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I explained you into something else

How else could I understand you ?

I made excuses for your strange ways

And let the nuances I didn’t understand become mysteries, worthy of my love.

At the end however I realized that you are not an art piece to be deciphered

And that color on a wall does not a picture make.

Your silences are not opportunities for me to read your mind

But chances for blissful peace

So goodbye sunshine. Goodbye rain.

I thought you were a Picasso but you were nothing but a stain.

(C) Slumpless

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I’m all misinformed and misaligned

These bones and thoughts just will not bind

This shell I’m in, just doesn’t go

With all the true things I know

My world is small because of my face

This misguided generation, this judging race

All they see are thinner lips

Uneven teeth … lumpy hips

What do they want ?

Are they insane?

To continue to ignore my wonderful brain !

Ok so it’s it’s not that amazing

I’m no Einstein

But give me a chance.

Give me time.

Don’t swipe left, give me a go

I’m amazing in bed for all you know.

Ok I’m not but you won’t find out

If you base your assessment on a glossy pout.

A sign that I care and am really me

Is that I’m not always taking a selfie

I’m out actually enjoying the fresh air

Instead of wondering about my hair.

So yes, the looks are what draw you in

But in a month your eyes will look within

So skip to me, I’m worth a shot

I promise I’ll give you all I got

(C) Slumpless

Dampening

There is a dampening of the senses now

The heat’s hefty weight, pulling liquid from my bones

The drip of a salty drop running down my spine

I’m clammy to the core

Laden down, waiting to evaporate.

I long for the cool brushes of an Autumn wind

For the gentle pummeling of leaves at my door

For my weary senses to dance in orange flame

To feel like I’m part of the game.

Not this. Not this. Not this.

There is nothing of me here

In scorched earth and dizzying mirage

But soon my friends I will hear the call

Of my kindred season

Wonderful Fall.

(C)Slumpless

Emerald Isle

I’m sure that we diddle

I’m sure that we jig

This giddy nation of drinkers

Isn’t that what you think ?

Look closer my friends

And you will all know it

We are a nation of thinkers

A flock of mad poets.

This drunken haze is just a play

To help some of us through the day.

We have tales of warriors and faerie child

Beckett, Yeats and Oscar Wilde

So don’t dismiss us as Leprechauns of old

Or we’ll hit you on the head with our pots of gold.

(C) Slumpless

Catching Stars

I can’t hope to catch the stars

Their jagged edges would cut through my net

And then what ?

To have but for a moment

Shimmering shine.

All mine.

But then for it to go?

How could my feet touch soil

My hands and body toil

Day after mutinous day

When my light had gone away?

I won’t lie in the gutter and look at the stars

I will hold the moon

Swing like a baboon.

I will not search for heaven on earth

Magic ends at birth

I will strap myself to comet

Whirl and soar and bathe in whispy galaxy

I will be part of the dream

Rather than the sleep

I will become the starlight

While you below shall weep.

(C) Slumpless

Kingdom

There’s a world down there,unaware.

They build kingdoms and homes

They have lives , they thrive.

They kill ,they eat, they screw

They just do.

Instead of looking up for answers we should look down

The benevolent girl who saves the spider

The scared adult who squashes it with his foot

Sometimes there’s reasoning to what we do.

Sometimes.

All the different layers

To whom should they send their prayers ?

Does the ant even notice me when I walk in his dominion?

Or is the anteater the only thing it sees ?

Too small to understand my ways.

Too different to begin to comprehend.

So when I try to decipher the reasons why

I will no longer look up to the sky

The meaning of life the all knowing and seeing

Is animal, plant and human being.

So I suppose even if it’s raining

I’ll try to make myself entertaining

Who knows somewhere for all I know

I’m appearing on a wildlife show.

(C)Slumpless

Jane

Her favorite film was ‘Out of Africa’.

Oh?

I had misunderstood her

Her caustic manner

Her cantankerous demeanor

She had frightened me

Once.

But those three words changed all that

Insane Jane was misunderstood

Oh she was still a bitch

I couldn’t escape that fact

But one whose appreciation of subtle longing, a need for belonging

Meant she must be more than just snarl and gnarl

More than the angry sighs her tapping hands evoked

More than an office joke.

There was a pearl in there somewhere

Inside that shell

Within the creature who gave us hell.

(C)Slumpless