Kilmer Poetics Journal

We are excited That you've been invited This Christmas To our house. Leave there at your house: Your family disagreements and conflicts. Bring not your stones and sticks. Bring not your dirty tricks. Being home for Christmas. Join your brothers. . . Join your sisters. . . Father and Mother! Grandpa and Grandma. Join your aunts and uncles. . . Join your cousins here too! Leaving your pettiness. Leaving your ego. Leaving the hurt that never lets go. Bring your forgiveness. Leave behind your resistiveness. We are excited That you've been invited This Christmas To our house. Being Christmas at home this year. _________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 SDKilmer LLC / HeardWords America

Alone and  lonely Confused and bewildered Don't you go Downtown. Got worries but all the noise in the world Won't chase the one's in your head. You talk about the beautiful noise of the city's traffic. You linger on the sidewalk where the  Street dwellers pee. Where cannabis lingers heavy in the air. Perhaps you'll forget your cares. Where the light's of gunfire is so much brighter there You can forget all your troubles,  then you'll really care  you might be killed. Oh what a thrill! Downtown It's no longer what it was. All the hussle and bussle and buzz You'll be dead when you're Downtown No finer place to die than Downtown Every evil thing's waiting for you there. Don't hang around and let the bad people surround. There are movie shows  where you can go elsewhere. I know. Maybe you know some other places to go to Where your friends are close. Listen to the rhythm of a billie's bossa nova You'll be swaying before the

So many years I questioned And moved left. Then one day, 23rd of September In 1979 I'd say, I turned right. For years I kept turning right Until one day, 23rd of March 1998 I'd say, I learned I've been turning left While going right. I learned I've been going wrong. I corrected my way For the Way. I turned right. Now I'm not sure If those lefts I left behind Were actual lefts Or were they rights, all along? Were they the True Way: Alithinós Trópos? Had I gone trópos!? _________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

The wind is getting colder now days. The leaves are clothed in brilliant hues. Yet, the sun is strong and bright. Animals foraging. Readying their rest. While humans dreams. Of spring times. Immersed. Autumn. _________ Copyright ©️ HeardWords America written: November 2021

So loving and free; Once you used to be. The years has been unjust. Since,  You have become encrust-ed, Captured and inpenetrable. Neither a tender touch Nor a passionate embrass Do you, at least, tolerate. Where has your heart gone? Trapped within this armour of flesh? Is this what you think is best? Encounters with you  now feel so wrong. Inhuman. Distant. Untouchable. Crucible. So reducible. Once so loving and free; Come back to me! O ljubavi moja O my love. . . .  gone. ___________ Copyright ©️ 2021 SDKilmer LLC / HeardWords America .

When I found you You were sweeter than honey Far more fragrant than flowers. Never did I realize By looking at you, oh what power! I Should Have Known. You took little time To get to know me before you climbed Inside me. You handed me your baggage And sent me on a guilt trip. You set my head spinning We both should have been winning. You Should Have Known. I never realized being in relation with you Would set me on a wild journey. A journey to the center of a nightmare Oh what a journey On the wheel in the sky. Whenever I say I'm hungry You are always handing me a pie. I Should Have Known. You push away, as if to say, You had enough of me. Then as the tide in the sea Returns,  so here you are, with me. As if to say, you haven't enough of me. Then gone again, Then I receive once more      the love you send. I Should Have Known. And who really cares? There's enchantment and bewilderment in the air!. Only wanted to be loved And to love you  each and every day Hey (

I've got no time right now For your drama cow. O Mama, just get in the car! Nevermind your reasons and rhymes Yer drama's coming back as instant trauma. With you in my life I'm not getting far! Now, just get in the car! I've got a moral obligation to ya To get you to the station on time. Your life is yours, my life if mine. O Mama, just get in the car! You can laugh at my jokes Then you yell and scream  When I don't get yours. Because I was never the fulfillment of your dreams. Here are the keys and don't go slow. O Mama, just get in the car! ______________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America #SDKilmer #poetry #Kilmer #poems

