beginnings where I once saw ends.