Let Them Eat Cake- 18 of 30 NaPoMo2015

When a member of the french aristocracy said
"Let them eat cake."
To the poor with no bread
she might as well have said
Off with their head.
History has proven to us
Time and time again
That those without the money to spend
Don't always get the privilege to bask in the sweetness of life with no worry
Consumerist culture makes those lines blurry
Credit cards for the "middle class"
Just a band-aid on the wound
Minted shackles for those with no cash
Now a lot of us probably need a crash course in numbers
50 percent of the people having 1 percent of the riches
This inverted pyramid scheme just doesn't make any sense
Especially the part where some make all the dollars and some only cents
Resenting just makes this situation more and more tense
Then they want to talk about 47 percent
Calling people who need a hand up those with the easy life
just taking the hand out to hang out
but not really making anything out of this equation
This abrasion of wallet size invasion of the population
Circuses and bread when change is needed instead
Let them eat cake
Then off with their head

#SemanaSanta2014 22 of 30 NaPoMo2014

Being rejected from a job
All night at the bus station
Didn't get to see the Mezquita or Cathedrals

Leaving jacket at the bus stop.
Unable to check hostel
Cheated by taxi man
Knocking over purse with water bottle near laptop

A Message 19 of 30 NaPoMo2014

To all the men
Who were too cowardly to love me
To those who made heartbreaking
Into a pastime
And mistook my heart
For a baseball
Playing catch for a while
Then throwing it
To left field
Or hitting a grounder
Out of nowhere
To those who were magicians
Illusionists
Making me feel important
For just a moment
To those who are missing out
On all I have to offer
To those who passed up on me
Because I don't fit into their blow up doll mold
To those who left me hanging
Thank you for not sticking around
And blocking my way
From happiness
The ability to love
Me, myself and I

Family Untied

8 eight brothers and Sisters
4 brothers
20 something cousins
Cousins I can count on one hand
Older end on one side
Slide down to bottom of the other
Oh brother...
Daddy won't talk to this uncle
And uncle won't talk to me over what Daddy did
wait which family are we talking about now?
How did it end up this way.
Family is supposed to be everything
Now everything is messed up
Things up in the air
Unfair treatment
Judgement
It doesn't make sense
And of course we're all human
But man this is family
Family is supposed to everything
Now everything is messed up

Repeated Course

Being honest with myself
Feeling broken and broke
Just the butt of another joke
Taking it old school to new school
Because you fool
You didn't pass the 50 billion times you took the test
Putting to rest naiveness
R.I.P trust
And this busted heart
Start again
You know the drill...

Side Salad- NaPoMo- 24 of 30

You´d rather have me
For lunch
Then throw away the napkin
Than to make something happen
I'm not okay with that
So hat's off to you
For being so honest
But honestly,
Did you think that I'd accept
What you offer
Even though often now
I wonder what I'm worth
That's the worst thing
You could have done to me

He Forgot- Haiku- NaPoMo- 20 of 30

Happy Birthday Babe
Is that too much to ask for?
Would have made my day.

Message In A Bottle

Have you ever had feelings that you were ashamed of?

Thoughts going through your head that if you gave them a voice

You would immediately regret it as soon as the treacherous words left your mouth.

Syllables that come together in the form of anger, bitterness, and resentment.

Meant for an unknown receptor

The original agressor

Something you obsess over

Over and over

Not getting over it

Lost in a dark forest where the roots of maddening trees entangle you

So you can´t move

Can't breathe

Can't think  

Creatures of uncertainty

Certainly overstaying their welcome
In a mind that’s burning with fury

A fire that is drowning in doubt and self conciousness

Constrained by the norms that society has defined for certain relationships.

That ship may have already sailed.

Have you ever had feelings you were ashamed of?

Mine are in a message in a bottle.

Sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

Burned Cookies

 Damnit I was doing just fine without you

But there you go again creeping back into my thoughts like clockwork.

It’s like you set the kitchen timer to 7 years

Only to check in on what’s been baking every 2-3 months.

What you can’t see is that what could have been a beautiful creation has been burned.

It’s Crispy, Hard.

Hard like the journey we’ve embarked on for so long.

This was supposed to be the happily ever after,

And after so long all it does is pull on my heart strings

Stinging from what could have been

The almost.

But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades,

A grenade that’s already blown any aspiration of my being truly loved into tiny pieces.

Peace is what I seek now,

Strength to move forward and leave this story behind.

Behind all of the pain, emptiness, and longing.

You don’t even know have a clue

But the monopoly over my feelings is ending,

You didn’t catch them all…or at least the one that mattered.

Enjoy your milk with no cookies, only the crumbles.