Madam Desiree, Children tugging at your skirt. Did you know ignoring them really hurts? And while she's lying on the bed. She's listening to all the voices in her head. Not born in Amerika; So who pays the rent? It's an expense the State observes. Even more than she deserve! Thursday afternoon she dresses like a nun. Friday evening she thinks salvation has been won. Saturday morning she throws off the hijab. And she thinks she's done her job. Madam Desiree, Another stranger at your breast. Wonder how many more are left? Sees herself as a desired one, But all her mirrors are long gone. Says she's an Albanian snob. She's Roma! Her ancestors are from Punjab. Not born in Amerika, She thinks herself better than any Ericka. Madam Desiree, Children tugging at your skirt Did you know ignoring them really hurts? And while she's lying on the bed. She's listening to all the voices in her head. Another stranger at her breast. Wonder how many more are lef

What can I give to you  This Christmas? What can I give you In thanksgiving? You've done so much for others. You've been the perfect lover. You've done so much for others. You've been the greatest mother. Better days are coming. You deserve it all. Better days are coming. You deserve a windfall. I'd like to give you the world. Or a necklace of pearls. Anything your heart desires. What would you want to acquire? You deserve it all. You deserve to stand tall. In this life you may not have done it all. But whatever you did, You deserve it all! You've done so much for others. You've been the perfect lover. You've done so much for others. You've been the greatest mother. What can I give to you  This Christmas? What can I give you Besides my own selfless love? __________ Copyright © 2021 HeardWords America.

"I read the news today, oh boy!" An English peace fighter, Had just lost his war. He'd been shot down. So, "Living is easy with eyes closed." His killer had to know, That The war is over, if he wanted it. 42 bullets never ricocheted. 42 holes it took     to kill a Beatle. A crowd of people turned to stare All who loved him came to pray. They gathered by the garden gate     Of Strawberry Fields. "Where nothing's seems real." Not even the fall of Lennon. John would say, "It's nothing to get hung up about!" He fought for peace. Tried his best to love. But now the walrus rests. His war with war is over. We still can hear his voice. Imagine! that. ________________ Copyright © 1980 - 2021 HeardWords America

Daily are the tears. The little girl cries,  (Once she sees her recollections.     There's no one like her but she doesn't     know who that is.) So she hides  From herself. Daily are the fears. The little girl dies,   (Once she sees her reflections.     There's no other reflection of its kind.) So she hides From herself. Daily are the tears. The little girl lies,   (Once she catches a glimpse.      Glimpses are only partial truths       Of what the tears has washed away.) Never knowing Self Never does she see Self. Cleansed by her tears. Strengthened by her fears. Yet illusioned by the lies She remains hidden from her cries, To Be! Though she did see Who she already is. Needing to precisely place All the puzzle pieces In their respective space. --- Copyright ©️ 2021 SDKilmerllc / HeardWords America.

One could always have a better mother. Thank God, your mother wasn't worse. I wished I had a mother . . . Who was as caring as a nurse. I just wished I had a mother! --- Copyright ©️ 2021 SDKilmer, LLC/ HeardWords America.

  ( for Sanja) Make no mistake. You look at me But you don't see me. I am a Lupus 1 In fierce determination Not to permit the pain     to make me lame, Or my life like a wounded dear. No, I will become a dufus     before I surrender to this lupus. In the quite of my nights You might hear my roar. But you don't really hear me. There are times the pain and flares       are too much for me to bare. I just got to roar! Before, I take it out on you, my prey. Yes I pray every moment to triumph     or at least to endure this lupus life like a lion of royalty. _________ Lupus (Latin) lion. Also the name of a autoimmune disorder. Copyright ©️ SDKilmer / HeardWords America

