Pain Sense

Have you seen my pain?
It resides where art stems from.
It tidies the tides of my musings.
Have you heard my pain?
It is in the hollow portion of my laughter.
It lends resonance.
Have you smelled my pain?
It wafts under the doors I keep barred.
It permeates my essence yielding compassion not complaint.
Have you tasted my pain?
It tastes like yours, albeit nuanced by my seasons.
Its flavor grows on you and I, evoking broken molds.
Have you felt my pain?
It’s ok if you haven’t.
I don’t wish it on anyone.
Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion

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Oh my…

Oh my…
Weariness…
wearing this shabby treatment on the sleeve
where the heart used to be.
jaded and jangling danger
alarms sound
alarmed now
facades slip…
veils fall away…
you’re no angel ether baby…
lips sync with the halo…
formation foundation fame leads to polarization effect
love hate relations slip back and forth on thin lines
and razor edges…
fickle flickers and aching tickers…
go hand in hand…
skipping like stones over seas of trends…
plots and plans…
of revenge
two wrongs make two wrong
the self-righteous are often too wrong
for far too long to amend their ways
for fear of shame in admitting
flawed judgment
some would slay to save face
oh my…
omens opened…
question the quotings…
memes set in motion
sneaking generalizations
seeking emulation of some ideal
that works in theory but not really
not for these nimble nuances
that dance an upper room jig
zigging and zagging
dipping and dabbing
you’ll never master by dabbling…
failed spell casters resort to stabbing
jabbing sour grape rhetoric resides behind lips
they poke their heads out now and then
some are too power inebriated to spot them
oh my…
humility…
yet we are more than just options
free the pictures of captions
they tell you what to see
they leave naught to imagination
they tell you what to think and you believe
oh my…
indoctrination…
social media guinea pigs are we
or are we?
Twitter Tuskegee
Facebook is a freebie
That’s becoming just like T.V.
Freud and Bernays…
Practice and theory
we are made by what we make
we are mated kings and queens yet pawns at play…
in what are we engaged…
Oh my…
Love…
love now before it’s too late…
don’t be strategic
be honorable and brave.
wash off the world
wash off the taint…
look deep into real eyes…
stoke the fire that’s faint and fading from neglect
take spark and make conflagration
glow in the dark that the lost may find their way
waver not… lest you would make all prior efforts waste…
hide no more…
master peace
unveil your radiant face.
Daiikiru Maximillion

ZEN-CIRCLE

 

The 6th…

Yesterday was the anniversary of my grandmother Amanda Malone’s passing 14 yrs. ago. She was humble dignified lady with a voice like a bell and a giving heart. She taught me so much just by her mere presence not to mention the concise and to the point words of wisdom I was privileged to be privy to. I love her beyond any expressible concept. She gave my mother life! She partly raised me. She loved me.

Her passing was a life changing event for me compounded by a number of other concurrent spurs for disillusionment. Who I was prior to that time was no more. I was broken open and all that was hidden and confined was shaken loose. I discovered gifts stymied by society’s heel on the neck. I discovered that I had been hiding in plain sight for so long. I saw through my comforting illusions. Thusly began my search for truth… again. All the roads led to here and now.

Yesterday was also Bob Marley’s Birthday. Powerful brother… still inspiring and teaching through music and passing comments to this day. His music has been touching my life for a long time. I am so thankful for what he gave.

Now when I awoke yesterday I was not cognizant of the date’s significance. Yet there was such a curiously calm quality to my being. I noticed it. It stood out to me. As I write this now I can still feel it… an almost tangible peace. I call it peace and calm but it is more or less than those. I feel they may just be mere attributes ascribed as appellations to the mere tip of the iceberg. There is much left to be seen. I just know that things are different now.

I can’t say whether one or the other or both events to be commemorated on that date are causes of this feeling. Perhaps they just happen to fall on the same day that something fell away from my being to reveal an underlying aspect of self that has always been there and always will be.

Either way I am thankful.