Saturday, February 16, 2019

Somehow Yours

This one is inspired by our US Constitution, and the horrific tragedy of it being chipped apart, leaving a nation of citizens anything but free to pursue life, liberty and happiness.

Control me, control me
Take what’s mine and do with it what you wish
Use me, use me, use me
Shackle me with iron
Handcuff me with your mind
Whip me into submission
It is your will
To control me, control me
I am what you want me to be
It is, oh master, my destiny

Govern me, govern me
Mother me, smother me
Force your care up my ass
Punished if I go against your plans
Search my soul because you feel like it
My car, my wallet, my cell phone, my pants
Grab my package near the baggage return
Scan my body, my mind, my social media
My phone records, my eyes, my thumbprint
Orchestrate complicated tax forms to elevate your status
Press down hard, like onto a flea, so the blood spurts outward
Bleeding savings and profits, so they can be your own
My debt is your leverage, gifting you capital gains
Stick needles into our children, pin cushions for your power
Test me with your TB
No choices left for those hanging onto the human rights of passage
My rolling stops have you seeing red
So taser the uncontrollable
As your accountants lick their chops
Take what’s mine and do with it what you wish
Perhaps a nice dinner party dish
Catered by butler and maids who bend to your needs
Hotel lobby, government car, all paid expenses of travel and board
No need to hoard
For you have enough
Our hard earned money is somehow yours
Is somehow yours
Somehow yours

Control me, control me
Use me, use me
Shackle me, handcuff me
Whip me with your will
I am what you want me to be
Apparently, it is, oh master, our destiny

The Unexpected Guest

Inspired only by the words "unexpected guest" in an e-mail from a friend. I knew there was a poem in there, not knowing about the Agatha Christie play of the same name.  As I wrote it, I didn't know who would be behind that door. I was as surprised as anyone.

Cloaked with robe
A mysterious messenger
In doorway
Holding the key
Of the great mystery
To all the universal gifts, eroding the rifts
Bringing balance, reflection, harmony, all of our best
Who is this unexpected guest?

Entering the door
Who is this one here for?
Taking a seat, the suspense grows
Removing the hood
All is understood
As if in dreamscape
As if by miracle
By fate
Beyond the realm that carries enmity, anger, hate

Beyond separation
Here in full unification
The end of anticipation
The presence, our visitor
But joined in history’s thread
To those I would love, honor, fear and dread
With repeated removal of garment mask
Revealed at last …

My first friend
Who ran and jumped in puddles
Along with me
Wild abandon, wicked, mischievous and free
Reminding me of everything I need to be

My first schoolteacher
Who gave me smiley faces and knew me well
Wanting the best for me
To go beyond the “S,” and earn that “E”

My first fight
The bully who would try and get me in headlocks
Steal my Pop Tart
My milk money
Until a crazed monster flew out of me
And stood my ground
For my safety … safe and sound

My first girlfriend
Who recognized something in me, anyway
A heart beating
A feeling fleeting
Before time and tears washed it all away

My first heartbreak
Sitting still, staring off, glazed eyes
Wanting this not to be real
The cracking earth, the letter, the goodbyes
Echoed in the memory of each love torn apart
An education in the will of the wind … and the will of the heart

My father
Buying Slurpies
Playing catch
Watching ballgames
Attending graduations, celebrations, presentations
Without a word
That ellipses within communication …
A timetable of subtle and silent support

My mother
Looking back to her the first day of kindergarten
Making sure she is there
And will remain
Ever present, ever loving, ever strong
For all time
Even after the pain
And the hospice … and the final kiss
Upon forehead

My wife
Standing side by side
We ride the wildest ride
Learning of connection without compromise
The holy instant grasped in fingertips
The haven that is a holy relationship

My life
Who I need to be
Striving for the excellence of a report card “E”
With a heart known no matter what
Surviving the deepest of the deepest first cut
In silent support found within
A look back in memory where it all could begin
The holiest of holys – we stand face to face
In the presence of the people I have come to embrace

Every character in this play
Made me who I am today
With or without iambic meter
The rose could not be any more sweeter
Every one of these revealing something of myself
Something to take down, in time, from high upon a shelf
As I place everyone and everything, finally to rest
Revealed at last …
The unexpected guest