I saw you crack a smile To something I had said So I thought,  Won’t you come home with me? To get over you I must get over me I need to get over me Like you’re already over me I saw you express some emotion Over something I had done So I thought,  Won’t you come home with me? To get over you I must get over me I need to get over me Like you’re already over me. You became so full of energy Over something I believed So I thought,  Won’t you come home with me? To get over you I must get over me I need to get over me Like you’re already over me. So I asked,  Won’t you come home with me? That’s when you walked away So I thought, You don’t want to come home with me? Get over you Get over me I just gotta get over me ‘Cus you’re already over me. ______& Copyright ©️ 2020 HeardWords America

The world is at the end Of just another year. What did you send To each who are dear? Do you know it's Christmas Time? Do you know it's commercialisation is a crime? Do you fund the pot coz it makes you feel good when you've got a lot? Aren't you ashamed When the ones who should gain Themselves are giving from their own meager domain? Do you know it's Christmas time? What does that mean? It's not just lights and sparkling decor of any kind. Nor the town square manger scene. War and famine Old and young  never finding your labours done. God has come to you and them That everyone may be enlightened before the world comes to an end. It's the greatest gift  having been  Given from the first day unto the last. So you should ask, What must we do to welcome God Himself Through the flesh of a tiny child? Let go of yourself You are holding on so tight Let go of your willfulness Just Be there Let the Light of this New Dawn Be, still in the Divine Movement.

You are a cruel bitch! Inviting me. Dressing me. Making me up.    At your expense. Only to discover That the groom  Is my ex-fiancé. And you knew that! And you still invited me. And you still dressed me. And you made me out    as the fool.    At my own expense! _________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America.

It was a forest once  Considered obscure And marginal. People believe it was cared for by a donce. The grass and vines Grew wild and shabby     in several directions. Strange though, as if anything more can be strange, The  animals there appears Disciplined almost civilized. People thought it was Magic that did bind them all. I knew better; For I entered this forest Seeking life anew. The disorder seen from the outside Was that of their own vision skewed They do not understand what they see. Of Law, they had only the letter. Why was it so different from the inside than out? But where does it all begin? In the center of the forest enthroned there The Donce, the Fool, a Holy Fool He not only cares for the forest; The forest is his stewardship. He directs its life by serving the forest And all therein. And he resides in the great Old Oak tree. Central among the forest vast. Because spatial life is of greater expanse Than the world outside. Of incredible strength, beauty and of

When you left Part of me left with you You had taken from me What I most needed. How can I grieve When you're still alive? No! you must be dead, I believe! Because when I came to my senses Already you were not there. How does a heart so shattered Become whole again? How do we wake up each morning When our focus is so scattered. To live a life you were never a part of? Pretend you don't exist If not we must ask, "from whom did I come?" We drown out the sound of our ocular mist So we avoid getting pissed By your absence. In the silence we would hear our primal screams creeping near. The tears of the unloved. the cries of the alienated. The screams of the abandoned. Poison and noise. Damn society's little ployes! As we drown our awareness. Even in daymares and daydreams. Pushing back the silent     Primal screams. Noise and poison There's so little joy in Drowning our sorrow Pushing back another tomorrow Each day an internal struggle In the life of an

Where are you here? Can you be near? Can you Be. Here. Now. Close your eyes. I'll show you a surprise. Highjacking your insides. Now Center yourselves. Straighten that back. You have what it takes, if you don't lack.  Forget about the world. And all whom you love. Focus on the swirl. And feel yourself will Like a hand in a glove. Of course you cannot Go beyond yourself. All by yourself. There's no self-transcendence. No transcending yourself. Whoever told you those lies Are so full of themselves. They're just wearing a disguise. No guru here. No guru there. It's themselves that they care Most about. Must I shout! You can improve yourself. Don't stay upon a shelf. You need to unfold. Unwind. Break the mold. Take control, you'll be fine. Author your own existence. At your soul's insistence. You can be large. But you'll never leave yourself. Never transcend your charge. ____________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

