February 2018

Teach Us Our Tongue


Teach us to reach deep inside for our freshness

Even when vegetable dreams wilt and turn yellow

Teach us to weed, dig, and cultivate amidst the flood

Despite how often the waters become earthquakes

Teach us to count the strands of our young, gray hair

Irrespective of how unkempt those bushes soon become

Teach us to walk in the valley of death’s cold shadow

When the whispering of night tears our ears apart

Teach us to remember our names, ideas, and hopes

No matter how often pirates go behind the copyright laws.


Teach us to conquer our hungering, swelling lust

Even if we aspire to pluck our eyes and twist our tongue

Teach us to fight in the face of the sinking storm

That quickly causes our infant ships to capsize shamelessly

Teach us to trust that little cat that sways innocently before our eyes

As it is never our lot to be sadistic streams of distrust

Teach us to climb the ladders and defy the snakes

Since they can only hiss, and dance, and spray venom

Teach us to speak our tongue on the day of war

As in that lies our pure past, polluted present, and fairy future.


©arrowbird (+La Core)

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February 2018

Let’s Skip the Operation

Jamming doors, Steps skipping

Scampering to find a miracle

Speed walking, slow dancing

Will this babe make it through?


Nude needles pinch their ugly way through

Fiercely tearing down flesh and water

Shall we save this life by piercings so true

To wake the pulse of the heart that falters?


Lights, busy bright lights, all so loudly confused

Undecided about safe survival or witless withdrawal

Windows – opening, closing, staring – shoot!

Perhaps some sunshine will mend the mortal.


Some near loss, very close to departure

“Skip the operation,” they whisper

Turn the clock for the caricature

“We lost this one,” there won’t be a later.

February 2018

Known Dive into the Unknown Deep

“Sorry, you’re not a bird. Why try to fly?”

“None is made a rat. So why try to hide?”
In panics, we forget the roots of history

We imagine new identities for our journey

But time soon restricts our souls and beings

And irritated, we hide behind cold chills

To take the plunge, we fidget in fearful fright

Eager to trade our will to that playwright

The one that designs the denoument

Before the Director says “CUT, the End”
With wails and boundless bawling, we scream

“Shall we have this known dive into the unknown deep?”

February 2018

Don’t We All Forget?


The chills are far disappearing

Leaving all shirts unbuttoned

The breeze is breezing in silence

As it comes to the first end of his days

Are we in error of the days and months

Those seasons that speak in clear tones.
Don’t we all forget the laws

That after night comes dawn

Guess we all part with that memory

That a minute always defeats the previous

That the dust soon gives way to rain

And at last, again, we can all be sane.

February 2018

Trading Today

How many are the roads we must travel on?
How long is the distance our feet must tread?

Will this journey last for all eternity?

Shall our hearts know no sweet pity?

Shall recompense be too far from sight?

Must we trade today while saying “goodnight”?
Perhaps, we see nothing of our old grown folds

And we hear nothing of forsaken melodies

Maybe tomorrow will never find itself

Or it waits on us to find ourselves

Whatever the case, tomorrow is lost in the stars

May you find yourself when the skies seem so dark.

February 2018

If you Ever Forget

Life’s private cracks are great at breaking in

Leaving your lips torn, worn, and sour

You see through the mirror but see nothing

Only recounting the spilt milk and spiceless sauce

As if the ignorant storm was never enough

A raging blindness comes to erase all memories

Those moments of good, goodwill, and goodtidings

The slow days of delight, dance, and distinction

And aloud, you soon ask “who am I really?”

At the boundless brink of Forget Me Not

Or is it Never Remember?

While you sit in that proud people’s park

Recovering from amnesia or reminiscence

If you ever forget what this fiction is about

Shut those pretty eyes passionately

As you stare as the passing wings

And feel the sunshine on your heartbeat

Saying “never relinquish your right to rise.”

February 2018

Some Sort of Substance

Until yesterday, you were only a flame

Flickering through some thick space

Seeking attention, acceptance, affection

In need of one identity or firm mission

Until the last minute, you gave up all hope

Waved the winds goodbye, all set to cope

Still looking for some kind of substance?

The essence that screams “no distance?”

Old friend, welcome to your new meaning

The one that redefines your old beginning.
©arrowbird2018