Once this old piano knew happy days
For music brings joy
And passion.
Cobwebs and dust have settled on the keys.
Broken strings and rust sleep well
In dark places.
Notes forgotten
For it cannot play itself
Back to
Music.
Yearning for the feel of
Warm fingers upon
The ivory;
For harmonious voices to join in
All its melodic glory;
For bodies full of life and love to glide and swing as one.
Silence plays
Alone.
Time does not forget,
People do.
I look at my feet
And try to will them to move.
Just keep moving.
(if you are feeling empty that means you can be filled up)
Step to the floor and stand up dear girl.
(just move)
Don’t let your mind go under.
Lift your gaze from the ground.
(look around)
Stop misplacing your mind.
It does not leave you
But you do.
(try to smile and move if just a little bit)
Momma said she quit
And a thousand times
I smelled it sleeping on her breath.
Lies. Secrets. Whispers.
Deals in the shadows.
Cop cars and knives.
Mixed in the coke can,
I’d take a sip and choke.
Swallowed with pills.
Bottles
Almost empty.
Tucked behind the bed.
Hidden in drawers and shelves.
She thought she had me fooled
But then she’d forget.
Some are born with a longing.
With questions unanswered at first breath.
The ones from beyond the bonds of gravity.
An innate craving.
They are led to believe they are crazy.
They know
If you do not dare to go looking beyond the other side
Then you will never find
What you’ve been longing for.
Everything in them pulls them elsewhere;
Outside the constraints of the body.
Limitless.
How can I be lost
When I am right here.
I touch my lips.
Lost.
Yet I have not left.
I speak.
I hear my voice
Yet
Ears do not stop and hear
Nor tongues reply.
I am
Yet
I am not.
Neglect
Kills beauty inside and out.
Everyone
Heals.
They
Blossom and grow
If you tend to them.
Our poor mother
She cannot breathe
For we have blanketed
Her in concrete
In lieu
Of seeds.
We learn so much from each other
In the silence
If only we listen
To what we
Hear.
Retract your claws.
Release your grasp
On old hurts and regrets of the past.
Those
Wounds left open
And afflicted in you by others.
Wrongs done by you yourself as well.
Misunderstandings and assumptions
Creating resentment in your belly.
Release them into the stillness.
This is not a practice round but you already know that.
And you wonder why,
Oh why
Sweet misery still beds you.
Untie the binds that restrain you from
Reaching.
From touching.
From holding love to your heart.
Do not wait.
Anger
Steals time
On this journey
To your
Final destination.
Chole Into Diamonds 