{"id":316,"date":"2014-12-16T14:14:10","date_gmt":"2014-12-16T19:14:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/?page_id=316"},"modified":"2015-03-13T11:48:05","modified_gmt":"2015-03-13T15:48:05","slug":"poetry","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/?page_id=316","title":{"rendered":"POETRY"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here are some thoughts about snow. Enjoy!\u00a0\u00a0 \ud83d\ude06<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2234 <\/span>THE FLAKES ARE COMING! \u2234<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
\nLook out! Look out! Look out!
\nThe flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
\nYou hear my fearful shout.<\/p>\n

I run around, my hands held high,
\nArms waving in the air;
\nBut nothing I can say or do
\nCan stop the flakes right there.<\/p>\n

So quiet, so insidious,
\nOne glides into my eye;
\nThen one lights upon my nose,
\nAnd I can only cry:<\/p>\n

The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
\nLook out! Look out! Look out!
\nThe flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
\nThere really is no doubt.<\/p>\n

The ghostly paratroopers fall,
\nSo silent and so grim;
\nFrom sky so grey and ashen all,
\nThe divers, swirling, swim.<\/p>\n

So slow at first, the noiseless horde
\nMounts and mounts and mounts;
\nUntil their overwhelming rush
\nMakes plain what really counts.<\/p>\n

Numbers! Ceaseless numbers!
\nSkirling from above;
\nContinue on and on and on,
\nNo hate, no show, no love.<\/p>\n

The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
\nLook out! Look out! Look out!
\nThe flakes are coming, the flakes are coming,
\nThere really is no out.<\/p>\n

So, soon I must accept my fate,
\nSurrender to my fear;
\nBecause, when all is said and done,
\nThe flakes, so white, are here!<\/p>\n

***************<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Poetry is word play. I like playing with words!\u00a0\u00a0 \ud83d\ude06
\nHeh, figure this one out!<\/em><\/p>\n

ALL I AM<\/span><\/p>\n

All I am
\nAll I am
\nAll I am
\nAll I am
\nAll I am<\/p>\n

I am all<\/p>\n

I am<\/p>\n

\u00a0***************<\/p>\n

DICHOTOMY<\/span><\/p>\n

This one’s a screamer . . .\u00a0 I had posted this on the blog but I’ve since decided to make a new page solely for poetry. Not all my poetry is so morose.<\/em><\/p>\n

I love myself
\nI hate myself
\nI kill my children
\nMy parents too
\nI build great works
\nThen I destroy them
\nThough my time is brief
\nI squander my opportunity
\nTo survive<\/p>\n

I want more
\nThat\u2019s all
\nMore
\nI have it all
\nBut still
\nI want more
\nMy capricious desires
\nDrive me
\nTo kill myself
\nOver and over
\nI just can\u2019t agree
\nSo I explode
\nOver and over
\nConcussion shatters
\nAny chance
\nTo survive<\/p>\n

What is my destiny?
\nTo explore this space
\nTo grow and live
\nOr be an archaeological memory
\nA shard from a broken pot
\nA wisp of smoke
\nDissipated
\nIn the winds of Time?
\nWhy am I waiting
\nFor the death blow?
\nIt\u2019s coming
\nInevitable
\nBut I\u2019m too busy
\nNo time for that
\nI\u2019m too busy
\nKilling myself
\nKilling my children
\nOver and over
\nI\u2019m too busy
\nTo survive<\/p>\n

I have potential
\nI have ability
\nI have intelligence
\nI have will
\nI have diligence
\nI have great love
\nAnd yet
\nI use it all
\nTo kill myself
\nOver and over
\nWhy do I kill myself?
\nHow does that help
\nTo survive?<\/p>\n

What\u2019s it going to take?
\nHow can I coalesce?
\nHow can I focus
\nOn the real issues?
\nI can learn
\nI can change
\nOr I can die
\nIn suffering and misery
\nI don\u2019t want to die
\nI want to live
\nI want to know
\nThis place
\nWhere I exist
\nMy talents, however
\nMy will, my drive
\nMy overactive imagination
\nMy mythology
\nKeep me
\nKilling myself
\nOver and over
\nAnd cancel my chance
\nTo survive<\/p>\n

So where will I be?
\nWhen the asteroid hits
\nWhen the super volcano
\nEmancipates the planet
\nWhen the ice comes
\nWhen the flare
\nSanitizes
\nWhen \u201cGod\u201d
\nDelivers my due?
\nHow many times
\nHave I survived such?
\nHow many times
\nHave I moved
\nBack into the caves?
\nHow many chances
\nAre left
\nTo survive?<\/p>\n

Doesn\u2019t matter
\nI have my own agenda
\nI\u2019m too busy
\nKilling myself
\nKilling my children
\nDestroying my world
\nTo survive<\/p>\n

Do I have any sense to come to?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Here are some thoughts about snow. Enjoy!\u00a0\u00a0 \ud83d\ude06 \u2234 THE FLAKES ARE COMING! \u2234 The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming, Look out! Look out! Look out! The flakes are coming, the flakes are coming, You hear my fearful shout. I run around, my hands held high, Arms waving in the air; But nothing … Continue reading POETRY<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-316","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/316","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=316"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/316\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":444,"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/316\/revisions\/444"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=316"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}