Inopportune

I wasn’t who they seen me as

But then again, I can’t fault them

They weren’t any more authentic

Than I was pretending to be myself

I was young and fitting into a role

That’s what immaturity acts like

Not that it’s an excuse: it’s a stage

A poor position making hard progress    

More likely to be misread than understood

It’s meant to be that way for all concerned      

In the same fashion of growth by desire

If you don’t hunger for it, you don’t feed it           

But like all knowledge, it’s a dual edge sword

At times we bleed ourselves… to death

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Fall out

It’s not easy, as far as I dare recall

In what easy used to look or feel like

Maybe it’s more my romantic notion

Of what I’d require easy to resemble

Maybe it’s a truth. I’d rather not know

But it’s hard to tell after all this time

Perhaps it’s my desperation in disguise

And I’ve subconsciously fooled myself              

There are times we change our fashion

Become a new sense of self-satisfaction                

Only to discover we dislike the newness

Not all changes are good or proffer progress                    

Still, no venture no-gain emanates learnt

But at times I prefer to remain …ignorant

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Aghast

It’s more of an emotional ricochet

A beloved one is captured by death

Our normal trajectory hits a wall

We’re stopped suddenly, then fall

Downward void of a bottom to hit

Our reality becomes shatteredness  

Life is now a continuous hazy blur

And directions are left for obsolete

Thoughts intermix with memories

Gasps to breathe are happenstance

Life tastes of a poisoned bitterroot

Silence becomes a cacophonic echo

Heartbeats are left uniquely erratic

Despite our efforts to…hide it all

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Scorched

Things I treasured were vandalized or stolen

Their theft of physical items can’t eradicate

My heartfelt experiences or my appreciation

To soothe my soul as river water does rocks

They added freight to my travels, not damage

That extra bit I will absolutely carry onwards

After I’ve chosen to see them in the best lights             

They may think me the beast that haunts them

I can’t correct a fallacy they chose n to cling to           

Excuses will always be a negative justification     

Time weathers itself, waiting to rebuild bridges

Lost to peculiar raging fires or whet fabrication                  

If for some, a Pyrrhic victory is victory enough

I’m left enduring my experiences … as treasures’

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Derailment

Life feels more like a wreck

As if the tracks were stolen

In midst of a dawnless hour

While the world was asleep

My core behavior catapulted

Into weeds and thorny bushes

My thoughts and dreams live

Recalls are weaponized haunts  

Every effort is punitive in itself          

I can’t inhale without bleeding             

Tragedy replaces a soul’s shadow  

Treaded prints hold bloody drops                

I became everything but normal                  

Sudden stops are… so unexpected

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Cavity

Sometimes it feels like I’m falling

Sometimes I just don’t feel anything

Sometimes sleep seems to evade me

Sometimes I linger in seared memories

Sometimes life passes me by unnoticed

Or I’ll wake up in the middle of some day                

On brighter lit day,s I still feel its haze

That weighs me down from its presence

You were the only one to visit my heart

Leaving it filled with treasured moments 

Not a day passes by that I don’t flinch  

When cold reality notices you’re missing           

And yet all of you remains present inside

In tiny crooks and crannies…where I hide

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Shiftage

Some days feel like a lifetime ago

Whereas others feel like yesterday

Piercing burst of streamed sunlight

Still invades foggy days of greyness  

Regenerating a fuel through a haze

Like the rays might an umbellic forest

Hidden from a life’s sleepier practice

Ever slow I slide beyond a wilderness

Where I’m lost from my former living  

Treading subdued efforts of subsistence       

A seed void of any roots, I’m vanquished    

Far-off dreamier days I once imagined            

I cannot breach into the harder surface

Nor find position for…any restoration

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Polarity

Some tragedies are manufactured

Misunderstanding fused perception

Misinterpretation bias in a child’s eyes

Fosters motivation to become a hero

Every honest achievement: elevation

Laurels draped like rare oil paintings

On their walls of deceptive partitions

Ashes aren’t evidence of a fire’s origin

Only that a fire took place somewhere

During some time to anterior discovery

Our past acts like a formative author

But sandy soil spoils our foundation

If it can’t withstand accurate waves

That burst in to eradicate…fallacies

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Emancipation

On a mid-July summer afternoon

July thirteenth, Twenty- twenty-four

An assassin hoped to become lionized

Drawing blood from a leader’s right ear

With his lightning-velocity lead bullet

To stifle a true warrior and movement

But God was in the mixture to prevent it

And God’s whisper was enough to work

An assassin repeatedly missed his mark

Only to fall by a sniper’s crack response

As the former President helped to his feet

Slightly shuffled but remained undeterred

Bodyguards didn’t move him or a moment

His fist raised and mouthed… fight, fight, fight!

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*In remembrance of the event and lost supporters

of US President Donald J Trump.

Chronical

I create prolonged shadows daily

Without effort or thought invoked

The shadows waivers me nothing

As their absent voice stills chills

Chase remembrances up my spine

As I relive a vivid life in my mind

Like some strange addict, I’m beset

To old feelings and moments alike

I face fear and flight concurrently

As I’m unable to choose or to move

I’m like an odd, electrified conduit

To prostitute myself unconsciously                 

As their living testament recording

Unable to erase the reality…inside

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