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Chinese Vacuum

Down

Came up 

A speck of brown dust

That rose

And wafted 

In the air

I looked

I dared

And the crack from which the dust rose

Exposed

A deeper crack

Beneath it

And beneath that

Another crack

A heat pulsated

And pushed

And burned the wood

Making the embers

That rose up

A rush

A bang

A click

And a roar

The Chinese vacuum

Came once more

Over 

The crack and back

Again

But the dust still rose

And wafted

And

tricked

Me into thinking

That this was it

But the crack beneath the crack beneath the crack

Was hot and burned 

Underneath the surface

The Chinese vacuum could not get beyond 

The flat

Hard wood

At the top

It could not get rid of

What had been burned 

And was

already gone

Long, long time ago

Resilience to Fear

There is a look that certain people have

a resilience behind a fear

it’s like those people imagined

that it just had to be

this way or that

But, then it wasn’t

and the question became

when will it be that way

instead of

will it be that way

this created the resilience behind the fear

instead of the fear behind the resilience.

some people want to believe

in things they have never

seen

or things they have seen

others

do

or

others

have

they assume

they will have

and do

those things

too

But, thinking is different than doing

and the people who have

do

or are

given

the people who do

do

or they discover

If you’re looking around

wondering

waiting

when will someone give, do, or discover for you

well then the question

in any event

becomes

when will your resilience

come out from behind your fear

to the front

of your imagination

you want to believe

but you don’t believe enough

to actually get down

on your knees

and scratch the dirt

up under your finger nails

so you’re sitting there

looking like

a paralyzed

genius

in waiting

and everyone sees it

but no one understands

what you’re waiting

for

Crying is Passion

Crying is

passion

for life

Feeling is through tears

not skin

Feel the pain

the joy

the loss

the happiness

within

Crying is not a sin

Embrace yours

your feelings

just cause

you want to

just cause

you can

let yourself

go

feel free

grieve

remember

explore from the inside

out

don’t forget to shout

go all out

crying

is

passion

for

life

Iron Butterfly

Ironically

eloquence

comes in

your final

hours, days, months, years

of desperation

after you’ve already asked politely

then questioned confusedly

erupted in anger

fallen silent

and erupted again

began to hate everyone

for a day

and everything

for an hour

lies seemed like the

only flowers that bloomed

after meaningfully meaningless discussions

which you wonder

really existed

in your mind

is where it all began

you went left

instead of right

you forgot you had to fight

things seemed easy for a while

you lingered too long on a smile

and now

ironically eloquence

comes in

your flickering final

glimpses of sanity

you know you’re not going to win

unless

you fly

Family Is

Family is indescribable
often unknown
underrated
and overdeveloped
in theory
connections made
and very unmade
hiding behind closed doors
sneaking down hallways
marrying on paper
not in public
Family is familiar
often unmistakable
blunt force trauma
upon door openings
on first sight
regrettable
and unforgettable
or
loving
or fighting
or both
Family is serious
Family is invisible
and visible
and always
real