You won’t see me grieve
Though you would’ve seen me bleed
If you weren’t seething
From emotional flesh wounds
Seemingly from me
Part of me disagrees
The other part is sorry you’re
Picking shards of my shattered heart
From yours
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From “what I would say…”
If I had to conclude my journey with one last article, I would say:
When you are young, you know a lot of things you don’t understand. The difference between those two are so great that it feels like you don’t know. You start to question yourself, and with questions come mistrust of your judgement and what you know. With that mistrust comes a reliance on the reckonings of others. Until one day you journey back to understanding that the reckonings of others are for the benefit of others and living for others has left you wanting.
At the bottom of this journey is understanding that almost no one is really genuinely happy for you. No matter how hard they saw you struggle to achieve what you have or how they cheered you on or supported the spectacle of your becoming, these were lies to cover their belief that you would eventually give in or settle as they did or some perverse desire to minimize what you have as on some level less than what they have… They will not be happy for or satisfied with you so long as you have become more successful in any area than they have become. If you lean on the advice and persuasions of others, they will advise and nudge you into misery, poverty, and loneliness. Instead, trust and rely on God for everything. This is yet another thing you know but don’t understand until you really do, and the end of the journey here ends back to you.
I would thank you once more for reading my stuff. Of course it is all just beginning
Love,
Meka
❤
From the series “What would I say…”
Warm skin grasped
Quiet laughs
We may never comprehend
Sacred ground shared in our laps
A temple of prayers and tears
Life and love over their years
Dark places in all states
The pleasure, joy, and the pain
Decades among two tiny frames
Yet a moment is all that remains
Clasped in these hands of ours
Enshrined by life’s marks and scars
What would I say if these were the last things I said? What would I eat if this were the last morsel I feel on my tongue? Where would I go? What would I do? Who would…? With whom…?
Questions that seem the most dark to think of- especially when you have no reason to believe you don’t have time to figure out are all the ones thrust on me a bit over a month ago. I found that none of these are reflected here and that there’s no reason they shouldn’t.
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A Freestyle Poem By Meka
I learned that one could die
If the beat’s broken inside
Unless there’s enough love
Left to keep her alive
The heart’s rhythm of life seems
Chosen but random and
It’s beat is a juke token
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Desired so long; wanting so strongly
Sprinting, crawling, reaching, gnawing
Kneeling, begging, fervently asking for it
For strength and will until time for basking
In it’s glow and satisfaction; confused reaction
When it became mine, now I am done wishing and
Want permission to take it for granted
Contemplating love sabotage. It is mine. Isn’t it?
Hard to accept it’s not a mirage when it’s so perfect
And I’m not worthy. Forces the question
Whether it was ever worth it. It could hurt me- unprotected
Not if I hurt it that scaled my wall and made me a skeptic
Is it unacceptable? Or should I relish the exception
Of perfect timing, seeds of good will- trying to see the
Possibilities of patience, wishes prayed up, appreciation
For what is incredible; Admittedly, anything less is unacceptable
Nothing is perfect but love for me except that
I must accept it to be happy
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Mired in misery and fear is a southern town some say lost its hospitality along the way. Where comfort is a waterfront plantation on a hilltop nestled between wealth and privilege for as many generations as recorded in the town’s historic buildings. And the beauty of days past is dutifully preserved in gardens in ever perfect bloom arising from ancient soil. Distance calls it perfection.
Love Deficiency symptoms include: judgemental or overly critical of the flaws of others, fixation on the problems of others; mood is often improved by knowledge of the issues of others.
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Baby
Is it too late to call?
I’m about to come
Over
You make me sleepy
I’ve just enough energy to tuck you in
You’ve rocked me
Awake
In my dreams
Say
Something. I
“Sarn’t!”
“Sir!…..Over.”
“This is Warrior 5. Sir. Pat yourself on the back with your free hand; draw a bar in the mud on your forehead…”
“Sir I’m honor…”
“Day old tea?! Lieutenant -one day or one month? Over.”
“T minus one day, Sir.”
Part 1 Excerpt: Rest in Peace or in Pieces
“Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot….”
“Roger that, Warrior 5. What the fu.., Sir. Over”
“Confirm. Sit-Rep in two fife.”
“I copy: Situation report in 25 minutes. Location in fife. Over.”
“…Eyes on Juliet?” Clicking noise.
“Three scout teams no commo, Sir, Over.”
“Damnit!” Shouts Warrior 5. Brief white noise followed by a faint click. Silence.
