manic monday

Looked up today and noticed
March was almost done
One more week and another month
Will slip by, be just a bygone

I wondered if 25% counted for something
Did I really live a quarter of this year already?
Bide the winter till Spring came peeping by
To play in my garden, on my knees, muddy

Inexorable, this march; sweeps us along
I wonder how it started to race on so
Who sped it up so the rush leaves me dizzy?
What happened to the days we took it slow?

Who made these calls, these tunes I now march to?
The daily cadence of life's calls, unforgiving demand
A self-centered thirst comes over me
In crowds, I dream of hiding in my garden...


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to manic mondays and more...


March 25th 2013

owed

I have answers for the complacent ones, who lounge in their stupor

Bleating on what can we do? we are too little, too weak, too far away…

What answers do I give to those who were battered themselves

Whose bones were hacked, lives torn up like second hand trash

What do we tell those who cry: I was there. It was me they felled; the rest simply walked away…

I think of you often and wonder what dreams you left unfinished
How much your mother cried, or couldn't - even as she bled
When your father stopped breathing, every breath hurt so much
Whither those you touched drifted, emptied by humanity's betrayal

Yet there were those who simply left you for dead, near dead
"What could have we done?" "We are but helpless - indeed!"
"It is the system that's so rotten" they must boisterously proclaim
Then secure their homes to rebirth the same wretched filth

Maybe the sleeping wrath you woke will howl unto hell
Maybe the world will move on - unmoved
Maybe one day you'll come back, seek us out for an answer
Was it me or your dharma that was raped that day?

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for nirbhaya...
who was raped and murdered on dec 16th 2012...and who i cannot - and will not - forget...

--reena
3/9/13 11:23pm

wearing it on my sleeve

you expressed surprise at my candor
said to me i shouldn't express it so
i don't care because i feel it so
i know the hurt of an open heart
the ease of love and how deep it goes
but don't make me hold it in
for i'm nothing without this
all i have is here and yours to take
give me what you can, or nothing at all
yes it makes me naive and easy to hurt
so sure it's "better" if i hold it in
so sensible and sane, never off the rails
never tell you how i feel, or how much i feel
but then one day i simply walk away
just when you thought i was so easy to have
and yes i do, i can play that game too...
but then who would i be?

... not me.

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--Reena


(based on a song i heard recently that brought back memories from a long, long time ago. This is why I say: Life is messy. Get dirty, be engaged, stay vulnerable...)