Must not have been news. When a child is abused. Belittle him, violate her.  Violate him, belittle her. Must not have been news. The boy becomes a man. Of him, a woman knows how to make good use. The girl becomes a woman. Her world makes no sense, its all too loose. All because of their parental sins. In the shadows no one wins. In an age when none of this is news. There's so much childhood blues. No one gives it too much time. Where's his emotionally free childhood? Where's  her clear mind for learning and adventure? No one thinks much about crossing the line. Must not have been news. To feed children the blues. ___________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

Above you will find the full cover for Around The World: Landscapes & Cityscapes  an anthology of 200 poems about places and locations. There are two (2) poems of S. D. Kilmer in this new volume namely, " Kyoto " and " La Café de Flore ".  It will be available for order on Amazon print/Kindle November 1, 2021.

The years have been fowl and grey. And I've forgotten how to pray. Takin my life into my own hand. I just might end up in a stranger land. Faithless all around me. They be what they see. This Church of Culture and Blood. Where the externalities are gestures and symbols. Shadows of the True Way they've left behind. Where the interiority grow arid and dry. All their Mysteries are hallow. All I know what to do now, is cry. My heart is broken. You have spoken The reasons why! Oh save me from myself before I die. You are my Beloved You are my Salvation You have been my first Love From the start. Come rescue my ailing heart Before I succumb to some curse. All I want to do Is get back to You, Oh My Eternal Love from the First. ________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America #poems, #poetry #Kilmer, #SDKilmer .

Loving you It is like being Sisyphus-in-the-rain. Pushing the boulder: All its mass Its weight greater than my own. Pushing and rolling and pushing Up the hill, a very tall hill, steep. If I can get this boulder to the top I might be rewarded with your love. A love to keep. Then you go and put someone else In your bed. My grip is lost. All my efforts to love you fall Into the valley of your rejection. __________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

As if thrown here from the sky. No one knows the reason why. We woke in a stranger's arms. Not knowing of the future harm. Like a cog in the machine. No truth nor anything clean. We ended up in the system. Assimilated and stratified; nothing winsome. We became the creators' trash. Given up gladly to some barren ones for cash. Knowing nothing about ourselves. Like a pinocchio on the shelf. But not so eager to get involved. There was no place in society for us. We were told in good time, we will evolve. Into the image of some artificial state. In the likeness of the child they couldn't make. Alone, isolated, we couldn't cry. We didn't know what we didn't know and why. Years have past. The four parent figures had passed. And we struggle in search of support. Our social class sealed by a court. All we feel, how we don't belong. To our friends not like us, we appear strong. Far from it! As far as the truth has been kept from us. Life is lonely, tough.

Climb the mountain of your hope. Don't look back down the slope. Walk with us, we are Ecclēsia. Your existence will be easier. Take the long and winding road. On the way, drop all your emotional load. You are sorry for the things you lack. Now, you know there's no turning back. The Son has Risen for all time. Taste Him through bread and wine. He strengthens your soul and heart. Re-creating you as from the start. You go on even higher, He's paid the price. I'll stay here, on this Mountain called Paradise. I'm not worthy I can't get near. Where you are going in His Presence so Dear. You should see the view from here. All the past no longer lasts. And all the things I did, I fear. Has been taken off my head. By Grace, salvation given instead. Climb the mountain of your faith. Don't look back, you're headed to a better place. From above this mountain you will go. Marvelous things you will know. Your existence, a new way to Be. Once you've arrived, you&

Snow covers the ground Christmas light sparkle all 'round In the museum room for visitors There, the only child, Seated, engages with the stereo. A wall of sound surrounds him Like a protective force-field That keeps the adopters in Their room. Away from the child. A child alone. _______ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

