Conversations with Shehe
Shorts (but not really)
(a.k.a. Schizophrenic Poetry Retreat)
I sat at the feet of the goddesses
Three made hidden,
Veil Lifted
Before my eyes,
Mortal immortals
Were revealed.
“The worst slur a Manea can utter is “Grown-up.””-Manea
He silenced the drum
and shut down the joy of
my free spirit and heart…
And inspired the darker side of my soul
And gave dark hated birth,
To a razor bladed pen,
Can you read the
Blood between the lines?
Beware the poet's pen,
And no better pen to
Beware, than a woman's
Scorned.
I have no desire to
To win your approval
Or affections,
But now that you have lost
Mine,
I'm sure the reverse
Will be true.
The bodiless
Danced on my periphery
And teased my vision
“we are here
remember?”
I am a single magnificent note
Whom none desire to
Listen to all the live long day
But mixed amongst
Others becomes melody
And harmony,
Whom people listen to
With blissful abandon.
“F!@#$$%^& short attention spans. I can feel the tiring smile, when you want to be polite, but don't have the balls to say, I don't really want to listen any more.” – Manea
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Un-huh.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Yep.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Sure.
Can you excuse me for a moment?
“Overlapping shadows are twice as cold.” – Manea
I think I'll go into theater.
Captured audiences
Are a delicious idea…
Said the vampire.
You turn your nose
And ignore her pleas
Because her frailty
Reminds you of where
You are headed.
You may think yourself
Mature and wise
But undo the illusion
When you disrespect
Her because of the
limitations of her age
It Ensures the curse
That you will be treated
Just as badly.
“I've been told it takes courage to bear one's inner world through the performance of poetry. I have no concept of this, for me it is the desire to connect.” – Manea
The young woman danced
With the old one,
She saw delight in her Spirit
dancing with sun
And the drum,
And gave a joyful respect
To see in her
The passion expressed
In the moment
Irrespective
Of the things she could
No longer do
The young woman
Became inspired,
By the old,
To dance through and
With Life.
“Music needs no translation to be understood or felt.” – Manea
Light and dark push and pull my mind
To see visions
And illusions of what is there
And what is not anywhere else
But in my mind.
*Pure love is to look in the face of one's destruction and smile
To greet the future with a lover's embrace.
So each second destroys me.
And each second I am reborn.
Despite the ecstasy
Privilege and racism
March on,
Interrupting the reverie
Of my internal Buddha.*
“My only responsibility is to write, yours is to listen, and make sense of it as you will.” – Manea
Charcoal breath and silver sunlight
That burns red
When you look at it just right
I spill out soul
And she turns ashen
In your mouth
As daisies grow
Toward a sky that
Doesn't care
Nor cries out
When it is mowed down
And children dance
On roots no longer attached.
I sat at the feet of the goddesses
Three made hidden,
Veil Lifted
Before my eyes,
Mortal immortals
Were revealed.
“The worst slur a Manea can utter is “Grown-up.””-Manea
He silenced the drum
and shut down the joy of
my free spirit and heart…
And inspired the darker side of my soul
And gave dark hated birth,
To a razor bladed pen,
Can you read the
Blood between the lines?
Beware the poet's pen,
And no better pen to
Beware, than a woman's
Scorned.
I have no desire to
To win your approval
Or affections,
But now that you have lost
Mine,
I'm sure the reverse
Will be true.
The bodiless
Danced on my periphery
And teased my vision
“we are here
remember?”
I am a single magnificent note
Whom none desire to
Listen to all the live long day
But mixed amongst
Others becomes melody
And harmony,
Whom people listen to
With blissful abandon.
“F!@#$$%^& short attention spans. I can feel the tiring smile, when you want to be polite, but don't have the balls to say, I don't really want to listen any more.” – Manea
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Un-huh.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Yep.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Sure.
Can you excuse me for a moment?
“Overlapping shadows are twice as cold.” – Manea
I think I'll go into theater.
Captured audiences
Are a delicious idea…
Said the vampire.
You turn your nose
And ignore her pleas
Because her frailty
Reminds you of where
You are headed.
You may think yourself
Mature and wise
But undo the illusion
When you disrespect
Her because of the
limitations of her age
It Ensures the curse
That you will be treated
Just as badly.
“I've been told it takes courage to bear one's inner world through the performance of poetry. I have no concept of this, for me it is the desire to connect.” – Manea
The young woman danced
With the old one,
She saw delight in her Spirit
dancing with sun
And the drum,
And gave a joyful respect
To see in her
The passion expressed
In the moment
Irrespective
Of the things she could
No longer do
The young woman
Became inspired,
By the old,
To dance through and
With Life.
“Music needs no translation to be understood or felt.” – Manea
Light and dark push and pull my mind
To see visions
And illusions of what is there
And what is not anywhere else
But in my mind.
*Pure love is to look in the face of one's destruction and smile
To greet the future with a lover's embrace.
So each second destroys me.
And each second I am reborn.
Despite the ecstasy
Privilege and racism
March on,
Interrupting the reverie
Of my internal Buddha.*
“My only responsibility is to write, yours is to listen, and make sense of it as you will.” – Manea
Charcoal breath and silver sunlight
That burns red
When you look at it just right
I spill out soul
And she turns ashen
In your mouth
As daisies grow
Toward a sky that
Doesn't care
Nor cries out
When it is mowed down
And children dance
On roots no longer attached.
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