And guts
Fragments of bone shards
From the times of femurs
A pulsing mess
Slashing up the sky
When we were human
We kept all of this chaos inside us
Every day
We barely let it out aside from
Insubstantial scrapes
Now, our entire world around us
Is one large injury
A gash upon humanity
Solidified after death
A coagulation and reminder
We used to use our blood within our veins
To act and to build
To create a different world
Than the one we know now.
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Has many rulers
Perhaps one like Billy Idol
Eyes Without a Face
Or even the reverse
All words and messages
One on top of the other
Centuries of scrawled communication
To make sense of it,
You have to speak many life languages
Communication is the key
To deciphering the true thoughts
Over nonsense and noise
Once you do,
The drawbridge will come down
The Doors will open.
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She danced and played hard
In front of other people
She railed against the capitalism
Her and her friends tried to avoid
While desperately screaming
into the dark black void.
Judy would pretend she was strong and
Felt like she could still be in control
She kept thinking perhaps she'll die after she
Joined the ice capades as in that Ramones song
But late at night, while in the bathtub, she'd close her eyes
Picture the planet as a Rhombicosidodecahedron
With the lights off
As if she could hold an origami version of all of us
In the palm of her soaking wet hands
Every time she'd breath in, the planet would open
Countries would separate
Oceans would spill over into the nothing
Mountains would be split in half
Just for a moment,
We'd forget about all of the borders and just
Imagine holding on tightly to each other.
Then, she'd breathe out and
It would all come back together.
Judy was a punk yet
She still believed in additional chances
To make things right again.
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One thing I haven't mentioned about my mother yet is that when she was 11 years old, she accompanied her brother to a boy scout event where there was a trained snake (she thinks it was a Boa Constrictor who was fed enough beforehand to not eat children) and the man with the snake asked if there were any children who wanted to hold it and my mother, likely the only girl present, volunteered and horrified her grandmother who had taken them on the trip.
I don't like snakes at all, personally, but I do like my mother and this story. This would have been in the 1960s.
Happy Mother's Day, everyone! I hope you have favorite stories about your mothers to share!
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I see all the cat trees by the windows in my neighborhood and then I know which windows to look in to see cats. This one caught me unexpectedly while I was photographing nature and of course I was delighted. The cat...maybe not as much but I really liked the reflection of the tree in the window pane above as well.
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