Lunariat

As much as I can't wait for July I am hanging to you May So much happened and much left undone I am hanging to you May For a while you took me on the longest ride Diverting through all of your seasons  Now you're withering away  leaving me alone to a new chapter A chapter where not much will change And nothing will be the same again ～It is not even my birthday May!   I don't know if you are one of a kind Whether you changed me or changed life Perhaps there wasn't much you could do～ Amid all the chaotic mess, there you were Quenching your soil with our tears So you could toss your blue jacaranda dress down to embellish the misery around,  while parodying our hopes and dreams but I am hanging to you May

Today I've felt so angry...and yesterday...and the day before and the last couple of weeks and well...there just has been a lot of anger this month.  I May just call it the angry month *wink wink*  ...ha! See what I did there?  No? Oh well you're right. It's not funny...I can't even laugh right now because I'm still angry...I am angry and frustrated.  I'm usually not an angry person...like I don't get easily angry...like I conrol and filter out my triggers as much as I can or I simply disregard things that are not worth being angry about or out of my control. Because if I allow myself to be angry over something I can't control, then I'm only causing more damage.  Like seriously I am such a calm person according to some of my acutest critics. *ahem* or bullies if you will. But...not with this, I couldn't stop and avoid the anger or even distract it away. I know it will not escalate enough to break me. Or maybe I'm already broken?  I AM ANGRY A

Prayers of Anarchists May this pen be sharper than their rifle May the truth be brighter than their lie May your tone be louder than their missile May your wish be straighter than their spite & may your vision break beyond their mirror Orphaned, dispossessed, terrorized and murdered kids; labeled anarchists Who wanted nothing but to fix their bed and assemble a toy For they may keep dreaming and building a safe tomorrow Though their hovering souls were drifted away by the smoke Let the anarchists be your proof of a disgrace Let the anarchists be your guide to a human case They are part of your world, manifesting your race 'Not-my-war' takes your humanity and their suffering out of context When it's an apartheid entity oppressing a land & life older than 48 What will you say to God or once you're ceased? Why was injustice allowed?  Why didn't you save the dead? While it is you who could've braced the oppressed  & had their prayers answered!

When I look at you, I wonder what is your name Your favorite color and your dream I wonder whether you're in love or heartbroken How easy was morning for you to get out of bed? What book are you reading or if you like reading at all? Are you lost just as me or have life figured out? What tribe do you belong to? Three birds and a brother Or the old woman next door? She shares with you pancakes every morning Or does she give you funny looks? You probably miss your family Or are they home with you? If I tell them I bumped into you this morning Should I say a nice person or a mean one Wearing a yellow jacket and a lovely cologne I wonder because I want to know who you are What you are and what will you become? You are where you're going but not where you come from You are how you held that tiny kitten off the road Or how your eyes look glassy because you  may've just had a good cry You are how you see me and why You are everything I'm wondering, but not the

 As much as trust strengthens the bonds of our relationships. It never truly stands firmly, prior to initiating a gambling! Some people we trust because we go way back, others solely for the effortless blood connection. The list goes on for reasons that make us trust others. Whatever it is, I don't think we can fully rationalize trust or ever at all.  So many of us are having trouble just trusting our own self...and if we do trust our self, how much room do we leave for self-awareness and improvement along the way?  You see, trust is a tricky thing! We long for it but the daring courage it takes into our guts to finally make a bet. To bet on someone and allow them into our life. What could possibly make them any better than the preceding confidants? Whom we trusted and regretted it badly! Is there a sign to look for? Or an experiment to execute?  Nothing. Nothing at all! You place a bet! A bet that you can unfold within the next day, or the next two decades.  Coming from a failed b