Mindfully Emancipated

[artsfartsyjanet]

Mindfully Emancipated

When wars subside
and bitterness sets in
every bit of blood that
wades in the water
will inevitably dissipate.

Forgotten like the
unsung heroes we often
take for granted in an
age appearing only
in a coat of innocence.

Lost in grief,
in silence,
in fear.
Disparity becomes
my only friend.

Until I learned
one day
that it has become
my only enemy
extracting what was
once life out of me.

It was the day
I learned to see
with my heart and
speak with my mind
did I truly become

free.

[contra_diction]

Another

i walk down the lonely road.
it is dusty, hot, almost sweltering.

no, not really.
an old man.
crooked teeth, balding, bald,
practically, an age spot?

gross
wrinkles, beady eyes, can he even see me?
hear me?
there he is, here i come, old man.
approaching, scraping gravel.

he is sitting. WHY?
oh
not paying attention
pay attention

i'll just pass by. another unconfronted confrontation.
stop
reach in my brown leather old pack
and
pull out a banana.
mmmm.

is he sad?
should i say
"hi, old man, here is a banana"
i hand him a banana
bruise spot, yellow, maybe,
probably, considered big, large,

he reaches,
grabs
i walk away.
"ooh"
an old sigh, happy, satisfied, pleased

haha
the old man smiles
do i look back