MR. CERTIFIABLE

 

I'll break the words,

destroy them,

put them upside down.

I'll do as I like

 because I own the world

...and I'm crazy.

Follow my rules

for you are ruined if you don't

because this world is mine

... and I'm insane.

L.O.V.E is that silly invention

which you think will save you

But it won't.

Because I own the world

... and I'm deranged.

.............

clearing

blue senses awaken

surrounding

a dark soul

it’s 

that hole 

in the sky

widening

while 

the rain shivers

and 

fades away

Joining d'verse tonight

Image: Green Dreams - Original Art Oil Painting On Canvas  by Leonid Afremov

One Is...

 One’s fire

And fireworks.

Looking at the one I am carrying

In the mirror

This satisfaction of being

One, for

One’s exactly the same

And   

Completely different.

One’s the sea  

as it meets the sky in the horizon.

One’s peace

Minding the mind

The understanding

The sympathy.

One’s nothing

Compared to everything

And

Everything

Compared to the whole.

(Adapted from a poem I once wrote called Who Am I?- long ago)

Time, Part IV by Aimee Stewart

On Perception

It’s grey

Everyone can notice that

But you insist it’s white

I clearly spot it’s black

As simple as that

But you refuse to change your mind

I climb and crawl

And shout

You tease and bother

And vow

And we compare and confabulate

Then we argue

Then we fight

No more balls

Or somehows

You keep firm

I keep fixed

There comes the battle

And then the war

And years go by

And then there comes the day

When a wise one turns up

To say

Neither was it

Grey.

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Black and White by JodieT

Posted for d'verse poets- week 28- Opening at 8 pm GMT [ 3 pm EST]

The Agreement

‘Just one cut or sliced?’

‘This is not joy or pleasure

It’s justice, revenge…

One cut will be fine.’

‘Not sure this is right.’

‘Did he ever tell us about rights?

You were seven, I was five.’

‘Do you think he’ll die?’

‘No, we’ll call them in time’

‘We’ll go to jail…’

‘Yes, and that’ll be heaven!

Ready?’

‘Let’s…’

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To all the victims of sexual abuse and violence.

Posted for d’Verse Poets LinkNight- week 27 - Opening at 8 pm GMT [ 3 pm EST]

Image: Sisters & Secrets by Tanya Mayers

Scribbling Essence

___________

..

I am a writer

I write

so as to explain what can not be explained
expressing great things through small words
.

I write

for those who can not read me

and never will

guess that is the many other mes...
.

as I write I paint my voice
and make projects of what should have been

and how unlucky it never was

never will
.

I write about  the misery of this and other worlds

I write

for it’s the only way for me to state

I am a writer
.

I write

in an attempt to discern and

unravel
the capital letters
 of  l·i·f·e .

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Posted for D'verse Open Link Night Week 20

.

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Fairy Scribe by morgansartworld

.

.

.

Often

All of a sudden I am not myself any more

Just a shadow of whom I used to be

Though being had little to do with living

Living less to do with the rest of the things

I used to think I was

.

All of a sudden, too often, you

Showed up to send signs

That what I was doing was all wrong

And you that I had a special gift

And then you , who
could not believe that shift in me

  .

And

All of a sudden the scary moments

Sacrified my existence

Turning into a tiny silly clown

At times, too often, aware.

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Posted for d'verse- Open Link Night 16

IMAGE: Fragile, by Metal Edz

About 55 Times

Time we need...

To stop counting the seconds

The hours the weeks

Months

     years and

Centuries .

Time I see 

and perceive

As the now so old

 school time

equations unsolved

On and on trying

All so much more

All wrong...

Time it’d be

So much simpler

If it did not exist.

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Tell a story, write a poem in 55 words and then go see g-man.

Killing Time by Alisa Gonzalez

Outcast

Opening one and another

more and more windows

Why-the light won’t come in.

Cleaning what already is bright and shiny.

And when turning

To take part in their game

She is not allowed to play.

...........................

Nude Art Photography

CONFESSIONS

These are the minutes

Of desperation...

In waiting.

Knowing

After the hours

All is seen

From that wisdom

Perspective

When I got to listen

Listen to those voices

Female voices

    whose bodies were not seen

In that long corridor

Singing a prayer of hope

All is well

So the bells tell

As they toll

For my encounter

   with a minister of God.

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Some Times

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When the light becomes mist
And these eyes cannot perceive.

When that voice

just a sound is
And his words are

but laments.

When waking up is

again dying

And that groove in the stomach
Turns off any glow for hope.
.

It’s then,
when,
Some times...

Smiling afflicts the soul,
Because it is cheating her.
.

It’s then,
when,
Some times...

Breathing becomes eternal
And the candle will not start
Because I am wetting it

With tears of ingratitude.

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Killing Time’Mounted Print by Alisa Gonzalez

today

what once was

once again will be

and those who were will be again

and the things we do

and are around us

 are the same they used to be

and will be again

kissing, observing, caressing

with the same mouths, the same hands

all we have to do is look to understand

walking the same path

 traced

foreseen

 millions of years ago

and from now on.

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Hell Miracles

Goya already painted lots of the sort...

But my visions lack his black

Surroundings and backgrounds

Are these visions or ascensions?

Collisions in delusions

Where these tiny miracles appear to stand

Appealing , appalling

Waiting at the end

Of the never ending tunnel

His black is my grey, my white

Silver,  some time

Others…

    stained with reddish sparks

And while strolling through

   a hundred hands rise

Begging me to share

     these tiny miracles that glare

And the angels up there

Snoring in dreams

Ignoring me and my glimpse

Sight of those still afar tiny miracles

That push me

pull me,

Pull me and

push me

…Inciting me

        to exist. 

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Posted for One Shot Wednesday

  ‘Distant Eden’ Canvas Print by Cliff Vestergaard

 

Getting On

Too long away...

I am not waiting

I am just hoping

That the train is a nice place

To stay maybe even sway

Either way

Can take the whole day

I don’t care about destinations

Nowhere is as good a place

As whichever

I just want to sit

Make myself comfortable

Might be going

  north or east

I can always come back

  south or west

My only quest

   to get on that train.

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Temperance

Temperance Canvas Print by Foxfires

 

Each day is worse

Than the one before.

One hour, just another

In a series of unbearable sixty-minute parts.

When eternity is what is facing,

 How can there be any patience?

And I promise I won’t do it again

Sometimes I really believe it

     And it feels so good!

Could this be that taste

Of hell, which

We came here to face?

Love,

Must get rid of this longing

This waiting...
.

Since forever is forever

Never is never, and

Sweetness...
     too sweet.

VOLITION

-

I won’t  be different

I won’t be the same

I won’t shiver I won’t doubt

I’ll run down the narrow streets

     Stepped and steeped

No one will be awaiting an explanation
      The timing will be perfect

And I’ll reach the shore

      Where so hard the wind blows

     I won’t feel the rain or the coldness

But the essence

For I won’t shiver I won't  doubt

 .

I will 
I won't...

I’ll be unapproachable

     Away from imprisonments

And I won’t see my blindness

    I’ll be unshakable

    Invulnerable

And I’ll swim

      recalling

All my past

In short shots.

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Perspective

Storm Ripple Calm’ Canvas Print by Paulina Kazarinov

That’s what you are...

You feel before you ever get to understand

And it takes so long to get to understand

If ever

That’s what you are

No one and everyone

That’s what you  are

What the others like about you

And especially what they dislike

That’s what you are

So work more on being 

What you already are.