Oh hairy Onion What did you say to me!? What are these games you play, I see!? Oh hairy Onion You stand there with,  all your hair Covering your face. Can't ever take you, any place. Your feline is green. You're always in a store, creating a scene. Then you say that I'm mean. Have you ever looked, at yourself? Do you even care? Whenever you move your hair Showing your hugh eyes; It only makes me want to, cry! Oh hairy Onion. Even Bunyan would say, to you, Bye Bye! _____________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

He Was Always Yours.      by S. D. Kilmer  Mother Susan, how did you cope? Did you have a smoke of rope? That day, February 25, 1988 You could have bathed your child    In your tears. So infectious was your sorrow. I began to wish for tomorrow The child could be ours, instead. Yours and mine. Adoptive father and birthmother. Only I can think like no other. I followed your career. So similar to my own. A Counselor of Compassion. Continued to wish Anthony be ours. As the hours sifted, swayed. Time slipped away. My marriage went from farce to divorce. What other direction of course? I always hoped I might present Our son back to you. Facilitate the Mother and Child reunion. But Anthony found you, I hear. Without me. He disowned me, and the other. Did he say how I was as a Father? Oh Susan. I guess he could never have been ours. He was always yours. _______________ *Anthony (given name) Nathaniel (adoptive name). **The author is both an Adoptee & an Adoptive Father. All wri

Standing in your temple. So sublime and life is at ease. Of course it's only You I want to please. Your judgements are gentle. And Your Love, is forever. But I walked in the opposing direction. Ignoring our divine election. The passions burn in more than the loins. My body's spent. I don't even have a widow's coin. Desires they always came and went. My mind is cloudy and gray. I know I should be with You. I've missed the mark yet another day. I'm going to feel all blue; without You. Standing in Your temple. So sublime and life is at ease. Of course it's only You I want to please. Your judgements are gentle. And Your Love, is forever.  We see aggression as hostile. Yet when the angels turned rogue. It was Your Love that put them in their place. We speak of Your anger because we're in that space. You have only love for us. Love is what you are. Knowing this doesn't seem To quell the tide of passions. If we could really see ourselves, we'

What's wrong with you now? How do you get into these predicaments. I just don't know how! We drove to the country, The weekend before last. You were smiling, You were laughing, like a free-hearted lass. And now a dark rain cloud Follows you around. You don't even notice You're in the middle of town. You look like a long lost puppy. You've got to loose this depression Get rid of your sullen expression. Oh Sorrowful Sally, She lost her valet He fell down a hole in a back ally Oh Sorrowful Sally Oh Sorrowful Sally. You keep looking up at the sky Like you wanna fly! Oh Sorrowful Sally But you can't, so you ran to your garden. What did you plant? Coz they all see you're so high! (Oh my!) Sorrowful Sally. Whats that you say? oh I'm sorry, you're not talking to me. Wondering what she whispered to her doll? Before she downed all the alcohol? Then I got the chance, I asked, Dear Penelope Doll... And she said, Oh Poor Sorrowful Sally She'

It was the whole package. Nothing about it required to be changed. Upon initial delivery, though, It was rerouted to another destination. Once received, It was mishandled. They didn't know what to do with it. Wasn't what they thought they ordered, Once they saw it in action. They couldn't see past their own disorders. With a package that didn't quite fit their needs. A package they didn't know how to relate. Since they couldn't relate to this non-relative. So they spindled the package when they felt out of control. They decorated the package with their own labels and show of identity. The package endured for years all the mislabeling, mishandling it received. They who adopted this package considered re-sending it back to the original sender. Or rehoming it to others. What was best they believed. As the years past, this package would not last in their possession. It eventually broke free. The contents of the package was determined to Be. Yes it's

