Manufacture fresh starts –
build bridges across the abyss,
stay afloat,
imagining –
mythical passages,
fantastical places,
magic of wizardry
just keep the foes submerged,
act carefully,
the house
is under surveillance,
observers
quietly learning.
We are peacemakers,
declaring commitment;
celebrating life, diversity.
We stand at the water’s edge,
contemplate forever, pray for
serenity, believe in harmony.
Watch as past dalliances,
like old lovers, drift away,
become memories forgotten.
We are supporters, lift up
the down trodden, extend
hearts and hands in aid.
Rescuers, fearless vessels
surfing the ocean of tears
saving lives for the cause.
Withdrawal is preferential
to conflict, introspective
in our peace-loving stance.
We are hosts, expecting
hospitality, unprepared
for hostility, taken aback
Submission lost to fear;
partnering with revenge
spoon out poison, turn
the tables, defend sanctity,
reposition selves as victims
flee our former stance; attack.
Alarmists engage in paranoia,
see only turbulent skies at
the water’s edge, disbelieve
We must hold fast to ideals,
embrace humanity’s potential
be responders, not reactors
Recover our sanctity, reunite
in a vision of peace, remember
that celebration trumps strife.
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I would celebrate the day,
enjoy the spoils of my work,
receive abundance of blessings
but guilt showed up, floated in
wearing a sexy red overcoat,
and I couldn’t turn her away.
Camouflaged by fiery passion,
she tried to force feed me pearls
of wisdom, passed her gems
like bestowing an inheritance;
I choked, then resisted, invited
paranoia to join the party fray;
ducked accusations of treachery,
projectiles of blame targeting
unwitting intentions – employed
only to serve – was villainized
when I refused to take part,
openly defied her nonsensical
attacks, realized that dubious
mismanagement makes a poor
companion; guides my tainted
conscience with manipulation,
marries me to scrambled ideals,
births chirping perfection, (talent
undeniable), I am hopeful till
guilt chimes in, catching me off-
guard, forcefully convincing;
appealing to a death wish;
suspicion arrives, interrogates,
deflects responsibility, denies
truth – how did it all turn out
so wrong, this day that was
meant to celebrate my birth?
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