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different things come out
in times like these,
shadow bodies are shaken
from our penned-in roll
of birth and death columns
in family bibles, passed down
it's in times like these
you learn the shape of your lineage
and the scars of its silence
and it's in the time after,
you briefly re-learn
a new concept of time
through the old woman, adeptly
tending the stove
while the cut-short life
of the girl she was
burns quietly forever at her center
proving that two objects, truly can
occupy the same space,
can be both alive and dead
at the same time
and you'll re-map your roots
and faith
like switchboard memories,
re-plant your dreams
in whatever field of away
will take you,
yet somehow, the hymnal's dirge
still finds you, broken as the day
you broke the news
you learn, in times like these
how the cycle repeats,
how the illusion
of support and safety
so quickly fades
in this pivotal moment
when the hinge of family breaks
and the dress at the stove
just keeps stirring,
her guilt whispers
how it wasn't his fault
-not her boy-
how he doesn't remember
and has truly found jesus- again
over the years, you'll learn
to soften her betrayal
with your common wound,
a shared sorrow
and bitter mercy, knowing
how an empty dress
can hang forever, floating
like it's full
in times like these,
shadow bodies are shaken
from our penned-in roll
of birth and death columns
in family bibles, passed down
it's in times like these
you learn the shape of your lineage
and the scars of its silence
and it's in the time after,
you briefly re-learn
a new concept of time
through the old woman, adeptly
tending the stove
while the cut-short life
of the girl she was
burns quietly forever at her center
proving that two objects, truly can
occupy the same space,
can be both alive and dead
at the same time
and you'll re-map your roots
and faith
like switchboard memories,
re-plant your dreams
in whatever field of away
will take you,
yet somehow, the hymnal's dirge
still finds you, broken as the day
you broke the news
you learn, in times like these
how the cycle repeats,
how the illusion
of support and safety
so quickly fades
in this pivotal moment
when the hinge of family breaks
and the dress at the stove
just keeps stirring,
her guilt whispers
how it wasn't his fault
-not her boy-
how he doesn't remember
and has truly found jesus- again
over the years, you'll learn
to soften her betrayal
with your common wound,
a shared sorrow
and bitter mercy, knowing
how an empty dress
can hang forever, floating
like it's full
Literature
Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
how we marvel where you are.
A distant speck in edge of view,
That is all we see of you.
From your perspective what are we,
dearest star blinking brightly?
To us our Earth is blue and green,
but what’s its color in your sheen?
Yellow with joy or red with rage,
black with darkness, gray with age?
Or is there simply too much space
in between to judge our race?
Sparkling, spotlight little star,
we wish upon on you from afar.
You symbolize a distant dream;
one day we may move towards your gleam.
Can you see us where we are
brilliant, beaming, little star?
Astral body far away,
have you a world for us to sta
Literature
How the Planets Say Goodbye
I would still love you then.
When the inked sky
fades into the stars
because we stared at them
too long,
when the pages of our beloved books
turn brown
from age and borrowing hands,
when the trees grow taller
and their leaves
fall off
like decembers
spent in
may.
I would still love you then,
but not the way I did before.
Literature
Success Will Come
However arduous
An obstacle appears,
Rally your fortitude,
Dismiss all doubts.
Equip for anything,
Aspire to excel,
Ready for the worst;
Nothing is certain.
Every task possesses
Different trials each time.
Such chances escape
Unless you give chase.
Channel your spirit,
Challenge yourself,
Endure the hardships,
Stand your ground,
Success will come.
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About family, dark secrets and the perpetual-motion machine of abuse. FYI- my problem is not with religion itself, but its weaponization within the family- to keep victims voiceless.
Peace n Happy Sunday to ya,
Scott
Peace n Happy Sunday to ya,
Scott
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