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Growth (4a)
GROWTH
In our youth
We would give ourselves
Foolishly
We admit
Only partially awake
Yet there’s more to it
For later
As we grew wiser
We became
Discerning
Let us be loved yet also
Explore our own core
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Adversity
ADVERSITY
This one’s for Audrey (and many another).
I hit the road
It hit me back
We paused a mo
Now here we go
Nature II
NATURE II
Both creatures and plants
From ants to elephants
Ginormous or minute
Beauty abounds
Beauty abounds wherever
Whenever we choose
Once given due attention
– Okay sometimes patience
But always attitude, attitude
Birth, growth, blooming and death
No need of any artificial grooming
Simple appreciation, gratitude
Role Play
ROLE PLAY
What wonderful stand-ins we make
You cast as my absent mother
Me cast as your absent father
Let’s go nail it on the retake
Biography
BIOGRAPHY
With a naive foolishness I missteered my age
As brick by brick I built around myself a prison
Finding myself in chains I screamed my rage
Today a calmer balance brings me wisdom
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For Kim, with love.
A Small Boy’s Favourite Word
A SMALL BOY’S FAVOURITE WORD
“Look at me,” he says.
“I can butter my own bread.”
Pause … “It’s AMAZING!!!”
With My Tongue
WITH MY TONGUE
With my tongue
I explored
Day after day
The progress of my wisdom tooth
Polite Conversation
POLITE CONVERSATION
Don’t mistake my silences for indifference.
Don’t mistake my jollity for self-confidence.
Don’t mistake my generosity for fulfilment.
Above all, check out your assumptions.
Despite your own fear, take a few risks
and – God forbid – communicate instead.
The First Stage Of The Journey
THE FIRST STAGE OF THE JOURNEY
I started with my head
And ran to the edge of the world
To see all and yet only learn
That I am crippled
Head in the clouds
Feet of clay
Dual natured
Jewel natured but half asleep
My mind is made up
So how can I tell what’s true?
My bed is made up
And I have no choice but to lie in it
Not knowing in the end
Whether I’m coming or going
When most probably
It’s neither here nor there anyway
As I follow the stars
Between discarded cards
Clutching the winning ticket
Only now that the lottery has gone bust
Dragging my feet, forgetting my head
Living my pain on borrowed time
Paying attention at whatever rate of interest I can still afford
In currency of amnesia and anaesthesia
It’s hard to talk
With a fog in your throat
It’s hard to be stereo
With one channel blocked
It’s hard to see
With your father in one eye
And your mother
In the other
When you are at war
It’s hard to be at peace
It’s hard to find the road
To be there all the time
To be here all the time
With you all around me
In these faces and places
To be compatible with you all
If you are compatible
You may be fitted for stereo
If in doubt consult your dealer
At least the head is a place to start
