Poetry Finding your inner voice
i am magna promota
my people say i’m a chili i am a poet
i like being a poet i paint with words
now i become a sister a daughter and a
friend
my love for my family and friends
extends far deeper
than the deepest roots of the oldest red
oaks
i am there for them always
and then a violinist i am the music
notes as they float off the page
in strings of melodies and into my
waiting ears
i could never give up my dearest violin
for anything
finally i am a human being i am a part
of the people around me
the people who support me the people who
always have my back
but just like a human i fall down too
just like a human i make mistakes just
like a human
i create and destroy and just like a
human
i learn being human is the last thing
because no matter what happens i am
always human
this is me a poet a sister
a daughter a friend a violinist a
learner
and always a human actor
non-verbal at acta non-verba
deeds not words like when we’re gone
forever among the birds
will they really sing our praises to
replenish our life on earth
in honor of nothing because actions are
nothing without the words
and words are nothing without the
actions
each of each other are nothing nothing
is nothing without everything
arbor is carry to every ear on earth be
it we know
or they may never hear but in their
dreams are words
verba verb verbal but verbs refer to
action verse verbal to words
all the same derivation connection
achieved
disconnection on causation deceived
dissolved
the mystery has been solved by none
other than sherlock holmes
and shakespeare who all use words to
justify their actions
and actions to justify those same words
the great kobe 19 crisis of 2020
we used to go to school we used to play
outside and go to restaurants and scream
at the stars
every second and think that nothing was
ever going to change
nothing could ever disrupt our peace and
happiness upon this earth
but now we sit at computer screens all
day and try
try to interact with people who are just
not actually there
but are miles away with only the screen
separating you from them
and them from whatever fate you
encounter because those people
are waiting for that machine because
life depends upon that machine
with the single cord to keep the lungs
breathing
and the hearts beat faster because that
person might not be there the next day
when after after they’ve taken care of
their children and stuffed cereal and
milk down their throats
and cleaned their faces and finally
driven back to the hospital
only to see that there is no life left
no staircase to their minds
and the heart that was what is behind
each mask what is behind the woven
strings of cloth
that cover our faces and cover our
smiles
so that we can only tell by wrinkled
eyes that someone else is happy
that someone else has a different story
than our own
so they are not so different from us
because every mask is a hiding spot a
place to store the non-disclosable
and make discretions to cover up our
reasons
from the rest of society who is
undeserved
the sick the dying the dead are all
waiting for the clock to tick
for time to tell the end
allegory of the fog dancer
he could not see ahead of him but still
he danced forward forever forward
searching for a light a break in the fog
smoke haze but he wasn’t to know that
there was none
but life is sort of just all a dream
everything around is just not what it
seems
or perhaps is just an allegory
each door ahead of him was infinitely
closed
and yet he danced through them as though
there was something to be seen
at the end something to be had at each
bend
but there was nothing not unless he
danced backwards
or left or right not with every grain of
wheat the wind blew
did he ever realize that he might leave
if he just went
another direction traveled into and not
passed
another connection he could not see an
end or the foreboding clouds above
but he still slept and woke with each
passing night
with never and after thought not blotted
like a black ocean
he flowed ahead the tide welling at each
second
and receding at the next never did he
stop
and so father time stopped for him
if i ruled the world you know if i ruled
the world
people would not play video games if i
ruled the world people would not be
homeless or
poor if i ruled the world
people would not be doing drugs if i
ruled the world there would be no
idiotic leaders
if i ruled the world bad political
parties would not make a comeback
if i ruled the world there would be no
violence
and people would not be abusive if i
ruled the world people would not die
from diseases like malaria
and polio if i ruled the world
people would not be obese if i
ruled the world people would not drink
alcohol
if i ruled the world there would be no
teenage pregnancies
if i ruled the world everyone would have
equal rights
and there’d be no racism if i
ruled the world people would not smoke
if i ruled the world people would not be
mentally ill
if i ruled the world people would not be
inappropriate
or do illegal things if i ruled the
world
then women would not be enslaved and
forced to entertain men at gentlemen’s
clubs
in fact if i ruled the world there would
be no gentlemen’s clubs all together
if i ruled the world there would be no
pollution
if i ruled the world i think it would be
a much better place
this is me a poet a sister a daughter
a friend a violinist a learner
and always a human thank you