My Reality
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bite me, hit the road, take a hike
I feel tough in my clichés
but I am serious when I say
step back reality
I want none of you
I will not be sad
because it is the custom
nor fear out of convention
face you reality?
I think not
I choose this tender face instead
even now as you pull
down the corners of his mouth
and knit his brow
with your accountibility
not you, but he
is more pleasing to me
and skipping through
my sweet fiction
watches me happily
because my lab results
are worrisome you think
you can rearrange my smile?
I dare you try
you will fall to my smirk alone
you are powerless
in this sacred space
you with your predictable
joyless face
I turn my back
turn up the music
join hands with my coven
threaten us here with statistics
and headlines and you will find
yourself fuel to the very flames
we dance around
while my daughter’s belly aches
of a dying fairytales
do not rap upon our door
we do not entertain your kind
reality is for realists
you will find none here
look around, there is only
me and the children
and we have our heads
planted deep in fairy dust
winged sprites and magic wardrobes
ancestral pirates and actualized seagulls
all are real to us
here a handful of carrots erases
the worst chocolate offense
and a handful of vitamins
equalizes a night of martinis
in those moments when resolve wavers
when in my weakness
logic and history bears down on me
when my open and innocent child inside
wanders away
and I am left laughing
at life out loud
hoping to find comfort
in the sound of my own voice
know your hold on me
even then is fleeting
for every morning the truth
to my soul restored
what I choose to believe
is
my reality
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Thanks for getting me, loua. :)
Like the stone heads on Easter island, feel no prevailing winds, and weep not at the storms that lash their faces, They gaze calmly outward, focused on the horizon of what will be, not the reality of what is current happenstance.
Their past is long dead, it does not haunt them, their creator, embedded them with strength, their present like the past cannot alter their places in the grand scheme of things, and the future lies beyond their blank gaze, so why would it matter. Loved this rant of yours...MFB III
Thanks MFB! You give great comment.
oh my o.0 Randy! My you are fierce! Teach me this method for renewal of self and I promise you I would be 50 x's better than I am now. That's right Randy--show those who try and mock you that you will 'fan the flames' with your own reality! I enjoyed this one.
If only you lived closer AIDY you could def join my "coven." We meet at midnight under full moons and pull the wings off bats. Its great fun. Seriously Sandy you are an amazing talent I wish you were around so I could tell you to your face. -hugs
Highly enjoyable Randy, Liked it :)
Thanks for stopping by Shamel. Always a pleasure to see you.
Has anybody got any carrots? I had a chocolate incident... love the images, Randy
Thanks Jess. There are ALWAYS carrots in my frig. and chocolate in my cupboard for that matter.
Oh, I really loved it. This one got me, Randy. You amaze me with your poems :)
And you tantalize me with yours!
Loved it Randy. He would dare cross you? I can really see your defiant spirit and your love for truth. This poem speaks volumes about the writer and poet in you. What a wonderful job you did. Thank you.
Oh Dohn, I'm glad you liked it. I supposed this does let you a little further into my mind. Thanks for your comment.
Powerful & blunt with excellent imagery & wordplay- Loved it!
So glad you like it FKT. Thanks for coming by.
What I like is the defiant tone in this one. We have little control over the things that happen to us, but we have a lot of control over how we view it. In the end we are, each of us, meaning makers.
I've never heard the term "meaning makers," interesting. I wish I had better control over what absorb and what I bounce off, but some people can just pull my strings... Thanks for the comment.
Wow, this is very powerful, indeed! Gosh , I have missed much not beng around lately...need to catch up.
Looks as though your muse in on fire! :) Really enjoyed this!
I think it's all about the stories we tell ourselves, and the one's we believe. I think so much of our collective depression is a result of us being a society with out active myths. Sure, some are able to buy into, at some level, mainstream religions. But most suffer from a sort of existential angst, due in part to having nothing to anchor themselves to in the larger order of things. Read anything by Joseph Campbell for a long and well-articulated meditation on this sort of thing. But I do go on! I liked your hub. The jeans in the pic aren't bad either ;-)
Ya I have been on a roll lately. Only published a couple of them though. I'm glad you are back, missed ya.
Philip this poem is about buying into to the myth and pulling yourself back out of it. I love Joseph Campbell. My favorite piece of advice from him, and I think he was speaking directly to me when he said, "Break some rules." From this idea Randy was born. :)
You know who else has a lot to say along those lines? Ralph Waldo Emerson. Read his essay on Self Reliance. It's so majestic in its language and ideas that it just energizes you. Same for Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself", which I've mentioned a number of times on here. Powerful stuff.
Thanks Philip!
I was just flicking through the poems and this one was amazing, I will definitely keep on reading. thanks Nell
Nice to meet you Nell. I'm glad you found me. :)
loua says:
2 months ago
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