Imagination_733

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Loss

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life

Mother taught me not to live with regret

Father urged me to always tie up loose ends

Pearls of wisdom to live by

Until that loss of a friend

Show’s how easy it is to be instructed

Planning until that nothing becomes something

A loss this large feels like destruction

I’m going through it

I nearly forgot how to function

Almost a decade without a run-in

No phone calls or emails

Dead silence

Now if I miss you

All I do is shut my eyelids

For years you approached me

With my unconscious mind coasting

Didn’t know until now

You were reaching out

Sending messages to clear the doubt

I catalogued the epilogue

37 and gone too soon

There’s no denying

Yet I don’t feel regret

The picture is as clear as the day we met

But damn, the timing

Three days and I’m still crying

Trying to cope..

With the news of you dying

Written By: Dez Sevena

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		mlowe5 says: Keep in mind that grief is a child of love, and love eventually heals its own pain. Scripture put it this way: Grief man endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Sometimes, there may be many nights before that morning comes, Imagination_733. Just know that it will come! ONE. PEACE AND LOVE. poems by this commentor In The Yellowing of Time UP IN TMORNING...ON MYWAY... A Mid-Winter Walk

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Imagination_733

The Age of the Irrational Mind

Listening is a virtue

You hear others

As they speak

If you’re like me

Your bullet’s already

In the chamber

Locked and loaded

Ready to refute

With conviction

Of dynamite

That could cause

An explosion

You could

Summon “facts”

In seconds

Using your

Diligence

To discourage

Resistance

I respect the

Commitment

It doesn’t suffice

I sat with those

I don’t agree with

Disciplined enough

To objectively entertain

Ideologies-

-My ears were bleeding-

I rustled

The way leaves do

At...

Free

I celebrate today

It’s not necessary for me to explain

Except I don’t hide behind

Political correctness

I won’t be told what to do

Or how to think

Because I’m “ethnic”

You can see by my photo

My skin is brown

Don’t assume my position

I’m a free-thinker

I was raised to be wise

My father’s a (Mexican American) soldier

He fought for the rights

I salute the sacrifice

My mother is called

What is penned

“Indigenous”

I’m a product

Of a Native American

Tribe

I could never hate it here

Or blame “the other side”

There’s no excuse for failure

...

Bad intentions

We might have shared the same bed

Found more than one way to connect

Knowing me

I would have taken a bullet, even bled

Loved you first like a best friend

Gave you a place to rest your head

That was then

Seasons come and go for a reason

Don’t come around now

With eyes deceiving

Looking to divide what I built

My life has meaning

I see you in the shadows

Lurking like a demon

Following my footsteps

Trying to read my energy

I’m done fishing for

Superficiality

I left you in the past

Under a mountain of

Pain and ash

Your entitlement

Hard to grasp

Once mine

Is not the same

As forever

Don’t get it twisted ...

Ready

Maybe

I’m the spectator

Neither the

antagonist or mediator

Remember

It takes two to tango

Call it

The common denominator

I see the picture

From every angle

It’s too apparent

Evidently

There’s a reason

They lie

An excuse for why

Some are complacent

With just getting by

Took a moment

From my busy life

To strategize

A distant dream

A foreign mind

Regurgitated words

Prophesied

It wasn’t long

Before I realized

I could be the

Main character

(The starting five)

I never sat well

On the side lines

The opponent

The “Cause”

Overzealous

With your hand

In every pot

Look over your shoulder

What do you see?

“Civil animosity”

That’s contradictory

Go ahead

Hate your neighbor

With a double face

Who’s doing who a favor

Who planned the session?

If you don’t know

Who you’re following

It’s your character

At question

I’m stacking bodies

I should be

Counting blessings

There’s havoc

In the message

They do what they’re told

I’m here to cut tensions

Pay attention

When choosing sides

Let that be a lesson

Your support

Is an extension

Of your energy

Like Lauren hill

Said,

“Everything is every...

Dis-connect

Met a friend for lunch

I was hoping to talk

She had good intentions

She thought

Agreed to meet at our favorite spot

Just to catch up

Didn’t think she’d check her phone

Every few seconds

It’s been a year since we connected

It was cozy at bus stop seven

I should have stayed-

Instead I’m pulling on my drink label

Counting the tips on

Bussed tables

My mind’s racing with ideas

She hardly notices

Her mission is to be overly-flirty

With the waiter and hostess

We’re that disconnected

From reality

A society lacking roots

Will I ever be able

To indulge in discussion

A subject of substance

...

Mad about something

I’m perturbed

Healing

In my slumber you visited

Just when I thought you weren’t listening

Couldn’t speak your name at first

Afraid you’d return to the dirt

Then I remembered the verse

To be absent from the body is to be

Present with the Lord

My heart wanted to believe it was you

In the flesh

You were angelic

Your energy well kept

The distinction was obvious

You were God sent

I had the privilege to memorialize

Not to idolize

God understands my pain

I never got to say goodbye

He gave me that image of you

To memorize

I’m blessed by his hands

In mourning

One step toward healing

Two steps in forgiving

Three steps for revealing

What I’m...

The vibe

If I wrote it

Does it mean I spoke it

Are my words sketches or impressions

Guess you’ll never know

Creativity comes from the soul

Leaks from the bones

I’m coming for you

You’re about to be overthrown

I package wit precisely

Lounging with my ice tea

Looking for wisdom to

Spill nicely

I’m making conversation with myself

Nightly

Sit with me for round three

Poetic peace in good company

Written By:

Dez Sevena

Learning Curve

Some like to serenade

With hands behind their backs

As they slowly

Pull the pin from the grenade

I observed the nuances in advance

On the front line

With the rest of the brigrade

Only the strong survive

In this renegade

I’ve been betrayed once or twice

Being vulnerable

Is not a vice I advertise

My father’s daughter

I’m strapped and ready for war

On a mission to protect my own

You can kill the flesh

But you’ll never take my soul

I’m dialed in

Moving with a puma’s pace

Every movement is controlled

Used to walk the tight rope

On the defense

Fighting like there’s two hands

Around my throat

Then it all changed