peace – Poétique

Aggrandizement

It’s okay to feel tired
It’s good to take space
Find your peace
You’re allowed to
Not want to do anything
A whole lot of whatever
To just lay there
Ask nothing of yourself
Release the pressure
Blow the top
Wipe your lips
Of all the stress
Anything you feel
That makes you less
Takes away from
What it’s okay to be
Without requirement
To do everything
Answer every text
Respond to every email
Turn it off, release
Find your place in
No means for keeping up
Just existing is
Outstanding
In itself relief
Maybe the biggest
Thing you’ve ever done
That’s what’s called
Letting go

Contending

There was a war going on tending
Over a peaceful land full of roses
That was once mostly fruits and vegetables
A small crop of edibles plentiful enough
Shared to produce and feed a few families
Though the garden was peaceful
And the caretakers loving the
Overseers that taxed the property
And issued all of their hear ye hear ye’s
Didn’t really care about what the
Land was for; looked like, whether it was
Beautiful or loved it was stone cold emotion
Most of the villagers living there
Played by their rules and paid
All their taxes and swept all their porches
But everyone was still putting up their
Precautionary dukes for fear that another
Battle would surely ensue left to endure
At any moment on any day the magistrate
Trumpet would blast and blare
Stridently a new proclamation to
Shake the knees of the humble town beware
And then the officials would all
Send their minions out somewhere else
To set tiny fires ablaze on someone else that collectively
Could effectively incinerate the hearts of
All the people who were just trying, crying
To live their lives right peacefully, civilly
And in harmony but there was no
Beautification or manifestation
That would aid the peppery proprietors from
Experiencing emotions of compassion
Attacks were practiced which would disrupt and
Enrage the sanctity of this precious plot
Inevitably on an outside space no one cared about
Before until someone finally did
And it became a war zone a rock to fight for
To be sparring on by tyrants who showed
No appreciation or gratitude for
What the village had become in self contributions
For it was not about the whole of
Humanity but the financial sum
Fuming inside the farmer pledged not to
Take it personal for his own mental reprieve

Oranges

Some small trace of myself
Left behind in the remnant
Of self respect and courage
Floating on the coastline
Of an adoring possibility
Worshipping the traffic
Of my heart speeding
Past myself just fast
Enough to get beyond
My own feelings and it
Takes a turn like a page
In a book that seems
To predict that
This is all for my own
Relief from the distance
That was previously
Pitched extremely high
And all for the love of my
Peace of mind and oranges

Peace Offering

There was a girl I once new
Adventurous and free
Chase the butterfly type
Tame the bee and so ready
To spring into life out of
Whatever begged to control her
To take away her freedom
To strip what liberated her
Innocently broken open
Like a dinosaur egg all
Crystalline within ready to shine
We think those parts of us
Are forever that they will last and last
That no shadow should fully
Overcast or arrange to suffocate
But something can creep in
There may not be a clear reason
She may not even know
Or he whomever this person could be
To you for me it was she
And when 19 turned into 45
She was not the girl
That used to be alive inside
She was the girl trapped in her own mind
Unaware of how to get out
No matter what I tried to do
To set her free
To help her chase the butterfly
To help her tame the bee
In many ways it was too late
Sometimes the gift we give
Is not to hold them back
But to set them free
I admit I held on earnestly
In the hope that one day I would awake
To see her face gleaming
As she did when we were kids
Even if you asked her
She could never shake it free to tell you why
She herself she was unsure
She couldn’t recognize how the outside
Detached apart from her could see
But I could see what she could not
And rather than be held down
By that pain and inability
I had to do what I could
To set my own self free
This my friend
If you have ever had to do
Might be the hardest thing
You’ll come to understand in truth
For there is no denying
The story that the heart can tell
Not of physical ailments for
A doctor in a hospital to diagnose
But one of spiritual nature
Responses given to conditions
That are not specific scientific
But beating inside
What we know as heartwarming
What we know as love
We can go on to share this journey
But in some cases where there is
Nowhere else to go
But inner peace
We must detach ourselves and rise
High above the heated grove
Of arguments and insecurity
Always leaving behind
Within our trail the sparkling gift
Release an offering of peace

Call Me

You come and go as you please
Enter in like a tease
Society must not
Be a breeze for you
Choose your weapon
No one can
Reach out to you
But the ones you want
To respond to
Satellite

What you put others through
Has no effect on you
It doesn’t matter
At all if
You’ve decided to
Turn off the phone
Nobody’s home
Anyway

Stay away
Do Not Enter
Escape reality
With mental illness
No one knows
What to expect
From the ones that
We love

What sickness is it this week?

Darkness
Sweet Torture
Occasional bliss
Up and down
Rollercoaster
A mirage of potential
Fists

No one knows what to believe
What will you say
Which way you’ll be
What phone you’ll answer
A busy signal
A busy signal
Static and
An empty dial tone
Push 1 for grief

If your phone
Is off the hook
And your receiver
Can’t receive me

I wish you peace
Call me