Teenage

I stared into the pair of those blue-green eyes
And I saw memories and tears, ecstasy and surprise.
His eyes smiled and hugged me in
And I couldn’t help but give a small, shy grin.
But now I weep because I see
That those beautiful, blue green-eyes,
Will never look at me.

And all the meanness and
Planning and discontent
Fierce veil of China doll paint, scraped
Face scrubbed and pink like a newborn
Breathing in and out the
Sleeping hounds of fury, insecurity
Which make their home in her stomach
Fearsome fluid tangle
Silent
Hot little hands resting on thighs
Tracing a dot to dot of bruising
Like kisses
Nesting in a palace of stolen silverware
She sleeps.

I fight against the ever-present ropes
surrounding my flailing limbs.
The more I struggle, the more the tassels tighten.
My knowledge of this rule is irrelevant
as I continue to kick and punch,
thrashing for my life.
Slowly my resistance dies away
as the strings flex around my neck.
My chest heaves; in, out.
The breaths begin to become shorter, more strained.
When I awake, I am released.
My body is covered in scarlet lacerations.
As I examine each crimson lash,
I realize it wasn’t ropes that left these marks.
It was fingerprints, fingerprints from my own fingertips.
At this point I begin to question my sanity,
if that still exists.
I realize that it’s not what other people do to you,
it’s always up to you.
People can do what they want to you,
but it all depends on your reaction.
Are you going to fight against your own will power
or resist that of those around you?

A striving, screaming, shouting glimpse of innocence
Peaked from inside dying hope.
We all can hear the piercing screaming cries.
Not one shred of compassion, though
not one hand reached out by the free
not one shackle hit the ground

A plead so faint and stricken arms reaching out
My heart is racing,
dripping in cold pure guilt.
Shake off the dirt that hits me like a cold, sudden breeze?
No,
The corner of my eye still bearing an incident that only needs
the justice and purity of those who soar beyond the deprived
But we wonder aimlessly in our own doubts, in our own worries.

We inspect our own issues,
we are like stone bricks now,
keeping the needy away,
and yet we ask ourselves how?

How can the tall stand tall when they kneel?
How can the rich stay rich when they give?
Same as this:

How can the small stand tall without getting a hand?
How can the poor become rich without compassion and assistance?

So don’t shed a tear on the issue.
Don’t beg for a hero to come.
Man mends man.
The poor help the rich and the rich help the poor.
Be the hero to come.
Be the tall to kneel.

If to be seen
Once again in the light.
To be unhidden
Blinding the shadows of light.

If to be seen
out in the open once more.
wondering free
with no worry for door.
then let me be unhidden.

Let me be unhidden
for the display of I.
that was hidden
from my naked eye.

if to be seen
far from my crafted home.
then let them come
let them run

Once there was a monster in a deep dark forest,
Who wanted to be a pretty florist!
Arranging roses, lilies and many a carnation,
It was his decoration station

He went to this mom and little brother Dan,
And told them all about his plan,
His mother was confused and Dan laughed,
Dan said, “You will never master the craft!”

Head held high, and skin gleaming blue,
“I’ll do it! I’ll show you!”
And worked and arranged,
For days, he was engaged

Went to his mom and Dan again,
Took a pretty bouquet, used his brain,
Mom was happy and Dan’s jaw dropped,
The monster was so happy, he hopped!

Opened a tiny shop soon the street,
Neither snow nor total heat,
Could stop the little monster, who
Had a dream, just like you!

What to do? What to do?
I can’t just sit on the loo
Maybe I should drive in my car
But the engine was out when I went so far.
Maybe I should be a animal
Some animal dangerous like a cannonball
But it was too boring
I nearly went snoring.
I decided to buy a Cola
Until I got distracted by the Tombola
I spent £20 and didn’t win a thing
Somehow I’m never going to be a king.
When I had no money, then I knew
That I couldn’t even afford to buy goo

Help,
Is the most common word
But seeing it in action
Was seldom heard
Only courageous and caring people could do
I am sorry to hear
People like this
Are very few

Help
Is like a beam of sunshine
In a dark doom
Which is always dark
Even during noon
But there is always a chance…
If God closes a door
He opens another
So you could advance further
And help someone in need
For where there is help
There is humanity..

Help
Was once a symbol of humanity
But now?
A few notes of money
Could make one extremely happy

We enclosed God
In a four sided wall
Called it a mosque
And knelt our head before it
Forever…
But only a few wise men understood
Which was clever
That even God helps those
Who help themselves..

Ashes prepare for the fire’s glow
Umbrellas twirl under the rain
The leaves voice a radiant symphony
Uttering a beautiful season
Many feathers thread their way south
Nature’s clock spinning a bridge to winter

Footprint forsaken
Marooned on an icy shore
Dreaming dreams undreamed