Tag Archives: Reality

No question, Needed… [POEM]

I couldn’t afford her…
only bought her closer to him
what I wanted for us
was closer to them
a fat chance
was closer to slim
it was never a fair fight
I wasn’t supposed to contend,
but I did
left and right
marks that I left at night
I left a mark,
that will be left for life
no reason to be dark,
she left for light
left for love is left alike,
I don’t feel left,
she left me right,

settled

pointed in a good direction
manual shifting is work,
versus automatic transmission
I had to leave her sick enough
in order for him to come get her
I’d always known his presence,
knew the him that come with her
knew the deeds that had been done
knew the dude that outdid her
knew the lie she tried to tell herself
knew the tricks to outwit her
so I knew that out with her
I had to be dude that was not with her
had to leave room for him
knew that my room would not fit her
wasn’t a matter of tools,
or which dude would best fit her
what happened had nothing to do with it
it was due that I get hurt
rules don’t apply to you
is what a fool says to prevent worse
this ain’t just the truth
it is approved,
a proof that approval is how you get work

and still I could end up being labeled
like I shouldn’t feel a kind of way
or I wouldn’t be able
to call it like I see it
been there, been through it, been burnt too much
been rejected, been disrespected, been hurt too much
been used, been abused, been made to bare
but baby girl you’ve been building up resistance,
you might as well be there

remember me for what ifs
remind him with my aura
next time he puts you through it,
remind him that I was boring
only willing to move as you ordered
but I get it,
no need to sort it,
or explain
you did this for self,
not esteem
I can dig it,
not a seed
bloomed already
the problem with us
was that I assumed already
and we happened way too soon,
so a future loomed all heavy
should have stayed in the cocoon
neither me, or you
were all ready
wings weren’t fully developed
so those pretty things
were just all heavy,
and the potential weighed us down
tried to play dress up,
the costumes made us clowns

a good performance
but a circus nonetheless
a whole audience entertained,
didn’t pay off,
but I can say I did invest
and I would like to suggest…

… She is still breathing
yup, and she is still leaving
who says, “I told you so”?
just remember that I told her, “Go”
changed my mind when I told her “No”
and held on,
after I was told to throw
because anyone can play catch
someone deserves to know
that watching someone else’s process
is how you learn to grow
and a lesson like this
is how you learn it, so…

I’m willing to believe now
because of us, I can believe how
so it was what it was,
nothing to leave out
if you’re going to try it once
it’s better to leave now
no telling for the future
she’s going to breathe out
not holding it in anymore
and I played a part in that,
easy to SEE how…

… Broken hearts build better men
and LOVE is better, than,
then

and when you’re ready for it,
walls don’t fall because you’re headed for them
you have to crash
and once you know what it feels like to hurt,
you won’t have to bask
if you don’t go for a present
you won’t have a past
your reason to concede it
is enough to get you pass
you won’t be the first,
you won’t be the last,
no question needed
you don’t even have to ask.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Live… [POEM]

At some point
you have to give up
let the past go
and get up
take the losses
accept what occurred
see it for what it is
not blurred
move on
leave the pride behind
press play
and not rewind
acknowledge defeat
embrace the pain
recognize the power
for the sake of change
see that some things die
and never return
some lessons are only lived
and never learned
some hurt is permanent
there are wounds that survive
an absence of forever
is not the end of time
forgiveness is a maybe
closure can be a myth
opportunity is a gamble
every chance is still a risk
tomorrow is not a promise
today is only now
the past is unlike the present
if you decide to make it out
at some point, deception
becomes a factor of your life
you find that people do people
and they don’t always do it right
trust is no religion
fidelity, no reward
for any moment is susceptible
to the discretion of its sword
success is circumstantial
failure is to your discern
value is a secret treasure
that worth can never earn
no reason to suffer proudly
or agonize in regret
same is to be said of love
which is possible by respect
of no reflex is commitment
and no routine is it to give
the true purpose of life
is in fact that simple, LIVE…

At some point
you have to try
without knowing
or why.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

Whoopin’ … [POEM]

Momma beat her kids
because Big Momma beat her kids
the way Granny beat her kids
the way “master” beat them

and “master” beat them good

Turned them into his
like Granny turned hers around
like Big Momma found
and Momma didn’t turn down
look how I turned out

got beat good

Knew not to try
and what not to pull
how not to act
don’t get pulled

or
yanked, snatched, balled
up

wherever we are

Grocery store
Church
In the mall
On a trip
While company is over
The backseat
Outside
In school

No place far enough away

From a switch
Or a shoe
Or a chord
Or a hand

Momma’s fingernails pierce like daggers

Or a broom
Or a race car track
Or a remote

A belt never seems to be enough

Just get naked
and bend over the chair
Or stand there
but don’t move

It was discipline
a way to let you know who was boss
and in charge
spoil the child
if you spare the rod

back in the day,
the neighbors could beat you too
for any offense
of being rude

something other “masters” couldn’t do
lessen the penalty behoove
A beating ensures life more smooth

“This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you”

Psychological warfare that they use
Overcomer’s approve
or accuse

Until it is the appropriate measure
to fuse

when you get no respect
from timeout’s or talking to

Just
Be careful not to… bruise.

©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

More to it… [POEM]

apparently
ignorance is appropriate
socially
and must be announced
vocally
like songs that seem
out of context
or out of concept
but accepted
openly

and obviously
images must be outrageous
and contagious
and “beat faces”
are not beat faces
but cover ups
for beat faces

somehow
it’s smarter to be dumb
and not just playing
numb
to the pain
of having to feel
the same hurt
over
and again

according to them
it is better to be them
than you
unless you are strong enough
to be you
in order to become
one of them
so that they
can steal your identity
and become you,
“friends”

specifically
anonymity is ridiculous,
serendipitous
but meticulously orchestrated
intuition
compared to science
evidence that there is
something to it
to the theories
conspiracies
of something bigger
like a small group
that meet
to move it
like the mountains
in the Jesus story

truthfully
there is
more to it
but

-see

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers

What is real… [POEM]

There are
reasons
for believing
in ghost
but not in men
just as
it makes sense
to pretend
that things exist
that don’t
that things persist
that won’t
that miracles are
coincidence
prone
to interpretation
per suggestion
or incident
and ifs

cliffs fall
to bigger monsters
and dreams
come true
for impostors
and imaginations
are seen
as
options
that are like change,
constant
but not
for lack of
being sponsored
by fears
and limits
just
as thoughts
are
gimmicks
blemishes
in the skin
of accomplishment

what is endangered
is stranger
but made popular
by the same thing
there is
no such thing
as
happenstance
in capitalism
and racism
is the biggest joke
in history
fiction
the truth is
that we are all human
just different
you can’t separate
what is together
just distance
it
means nothing to say
listen
if you don’t

but there are reasons
to believe
in belief
as
relief
from what is
reality
the sense
of
guilt
that is
what
happens
actually,
the real.

-see

©2013 Cornelious “See” Flowers