I am Strange, I am Disconnected

I'm pursuing my teenage years while being completely lost
 Uncontrollable uncertainty unbinds me, shaking and stirring





False truths I then dwell upon, and then it proceeds to toss
 My senses into a chance direction, I latch onto anything alluring

    As my thoughts refine, soon I will find something to believe in
    Ill look at my reality with it to the point of total distortion
    That thing I hold onto becomes my spectacles until its worn thin
    Then it is gone through an impulse of insightful contemplation
    And again, I'll repeat the process that has made me very lost

                                                                              -Piscine Kipling
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L e t T h e m B e

Let children be children for once
 By letting them play
 Where is safe
 And by leting them know
 That you will protect them always
 Because you are their parents
 Let children be children for once
 By allowing them to show their love for you
 Because you are their parents
 And please tell your children that you love them
 Because that is what they want to hear
 From you
-Aldo Kraas

d i r e c t i o n ?

Where do we go from here?
 How do we carry on?

 I can't get beyond the questions.
 Clambering for the scraps
 In the shatter of us collapsed.
 That cuts me with every could-have-been

Pain on pain on play, repeating   With the backup makeshift life in waiting.

Everybody says: "Time heals everything."
 But what of the wretched hollow?
 The endless in-between?
 Are we just going to wait it out?

There's nothing to see here now,
 Turning the sign around;
 We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
 Stumbling cliché case -
 Crumpled and puffy-faced -
 Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.
All I want: only one street-level miracle.
 I'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.

Everybody says that time heals everything all in the end.
 But what of the wretched hollow?
 The endless in-between?
 Are we just going to wait it out?
And sit here cold?
 We'll be long gone by then.
 And lackluster in dust we lay
 'round old magazines.
 Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
 For all we could and should be being
 In the one life that we've got.

In the one life that we've got. Everybody says that time heals everything.

But what of the wretched hollow?
 The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out?
 Sit here. Just going to wait it out?
Sit here cold. Just going to sweat it out?
 Wait it out.

s u b t l i ness

Subtle Shades of Grey
Some people can find purity-

in the heart of a twisted oak,

Where others see only despair.

Some people can love the thorns-
 of the fairest rose,

Where others find hate and malice.

But all I see are subtle shades of grey.

For many, their lives are drawn
 in stark lines of white and black.

So simple and clear.

Yet all I see are subtle shades of grey.

Yet so plain – no shape, no color
 dares to brighten their lives.
No twisted oak or rose blooms bright.

I find no hate, no love, no perfect kiss
 in my version of the world.

All I see is maybes, and the potential of tomorrow.

For all I see are subtle shades of grey

Life has no perfection-
 but no flaws as well.
 I dream of subtle shades of grey.

			

igˈnôrd ˈbyoōtē

I am the beauty,
The beauty in the summer “the heat”,
 We ignore it.
I am the beauty,
The beauty in the winter “frozen cold”,  We ignore it.
I am the beauty,
The beauty in the fall “dying life”,  We ignore it.
I am the beauty,
I am the beauty.
The beauty in the spring “birth of nature”,  We ignore it.
I am earth,
I bare all seasons,
And you ignore me.
by Victoria Martinez.

its a beginning…

"... life is a dream come true
 It all began...
Now I have found what I am looking for
 ...your beauty and nothing more
Beauty is the sensation of your heart
Beauty is in your smile
Beauty is a rose that falls
 Beauty is in your heart that touch mine
 Beauty is in our hands that touch
Beauty is what surrounds you
 Beauty is in the air and water
 Beauty is in your eyes as they glaze upon me
...Beauty is in the world
 That we have created
 A victory of passion...
Beauty of passion
There is beauty of a kind
 That knows no boundaries of time
 The shining part of you inside
That you can never hide
 What can I say to thee
 That touches beauty-love
To embrace what I see
 A truly lovely piece of art as you
As we leave this world
 ... beauty will prevail
...love for you holds dear
How beauty shines from you...
To walk upon by endless others
 For beauty will last...
...love
 Your beauty
 My dream
--Roger Blaschke