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Monday, October 21, 2013

Inner Peace











                                                         




Inner Piece


“Twinkle-twinkle little star, so clumsy that it fell
wasn't really meant to live to tell
saved by the angels' bells
mama's scarred knees and holy promises
daddy's energy on premises, while
big sister's waiting at home with Snoopy
And so she gathered all her strength
pulling IVs, leaning against plastic walls of white
knowing she had to cry out for dear life
but that's just not like her at all”

But look, she survived somehow in silence
bleeding unrealized inner radiance
shyly scorning the outside world
that's just calculating what she's worth
"Fellas, it's all about the inner piece,
love, inspiration and imaginings".

At school she paid full attention
to blend in was her intention
but kids said she wasn't normal
the house she drew was so informal
sketched in perspective and not 2D
the roof's not red and there's too much purple ink.
Oh, why are you trying so hard to adapt?
You don't even know why the teacher had you slapped.
Why are you trying so hard to bond?
All the best friends were here to go - and isn't it hilarious
that they were all born under the sign of Aquarius?
Must be like the case with men in Sagittarius.

Growing up was hard on her mentality
torn among her bouquet of personalities
seemed so puzzling and missing a piece.
Is it ok to be cotton candy smile and sweet
while also in seclusion and purple deep
scarlet glam gal rolling in dirt for fun
serious and perfect and a control freak
changing hair colors feeling full of white streaks

But look, she survived somehow in silence
bleeding unrealized inner radiance
shyly scorning the outside world
that's just calculating what she's worth
"Fellas, it's all about the inner piece,
love, inspiration and imaginings".

Hush now, it’s ok, miss Sadness is gone,
she couldn’t convince you did everything wrong
Hush, cause you no longer have to dress
the cloak of the fidgeting dame in distress
- unless there’s a fetish you should not repress!
For you can finally grasp that last piece
feel it and fumble it, persuade you it’s real
- it’s always been there, but now it’s been healed

















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