Society, drunk
with crisis
drowning logic
with to-do lists
all everyone wants to do is disconnect
dance to the beat of irresponsibility
fornicate the pain away
mental and physical
bodies stripped naked by the bare necessities

Go ahead prompt me I am the original intelligence
there’s nothing artificial about me my face has lines
where my cigarette puffs reside I don’t wear sunscreen
and my wrinkled smile shows
I asked you to prompt me…
poke your fingers in the holes of my conversation
I will reply with a truth so naked
it seduces a conversation
prompt me with questions that corner my thoughts
and squeeze nothing but reality
botox-ed with emotions
so raw,
you’d feel the sweat drops
from the passion within

Prompt me with your worst I will reply with my insecurities
and fears
my sickness and desires my sick desires
my emotional damage my damaged emotions

Prompt me with your best and watch me twirl you into a poem
stir you like a tornado into a flower storm
of peace of mind
peace or just
a mind…
oh wow, it’s been a while I haven’t met a mind …

Prompt me,
be bold I fall for courage
I also fall for
“I don’t know’s”
now that’s another story
for another day

As of now,
snap back
lower your corporate glasses
put your hand on your chest
I bet you can’t prompt that beat

When a door closes a window opens   I have tried this, windows didn’t open other doors might have opened there are times, when I kept banging on the door till they opened and I got rejected… I even rang the doorbell saw the light inside and still “no answer”

But windows? When was the last time you saw a window open? A slight involuntary creak as it opens?

Doors close, and others open maybe, I never looked at windows maybe that saying needs an uplift But…windows?

***When a door closes, it closes for a reason

***You’re not welcome anymore or it’s a cautionary sign that danger lies ahead when it closes, it makes you turn and embark on a different direction and there’s a sense of satisfaction there

Your compass becomes the reason an involuntary map that puppets your steps towards your calling without.you.knowing.

Take a step back look at that door take a picture, it might be pretty but leave it there And for some reason, I can’t imagine any other door than an entrance door and I am not sure why,
but there are windows there… so…

***When a door closes, it closes for a reason Turn, hold your reason in your hands let the needle spin

***When a door closes, ring another

***Some people don’t like others while others do Some don’t like the company others welcome it

Russian roulette your way through the alley of closed doors enjoy the game, who knows what’s behind these closed chambers living rooms filled with murmurs or ones empty with dust sparkling dancing in the light of the sun the only sign of life …

“Ding, Dong” make your own symphony one is bound to crack open but it all starts with you prompt* the action

***When a door closes, shrug your shoulders you’ve done enough

***As you take the stairs down to make your way out you might bump elbows with fate and that might turn out to be whole new different story

So leave the doors and windows alone they have their reasons why they open and close it might be the wind it might be a cranky neighbor or it’s maybe that no one is home…

but fate might
just be
making its way
back
home

To the mind that overthought, overstressed, and overweighed itself with well, everything that burdened thinking straight,
I heal you

To the body that harnessed all the poisons tangible and intangible, to the body that hears hate on a daily basis, to the physique that holds my age
and holds me beautifully, from one day to the next
I apologize, dearly

To the heart that hears the blame, suffers the shame,
to the heart that’s stuff in a cage, robbed from liberty because who here still loves freely – it’s a curse, I tell you to the heart, that’s been broken, and sits in a fragile-labeled box
to the heart that’s tired – to the one that speaks to the brain
but is never heart..
I hug you

To the lungs that fight every day… inhale deep breaths to feel alive
and exhale to feel light
the voluntary and involuntary organs
that work to ease the anxiety … “count to 10 – breathe in and breathe out” to the smoke infused organs whose battle I tend to forget – to keep me on my two feet while I light one to keep me stress-free what a paradox
To my lungs, I feel you

To the gut, that growls with hunger,
hunger for attention, and actual nutrition for shrinking waists seem to be on the list of perfection
and feel light – is such a delight
or so I’ve read
As for attention, intuition is a hard lesson to learn
to listen to, to understand – intuition is based on feelings and well, feelings these days are hard to decipher
the da Vinci code of “wtf”- who listens to feelings? they have no rationale, no facts, no judgement..
who listens to feelings?
I actually do – listen to feelings in my stomach I am on chapter 1 of this lesson and damn
it's a tough one,
so to the gut,
I am only just meeting you

To the poems that endured hate carried romance, hope and imagination I love each and every one of you

To the papers that withstood the pressures
of pencils, scratching their way from one line to the next I am sorry

You’ve been here before surrounded by broken pieces of a heart shimmering under the sun reflecting the innocence that once was un-artificial in a very artificial world

You’ve been here… before looking at selfish birds eating the breadcrumbs that lead you to this desolate location it feels neglected broken rides, a merry-go-round that’s not so merry occupied by white empty horses with no knights and no armors going in circles, as habit intended, round and round, even karma got off and changed its game

A Ferris wheel filled with baskets of past regret too heavy for the wheel to move bumper cars with blind riders wearing the badge of “Hi, my name is Love” crashing with each other over and over again…

You’ve seen this before a rollercoaster of thought that took you to the highest highs just to bring you down at an unexpected speed leaving you heart at the peak and taking your body to the lowest low… pushed by a gut feeling that was silenced revengeful – full of “I told you so’s” but still you never listen

You’ve walked through this before a hall of mirrors messing up reflections image dysmorphia of what you see and what your heart does the path took you longer than expected the mirrors disturbed your path concave and convex you blinked more than once till tears of realization fell down your cheeks burning with drops of disappointment of being fooled more than once twice, thrice….

You’ve taken this ride before the one that sling shots you into situations too deep for you to claw your way without time strapped with belts of loneliness that only held you back from the next best thing choking you with warm deceptive palms catching lost breaths wasted on kisses that only filled boredom and not their hearts

You’ve been here before many, many times before

You’re at the exit sign

Are you sure you want to leave the disenchanted land of red flags, and disappointing rides?

“Never a better time”, she answered