you’re talking as if
i said the words in your head
your words ain’t my words
relationships
error of judgment…
harsh words said to friends
casting them as enemies
lingers in the mind
long after their flesh grows cold
then you’ll know your enemies
have a cup of…
memories of love
are bottled smiles that one can
open at day’s start
sweetening even bitter
cups of daily frustration
tidal…
those words left unsaid
surface when the mind’s quiet
like low ebb reef plants
that cling to the rocky shore
vanishing with rising tides
endlessly reappearing
guilty without due process…
having been
sent
to bed
early
for their
mischievous behaviors
the two brothers
were unable
to
sleep
the oldest
spoke solemnly
saying
of
all
the devilish
tortures
devised by man
to
punish children
there is only one
that
we must
worry about tonight
oh we’ve
suffered all week with school
so
this day
should have been
our reprieve
but instead
we’re stuck in bed
and
must face
the cruelest torment
of
them all
sunday school
with
sister jones
the elder
who will
without doubt
use our slingshotting
of
her cats
as the center piece
of
her lesson
on
sin
another apology…
the words may be said
as often as you would like
but they’re still just words
each sound enters the ether
lost with what’s been said before
weight lifting…
life’s tragedies weigh
differently for each of us
though the same crises
the strength to rise above them
comes not only from ourselves
but from those we choose to lean on
perennial bitter words…
covered
with
a thin layer
of
smiles
and
a dusting
of
forgiveness
it
sprouts
with
any
salty
precipitation
quickly blooming
into
its
former self
a scarlet
broken heart
shared…
if each breath you take
fills the lungs of another
love fills both of you
is you stupid or what…
Read Between the Minds 