Knowing...

[Sam]

Thank you for the thread!!


Love,

Sam

[anirbas]

why, you're very welcome, sweet sweeting...

[anirbas]

knowing what we thought we knew...
sure we were that two plus two equaled four...

was it, is it so wrong to believe change can be wrought,
masses can be fed, with the curds and whey of our words?

do these verses we are driven to write truly help
the human plight? allow even one being to feel
they are not alone hearing the music
from a poetical song? or have we
essentially fooled ourselves?

we wrote so we would not feel alone?

[anirbas]

It matters not
how this or that
came about...

I walked through fire
to reach this destination point...

Soft as a marshmallow,
at my core I'm still a warrior
and I'll not turn my back
to the battlefield...

This sword I wield is rusted
with disuse, but still sharp
is it's blade for it was finely made...

This life I've been given
has been hard, a road
littered with potholes
and stones, but,
I'd not trade
it for one softer...

As then, never again,
would I hear your laughter...

[anirbas]

As humans
we are born
to fret, fumble and fume;
to search among the stars
for answers we may never find,
until we realize the answers
are within us, not without...

~*~

A human is not known
by his or her words no matter
how cunning or sweet
those words may or mayn't be...

Words are words, nothing more nor less...

Precious and beautiful are poems and verse,
but so often inspired by and fueled
by other substances--liquor,
marijauna, methamphetamines,
heroin, cocaine or hallucinogens...

So, though a poet may be considered
fair by his or her own individual fan club
for his or her's adroit usage of this or that
pair of couplets that rhyme and chime so angelically...

These words are mere droplets of meaninglessness
unless followed by physical action--for a human
is known by his or her deeds,
when it's all said and done...

Poems may be memorized...
Actions are immortalized...

~*~

On the icy steppes
of the back beyond
of one's mind
where one does find
oneself, alone...

My, how the thoughts
can slip and slide
down the frigid
channels of one crevasse
after another...
Trip and ride
the steep chilled
slope of one glacier
after another...

Only to arrive
back to where
the mind began
in the wide open
confines of one's own head...Alone...

[anirbas]

walls are built
to be taken apart
brick by brick,
chunk by chunk,
stone by stone...

so waste not time--
proceed to tearing
down the walls
within and without...

~*~

the only storms
that hold us
are the ones
raging within us...

be the man,
be the woman,
the human
you were meant
to be--the one
you've always
dreamed you are...

[Sam]

What? Me a moviestar???
Say it isn't so!
You don't mean it?
I never dreamed
this could happen to me....
I would like to thank
all of the small people
for making this moment possible.
((Smack))

Love,

Sam

[anirbas]

ggglggglgggl...lady...
you are to hehehelarious...
[hands Sam her Oscar]

Love backatcha, sweets!

[anirbas]

Blessed...

One is eleventeen...
Elfin dark and fairy bright...
The other is almost nineteen...
To hot and sexy for her britches...
And the smallest one of all...
Is almost three moons old...
One minute a cooing, grinning angel...
The next a whining little old man of a little devil...

These are the beloved natives
in this near distant land
I inhabit and cohabitate within...
A satellite rotating and retrograding,
gin, gin, ginning and spin, spin, spinning
about the planets of their lives...
Doing the best I can
to keep our cocoon,
our corner of the universe
intact, not imploding and exploding...

Sometimes, they all make me overflow
with smiles of utmost joy...Othertimes,
I just want to tell them all to shut up
and go to their respective rooms,
also known as their corners...

Either mood I'm in...
I love all three of them, unconditionally...
Even when two of them are acting
like prima donnas of little divas...
And one of them, is acting
like a little princeling
born in the purple...
These are the wards,
life and the heavens
have gifted me
the caretaking of...
And so, even when the job
makes me nervous as a cat
on a hot tin roof, I feel blessed...

Because, I just am...Blessed with them...

[anirbas]

~Sometimes-

Sometimes-
I hear you...
Do you hear me?

It's hard to explain.
I hear you through feeling.
It's an empathy thing.

Sometimes-
I hear you...
Do you hear me?

It's hard to explain.
I hear you through feeling.
It's a sensitivity thing.

Sometimes-
I hear you...
Do you hear me?

[anirbas]

~Everything and Nothing

Always, I have wanted to travel;
to follow a road,
without the least idea,
where it would lead or go.
In this life, I have been
inundated, under and over rated;
but never, satiated.
I hunger for that
which I do not have;
never content with
what is in front of me.
Restless, I long to wander
from this world built for me
by another's hand.
Knowing it wouldn't be
understood, my question:
Is this my gift, or my prison?
Don't tempt me to be honest.
If you don't mean, what you say.
If it's not real, please,
don't share it with me.
I reach out my hand,
touch nothing.
None the less,
I feel everything.

[anirbas]

~Time Traveler

Mind wanders as time meanders,
where and how it will.
Thoughts circle, until they spiral.
Circle and spiral. Circle and spiral.
Phonic not Phallic. Not linear.
Ameobic boundaries expanding.
Contracting.
Horizons broadened.
Narrowing,
within and without
the mind's eye.
Where did the blue sky go?
Doors close.
Never opened in the first place.
Life is a little shop of horrors.
Evil flourishes in the light,
as well as, the dark of night;
with or without the blessing
of the Holy Church.
HOPE is an anacronym.
Faith in what you cannot see,
is all there ever was, or will be.
When you're a time traveler...

[anirbas]

~The Standard II

And so it is
we live our lives
by the standard-
we crawl, we stand,
we walk, we jump,
we stumble, we trip
we fall...that's all...

But, oh the beautiful sights
we see while flying mid-air
before our faces connect squarely
with the unrelenting floor...