Tag: mother

Bleuté

Shadow runner
Thoughts are half asleep
They are perfectly rested
In the slits of my eyes
No disguise
Inimitable

Why would a mother say
She couldn’t comfort you?

I painted your hair blue
Only on the edges
A little duller than cerulean
Ironed the hair pin straight
Like China dolls

When I came back there were
Bits of blue all over you
I was cleaning the stains
How did it get here?
Over there, everywhere

I was looking for red velvet
Strands of hair like the fabric to
Braid in and you found the orange
Only two bags left in the aisle

All this dressing and beautifying
To make a person feel special

Why would a mother say
She couldn’t comfort you?

Why then a boy
Seeking a woman
To comfort him in a way
His mother didn’t do it?

© GÄ

Mal Voix

I don’t deserve delicious
Self deprecating wishes
I don’t deserve the moon
The sun can turn its face too
I found my father’s touch
Of gloom in my veins
Residuals of pain remanufactured
In me the stress of eternity

Stretching to be better than
The very best of good
I cry to laugh instead of
Remembering the cruel
Cool, cool, cool

Do other humans
Scold themselves or
Overthink to the hilt of difficult
What if you are truly someone
And you still feel like no one

Make champion to the disdain
Exonerate my guilt
The given displeasure of
A childhood I didn’t request
Feel the love spilt over the ground
Of a father who also forgot
About his sons
Drowning in themselves
Or rivers that pull us under
His best whatever that is

I don’t deserve deliciousness
If I am his I am at best nothingness
Like hugs and affection and
Kisses and pardons and wishes
Granted by the sea I am the
User my mama said I am
Ungrateful my father said the
Sky is darker than it was the
Day before there is no lawyer
For self inflicted discontented
Polydactyl internalized sewer like
Sores of contradiction

To be truly honest
The vulnerability forces its way
To the top but at what cost
Broken glass against the skin
Or walk with wounds from
Deep within we carry on…

© GÄ

Teacher

She’ll just be tired when I call
Stop talking about death
He said mysteriously
Like a hornbill

I wanted to connect with her
No hope for the future
No possibility of conspiracy
Just a genuine chat
Comments, advice and greetings
It’s almost empty
She’s always coherent

What do you notice when someone shuts down
But the delivery shows the way forward
I’m on the verge of preponderance
No feedback left in the tank
I used most of it before I was born

I have so much I want to share
Nothing will be accepted
She has very few ears left
Too much rest and how
Can we compete with odds and ends

For the record, I wanted to be closer
Following the smoke when you wake up
Please read this knowing I would
Have been even a best friend
Perhaps better than a son
So many roles
I also got parent

It’s too late to be a mother
She had too many lives
Before he arrived

If you were a teacher
You were a preparator of so many things

You taught me to be strong
Isolation is not perfect
But somehow
Being alone is also possible
And peaceful

© GÄ

Mother Nature

Find yourself there
Instead of covered
Walking through the splendor
Against the ascending
Merciless moans
Some folks start out
Behind
Some folks start out
Ahead
No matter where life begins
It seems we all
End up the same
Perhaps in some
Quiet October
Baring humility
With leaves burnt orange
And pink red trees
We have no choice
Mother Nature
Makes the call
Even the hushed crows
Watch as the foliage falls
Enchanted expressions
There is no voodoo speech
To stop the universe
From whence its tracks
Will not be shamed
Tomorrow cannot boast
Snare not what shall be cast
Along the coast
On long winds tail
No bitter tea
Shall we drink less
Nor breath inhale

© GÄ