a/n: Not one of my favorites (note the "not") haven't read it in ages, but all the same a little piece I haven't shared-- to soothe the savage beast...
Life is Not Fair
Life is NOT fair
Pain not pleasure
Sadness not joy
Hurricanes not gentle rain
Solitude not inclusion
Death not living
Fear not security
Suffering not prosperity
Deception not loyalty
Silence not discourse
Anger not patience
Judgment not acceptance
Bigotry not tolerance
Cancer not health
Poverty not wealth
Disconnection not involvement
Hunger not fulfillment
Cruelty not kindness
Vengeance not forgiveness
Karma is a fallacy
Illusion created by society
Formed by “fate”
Mislead by “destiny”
Life is NOT fair
Death is inevitable
The choice is to be consumed by what
Life is NOT
Or to embrace what life can be
Fulfillment and prosperity
Kindness, health, love and patience,
Pleasure and acceptance,
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LOL, and this precious gem... oh yeah, it's an oldie, and man... someone of the opposite gender must have really PISSED ME OFF...
I’m a selfish bitch, and I don’t need it.
I’d rather be alone and not heed it.
Love itself costs too much
Too much to feel it or regret it, ‘Baby’.
Dollars and sense?
You’re short on both of ‘em, ‘Darling’.
Go ahead and ask me. Do you really want a payment?
Go ahead... you want my cosmic energy?!?
Give up ~ break down, admit it...
I have nothing to share, nothing.
You can keep yourself, ‘Mr. Manic Depressant’.
It's not the words that made the first poem enjoyable. Twenty seven lines of dismal read then, BAM! Five lines of heartfelt, philosophical poetry really made this poem interesting. Though it is not my favorite of your work, it shows how crafty you are. That's just damn clever writing. So you had viciously slapped the reader several times and then soothed the stinging face with a gentle touch..........................
To the second poem. Really? President of the She girl man hater club that day huh? It is the cleaner version of a poem I wrote for a girl that dated a friend when I went to basic training so I understand the sentiment.......................
Post away, there seems to be no end to the rain these days when I'm not working and they are fun to read, old or not...........
OK, keep in mind... these go back several decades:
A horse of white, like snow --
White like a dove
They sent him out to conquer
And the rider held a bow
The rider held a bow
And they gave him a crown
He went forth conquering
A horse of red, like scarlet
Crimson -- like blood
They sent him with power
The rider had great power
And they gave him a sword
That they should kill one another
A horse of black, like coal
As pitch as midnight without stars
They sent him saying
“Hurt not the oil and the wine”
The rider carries a pair of balances
A measure of wheat -- three of barley
A horse just pale, so cold
The rider -- they named Death
And Hell on his heels
Sent forth to kill
With sword, hunger and with death
No horses, no colors
They sent a quake to the Earth
John saw the sun turn black
Saw the moon turn bloody
Saw the stars fall
All men -- hidden in the mountains
John saw them, that were murdered
Dressed in white robes
White like the first horse
Crying out for justice
Looking forward to the sixth seal
There was silence in Heaven
Fingers on Leather
My restless heart and sleepless mind,
I’m a drifting, fallen soul without wind...
Yes, it’s me again and I’m still searching,
Flowing through these crowded veins of life
One shocking beat at a time,
A beat like rough fingers on leather,
A beat like a bird’s wings.
And my feet aching and unmoving,
Planted like stone in a rock garden.
I’m going no where that I need to go,
Just standing, a cement statue.
And these weary eyes,
And this shapeless destiny.
I’m not a tolerable fool to reality.
No, I’ve found nothing... nothing
In this cold-blooded maze of lifelines.
I’m craving warm, summer rain...
The sensual drops of purity on my tongue,
And new, like untamed youth,
Like wild flowers...
My restless heart, my sleepless mind...
One beat at a time.
Wow @tlhopkinson I had thought for some reason that you were not very religious. The first poem is near Biblical in a sense. 'John saw them murdered.' 'Dressed in white robes.' Sounds like the book of Revelations in the Bible. You have such a gift for trickery with words and structure of poems. I liked the feeling it gave me at the end. You honestly have a ...................what? Crafty knack to create............feeling at the end of each of your poems. Awesome to be able to do this.
And I love the second poem. 'A beat like rough fingers on leather.' Is about as artistic as it gets. Awesome colorful comparisons. The ending was somewhat seductive. And you have obviously did your job here as a poet. Impact..............Crafty knack.............This one makes the list in the top three of my favorite poems of yours that I have read. Thanks for sharing these.
Write on @tlhopkinson ....................write on
The Revelations poem was my poetic interpretation of that section of the bible when I was trying to decide whether or not I had faith... (I think I was 17 when I wrote it?) I didn't . Been an atheist for years now. At any rate, I have no issues with belief or the beliefs of others. The second one was one of my favorites when I was young... again, I think I was a teen when I wrote it. Glad you enjoyed them, I picked them just randomly and quickly and posted them... I have hundreds . They are rated for the most part... and these had "1" next to them, so that meant I didn't think they sucked . You guys can print this old stuff all day long in the Thoughts anthology... I left these behind years and years ago.
KE sooooothed Nani Wahine! Muchas gracias @tlhopkinson. Got my fill of the arts. Rain is all gone. Yard work is all done. Honey do's all done. Time for thunder in the mountains and that oh so good feeling................Woohooo!
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