Poisonous Plants

Did you plant this vine

The one that poisoned your hand

Did you set it free in your garden, in your land

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This poison that you can’t seem to find

Is crippling your mind

Like that vine

That someone else planted

When their entrance was never granted

But their thoughts slipped away

Finding roots in your bay

And you allowed them to stay

Cause you needed the company

 

Until your body was covered in a rash

And your mind started to dash

Across the negativity of their thoughts

Can you now realize

That you are not ill

That there’re poisonous plants, still

Lingering in your garden, in your mind

Rid away with them all

And stand

Strong

Once more

Slipping

Time is slipping away

And I hoped you would stay

But I’ll be slipping too

I wished you well

I wished you good

I’ve done all I know I could

But time

Is my enemy and time is my friend

I wished I could see it till the end

But time is slipping away

And I will be slipping too

Dam

He said

My words

Are not truly mine

I don’t feel the inspiration all the time

Like a river that has run dry

My fruits die

And I

Wait for the dam

To break loose

I ask him

Why

Does he continue to rely

On others to tear down the block

He looks at me with a shock

He realizes

He’s had the tools all along

Feeling empowered and strong

He breaks the barriers

And writes a new song

 

 

 

Pieces

We were forged out of the same stone

Ages ago

Then we were separated

The big bang scattered us like ash

As they speculated

But the magnetic field was too strong

And it couldn’t have dissipated

Life time after another

We mange to find each other

Putting pieces that were lost

Back together

And the image becomes clear

The memory of that stone

Inches near

Until we become one

Whole again

I have missed you

My dear friend

Poetry Reading

Part I

of Childhood and War

Memory of The War

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You Are The Savior

My pieces that gathered to make me

Often say

Help us to help you through another day

Never give up!

The Ant

The ant circled my empty plate, hopeful

He moved with purpose

But I

Sitting high

Can see the desert he is yet to discover

I wondered how I looked to God

Or a being much bigger than myself

Then I washed the ant away

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