For casual dining look no further
For fool proof catering there is no other
Dough and sauce and cheese and fillings
Children and adults
greasy fingered by wolfish hunger.
Come celebration or accidental togetherness
From home alone to family gatherings
The safe choice of the cinematically busy
I’m tired of speech
Of tragic conversations,
Of hastily bitter debates.
I’m tired of forced rituals
Of dogmatic preference
Cloaked in rebukes and judgement
I’m tired of planned togetherness
Of constant compromise
And submission to imperfect authority
I’m tired
Of routines dictated by uneven sacrifice
The only change is Greek to me
Wounded fighters in stolen armor
Battles sooner lost than won.
I’m tired.
Small indulgences
Bursting into nothing
Wispy wafts of fragrant artifice
Splattering flames
Submerged in self-drowning waste
Constant flickers
Of the wagging tongue
Hot and silent
Aromatherapy
Fulfilling variants
Of diminishing sensations
Cheap meditation of
Broken seals
This little light of mine
I feed to keep alive
Limited series
As condensed and harried
As my dwindling attention span
That moody pup
That hovers next to master
Staying home
Like moldy unused potatoes
I press next episode
Skip intro
Half-aware of my fingers
Twitchy and fat-assed
I live in front of black screens
Cave-like and shadowed
Trapped by red lined time
Wasting half-baked longings
on unmasked blue lights
A response to the white man’s burden
You, the conquered people have a heavy load
A load to discover who you are
Beyond previous understanding
Beyond the labels of history
Beyond those haughty judging eyes
Of master race conquering
You are challenged to embrace heritage
To taste your local flavor
To love your neighbor
To protect an environment despite its exploited past
Explore the depths of your potential
With broken chains what’s left to drag you down?
Equity or Equality
Social change is supposed to be within your grasp
Brought free from compassionate understanding
Embrace diversity not hegemony
Monotony drowned by minorities
Billions have made sacrifices, fighting for their chance
Their legacy is heavy
but you don’t carry it alone
Take your colorful load
A prize of struggle and tenacity
A beautiful tapestry of history
A blanket muffling humanity
Let’s play a game
Where I can understand
The things you do
The words you say
Let’s play a game
Where you won’t feel bad
About the score
Or the prizes you can’t have
Let’s play a game
We would both enjoy
Something to share with others
When we grow bored
Let’s play a game
Never been done before
Something to call our own
That no one else will know
Let’s play a game
Don’t be scared
I’ve got your back
You know that I care
I’m not going anywhere
Let’s play a game
You just name the place
And I’ll be there
Anytime, anywhere
Let’s play a game
And be with me for one more day
It’s all fun and games
when we play
If I am envious of one thing,
It is the air of contentment some people have
Ensnaring the eye
Like a stupendous forested cloak
that hides them from worrisome malice
I wish to steal it
for myself
To bask in its warm gladness
Untattered illusion
Undrawn shimmering curtain
Fabric of soothing matters
Lay me down in a beautiful lie
A bed of roses among twisted thorns
For that cloak un-mourned
I’ll be wrapped in scorn-free contentment
I’ll be away from home
That cloak as green as envy
Thick and rich like siren song
It is an air more rapturous than breathing
For the imposter in need of masking,
and the child in need of hiding.
A little girl seeks understanding.
Health is wealth
And my cup overflows
Daily ritual offerings
Supplication to the body
A short tempered temple
In perpetual renovation
Swallowed strength
With determined reluctance
Drained the glass
Graceless avoidance
Patterns of neglect
Give way to convenience
Improvement by others
Gobbled good intentions
The last nail on the coffin.
Disaster has struck.
A plea never uttered.
The door slammed shut.
The stars have no fire.
If only I could look up.
Tortured by Shared Destiny.
What a Hero I turned out to be.
Confined and Forgotten,
Nothing to look forward to,
Nothing but broken records of seclusion,
Nothing but promises unkept.
I am trapped.
Confined to myself.
Lying to myself.
Pathology of un-escaping,
Fearful phases,
Waxing and waning.
Shimmering heat on feathered whites
My gaze bounces across the pond
To yellow billed twitching
of watered down sounds
Dive and dine
on delicious duck cuisine
crispy skin to juicy meat
Peking duck
Roast duck sisig
Tender and wild
swimming across the tongue
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