They say that the truth will set you free! Always did I believe. Yet, it has never brought me love. Love is the highest truth. There is no freedom Without love. From love the truth blossoms, then truth sets you free. Where love is silent Truth yields only the lonesome. From true love comes true freedom. I lie in bed and I can see her. When I reach out to love, Love is not there to be touched. When driving down the boulevard I look to see love, she's not sitting next to me. Needlees to say, life has been so hard. Without love truth is not as free, As we would all like to believe. And if by grace there is love truth is not far behind with the freedom to love the one Your heart did yearn. But for me, was there something I just didn't learn? From love the truth blossoms, then truth sets you free. Where love is silent Truth yields only lonesome. From true love comes true freedom. ____________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

(Dedicated to Barbra Streisand)         So many stars in the sky So many faces in the night Home is dark and cold Home is where I've learned about pain. It was plain, to me  When I heard your voice. Then when I gazed upon your face, of course! You were the one To save me at those moments I most needed you. Your voice spoke to my heart. No coincidence, it wasn't a lark. Your song kept my heart from Becoming hardened, kept it from dying, Within me I loved you for all of these years. No one could replace you my dear. Every other must be patterned after you. Your beauty, that perfect nose, those lips, your eyes. I came close a couple times. But no one is you, Barbra. My quintessential Beauty. And if I could, Love you face to face, I would. With no goodbyes. Love is forever. In true love there are no lies. You are the quintessential Beauty. From your heart moving outward So we all can see. You are the quintessential Lover. No one better, did I ever know. You saved my hea

  Seems all our friends are getting together. Hooking up with one another. They all move by the passion's of their feelings. Tomorrow they will be broken. Not one spoken for. Emotions are just vapors. Their love was just a lore. You and I share something stronger. Our friendship will out last that Of so many others. Ours is rooted in the depths. Deeper than the skin. Deeper in the breadth. We have so much in common. When we play, we both win. Our friendship will out last our youthful beauty. It's not about how we look. It's about how we work. We are in step, insync perfectly. Our secret is how we have, A noetic connection. In our minds to our hearts. It's the surest way to start. A friendship, a bond that will last forever. From there we can decide to go anywhere. All our others friends. Started their relationships in their beds. It was the first thing in their heads. Eventually, each one of them. Lost what they built upon the s

She rested her head upon my shoulder. Took her home. We were so in to one another. I knew then I was in love. I talked alot with another. We had so much in common. Took her in the basement where we worked. We were so in to one another. I knew then I was in love. The third was golden The moment we saw one another We knew then it was right. A week later I returned. Sure enough, she was as hot She heated up the room. We were so in to one another. I knew then I was in love. We were so in to one another. I knew then I was in love, with love. The newness of each was so sweet. Every woman knocked me off my feet. Not one of them were viable to last. I remember them all fondly in the past. With every woman I'd been with. We were so in to one another. And right then I knew. I was in love with love. In all of them, no  futures. But I could always fall in love again. And again I can fall. Because whoever she is We'll be so in to one another. I know now I will be forever in lo

When I was a boy Solace was Where the music played Secure in my small room The music hid me From the rod-in-the-hand From the reeling of the mouth The music transported me To a place no abuse was allowed Where maternal hypocrisy Was replaced by romantic love It was a place where People needed one another People which made them The luckiest Unlike me When I was a boy ________ Copyright ©️ 2017 - 2021 HeardWords America.

O Abbey. Hidden in the mountains. How I miss your warmth. Of worldly cares, there's no account. You are in another place. O Abbey. Your perfume of frankenscence and evergreen. As the mist upon your breast. Creates in my soul an otherworldly scene. Your devoted spirit caress. O Abbey. See what I've created! Such a mess. I am truly as I have always been. Unpurified and poorly enlightened. Still you welcome me a prodigal, So as not to be frightened. O Abbey. Your passages They can only guide one to your heart. Where the nave displays the window to the other world. Our King and his Mother Theotokos. Can be seen there. Lo' for I haven't a clean gown. Fit to be in such magnificent splendors. How shall I return to you? O Abbey, keep your doors open to me. ____________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

