Force field vernacular

Kindness. Hate. Annoyance. Sympathy. Encouragement. Tearing down. Tangled feelings found in a few words. These forced sounds that sing of grievances and loss. That have the power to raise the dead things in us, to fight the unseen, to cause us to tenaciously cling to our own inability to be what by now we thought we should be. Let it go already. Just give it to Him. Musical words help me escape. They cause me to run to the places of my heart that I once thought lost and hidden for good. By now you would think I would be able to turn my own phrase to express what my heart feels. Instead I find them there. Always there. “I let it fall, my heart, and as it fell, you rose to claim it.” Thank you. My inability to express my own thoughts lay not in the words I cannot find, but in the words I throw out to shield me from having to talk about much weightier things. The hilarity and harshness of my choicest phrases protect me. I must say that I have always been afraid to admit what I so strongly consider weakness, even if my weakness seems to them strength. I am so stubborn. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Skywalker, let’s get it in gear. Time to disable the force field.

Allusions to elude

No one will remember
None could forget.
Corporations and government
Outtakes and shipwrecks
Baby bottles and Nyquil
This oil spill… too complex?
No thanks to BP,
No help from the GOV
In fact, should there be?
-Parties made of tea cups
-“Moral” degradation
-Standing with the right
-Standing with the left
First flights, first fancy, foul fake ornament
Looks good from the outside,
But inside descent
Too big the great divide
When will it all collide?
Mesh into one
Undo what we have done
Will no one return?
Will no one learn?

The card you were dealt was paper mache
Made out of wet and dry and grey
Old wrinkled newspaper never once read
Those stories, those lives, left for dead.