Monday, September 27, 2004

What he sees, and what I write: CallaboMini

Anger notices nothing and blindness sees only what it wants to. Dangerous- but very true.
Energy has an interconnected demeanor, but we chose to see smoke&mirrors, to only question why at the end result.

Loud girl shouts to front and the louder she shouts the smaller her insecurities seem-
But when the silence is deafening who will hear your screams but you? But this is how you want the world to view you—overconfident so who will catch you when you fall?

Palestinian studies hard but has watery eyes. He fights in the states to make a living for his living but his living are dieing…is he striving for nothing? In two more years who will be left to send for…if there…there is constant war?

She will show you what is physical in attempts to show you what is mental. So she rips jeans to bare skin in hopes of connection do you see the error?

The other half can’t shake that he killed his other half so he thinks—and no one will change his mind. So he lives over half empty, never half happy because of the constant memory spinning in his head. Men in white, truck in white, casket white oak, white clouds, white angels…he was his brothers keeper.

1 Comments:

Blogger chris said...

Bravo! Jacque: this is one again an outstanding piece of poem-ing. Very moving, full of energy, the kind that sustains readerly engagement at every turn.

Best Wishes,
Chris Murray

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