It's just not easy. You gotta breath. You gotta breed. You gotta love one another. But ya gotta know. You gotta know to whom and how. Ya gotta love everybody. Yet there are boundaries. And it's just not easy. To love everybody. To know how to love everybody. To each respecting their boundaries. What degree of love do we love Our neighbors, our enemies? Our intimates, our friends, our family? It's just not easy to know how to Love everybody. It's simply Love a portioned Respectively to each. Some more than others. But loving everybody none the less. Lord knows, it's just not easy. ______________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

He says he's sorry. But he doesn't believe it. She says she still loves him. She knows that ain't the truth. Both are locked together In their mutual bad faith. No truth is in their shared space. He hates her for his being with her. She hates him for never showing his love. Neither can face the truth for themselves. Neither can face the truth in themselves. This is living in bad faith. Being for oneself only. Never Being there for others. What a great waste. But the greatest sin, Are the lies they tell themselves. About themselves they are in delusion. Weaving their lies all around someone else. Neither are their true selves. Neither really knows what they want. So they blame one another. So they hurt each other. With their respective inauthenticity. They languish in the web they've weaved. And with every word they deceive themselves more. More than hurting the other. They are living in bad faith. Bad faith. Like the blood seeping for her eyes. They never kn

Don't feed the fortunate. You possess several houses So many autos. More money than you know what to do with. It's time you start, Sharing with those in need. Thousands in this country to feed. Working their ass off Rewarded with inadequate pay. Too often they'd prefer to lay Down and die, Unable to do right, By their families. There's only one message for the politicians: Don't feed the fortunate. Don't feed the fortunate. Please don't feed the fortunate. Share the wealth. Everyone's equal. Let's make their lives the same. Let it be a sequel. Economic Egalitarian planning. No more inadequate housing No more crowding. A nation that sees to it, Provision of Basic Human Needs. Employment with a living wage. No more hunger into old age. If only you just, Don't be lax with the people's tax. Don't feed the fortunate Don't feed the fortunate. Please don't feed the fortunate. ________________ Co

In a world of rules and expectations. In a world that strips you of your power. When as a child, beaten down at every hour. They tell you to succeed, while they plot your fall and make your life bleed. Now all grown up. So freaking frightened,  You're a mannequin inside. Frozen by the fear. Now that they've got you. They feel so near. You've become invisible to them. But there's no need to hide. Suddenly without warning. Your heart starts racing. You feel suspended; taken out of the world. But you can't move; it's frightening I know. You are in the flow of existence. Don't push the River. It flows where it will. Don't push the River. Let it take you to places Where you have never been. The conflict and contradictions     were well planted within you. Your resistance enflames your suffering. So don't push the River Go where it takes you. You're working through it now. The walls are falling down. The scales that blinded your heart  Are

  I'm wondering how brave you are. How long will you listen, How far? To hear my story six decades long. Tales of when I was weak, and strong. Tales perhaps I should never speak of too long. You've entered my domain. Are we truly the same? Follow me through the halls of madness. If we are the same, we'll enjoy the gladness. If we are so very different, it's you I'll devour. And put you out in the next hour. There'll be no strings, after awhile I'll have forgotten. All about you. If we are the same, I will keep you in my  heart, give you my name. Bound and tethered to my love for Only you. For only, forever. But you must reciprocate. All that I give you. I hope to receive from you. And together we can celebrate. Bringing new light to the dungeons Of our pasts. For as long as we last. In this perfect solitary union. You and I are cast. Into the fire of our communion. _____________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America S

It's what I need. A woman tender and sweet. A woman who likes dusks and dawn. A woman who would lust and fawn. Over me alone. It's what I need Being alone. Far from the maddening crowds. Being alone Here alone with her. It's what I need. Someone I can care for. Someone I see to her every need. Just as she does for me. Alone with her here. Or alone anywhere. It's what I need Being alone. Far from the maddening crowds. Being alone Here alone with her. It's strange people just don't understand. They say I'm too old for love. Too old to love a woman. What do they care what we do alone? It's what I need. Being alone. Far from the maddening crowds. Being alone. Here alone with her. It's what I need. Still haven't found her. Haven't found the one . The one to be alone with me. If I can't that one woman. If I can't find that one love. I would rather be alone. _______________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America.

You know that we live in contradiction! (Such Contradiction.) White girls acting black. Black middle class being white. Often Des days Darkness mistaken for the Light. And he don't know where to put his... And ya don't know if she's a he Or he's a she. "Holy" men are real predators. The devil gives them their fitness. True believers are amateurs. No one sees their authentic witness. We've got to refuse these contradictions (These Contradictions) Mend what's been torn apart. With ourselves there's a place to start. Say what you mean. Be as your heart believes. Make justice imaginable. Where it's lost it's meaning. As Camus has said. Give happiness meaning. To those poisoned by the misery of the century. (Dire Contradictions) A healthy mind is one That lives in congruence. If everyone existed this way. The earth will have won. We would have created a new day. A world of congruence and truth. Everyone would know How justice has i

I don't remember love. The girl I first loved was left behind. The woman I married was an escape. The woman I divorced was a stranger. When I left I left my son behind. Now he says he was never mine. Oh where is love? It's not so simple  As "love is you and me" It's not a dream. Or as easy as it seems. I can't find love on earth. Ever since love gave me birth.   So I look up So so far up So far up That I'm looking within Within the depths of me. Seeking Love Itself. The great Divine Lover. Who wanted to share. It's Love with us. Himself with us. So much so. He showed us how far Love goes. Taking on our nature. Dying to give us a second chance. For those of us who don't Remember Love. ________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America Image: presumably by Yoko Ono as photographed by Lisa Adams  ©️ 2019

I. Pressed, stashed Saved for another Time, now and then Feeling the feelings that I don't want to be feeling But was told I'd be feeling Those feelings as long as I live with these feelings Buried, hidden Stashed away In the deepest well So far in the shadows Not even I can say. II. Unfinished business, Hidden trauma, Primal wounds, Abused child memories Visceral memories of Abuse and missuse No help from above It's an A.C.E. in any case. Some might say III. As soon as I And I could say, "No" Since, shadows and darkness ago Every word And every gesture Then made into an action Possesses a consequence, No? Some night stay IV. The mother of abuse Gave to it a response Taken down from her shelf Tools Broom sticks, Or a mop, Wire hangers, Pans or a pot It's such a waste in any case. Some night stay In a deepest well V. Mother Of rage, A narcissist In her mist A lost child, who Lost a child. Grew up, or did she, Raised herself A stolen child A lost chi

In All Those Years I was only saying, Sorry. When you tossed my flowers to you into the bin I am indeed so very sorry For your washed brain. By the legal authorities; That was a sin. They told you what to say, Convincing you of things that never happened that day, Between you and I. And for all those lies And shades of truth I did my time In an invisible prison booth. I did no crime. Never hurt your person. I loved you as mine. Could never see you for eight long years. In that time grown large were my fears That; Your life would never be your own. You will surrender it to a man For the security and illusions of life. I should have had my way With you then used a knife. ________ Copyright ©️ 2020 HeardWords America

It is only When we are Being for others That we truly And genuinely loving. It is only When we give --Of ourselves That which God have given to us-- To others, that We are Authentic persons. And when others Give, in return, Of themselves --Absent of guile or resentfulness-- They have loved. To those who loved them. Only then might we say it is, A love project of our separate existence. Only then by our actions. Does our words bare any meaning. I Love You, I Can. If I Love, therefore I Am. Without Love there is No existence. ________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

Back in high school they said, I wasn't as big as I thought myself to be. Confirming at home what they thought of me. I never sought to be first, or ahead. Always knew I'd be a better number two. But I did my hardest to be deep Still I was called a creap. I must have been their reflection. Shining back at them. _______________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America.