I Can’T Hear What You’Re Saying …: Poetry, Shorts, and Shenanigans
By MJR
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This new collection of poetry and prose by author MJR offers raw and honest insight into the poets thoughts. In a no-holds-barred journey that ranges from the serious and solemn to the unexpected and provocative, the poet exposes personal feelings and emotions through life experiences. From the melancholy Sorrow to the introspective Weep Not, For Me, the pieces in this collection capture the emotions of each unique situation.
I Cant Hear What Youre Saying seeks not only to invoke emotional responses like laughter and tears, but also provoke introspection, that we may find our own patha personal adventure of selfdiscovery.
Evil
Evil is the entity which takes
Without compunction, compassion, nor end
Rarely gives, unless strategically; for their
image
Unconscious of the damage left in its wake;
or uncaring
Caveat emptor, business is business
What about me? self-centered in its
thoughts
It walks through life, a cancer, living upon
others
Devouring what it wants, what it needs, what
it takes
Even when still in use, not theirs, not dead
A mollusk, leaching, draining life from
others
Until they are just too tired to fight, give up
Devoured alive by the relentless selfishness
To take, take, take, resources, energy, love
Pervert it, alter its state
Forever damaging the former host beyond
recognition
Until it ceases to exist, is no more
Before moving to the next
Evil takes
MJR
Other books by MJR I am Dianna Coming soon: The Five Stages of Grief
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I Can’T Hear What You’Re Saying … - MJR
I Can’t Hear What You’re Saying…
Poetry, Shorts, and Shenanigans
MJR
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I Can’t Hear What You’re Saying
Poetry, Shorts,and Shenanigans
Copyright © 2012 by MJR
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Contents
The Journey
Pennies On Your Eyes
Sorrow
The Hero
Heaven
Evil
False Prophets
Once I Was Blind
Laughing With the Crux
Monday
The Weasel
Deal of a Lifetime
Lil-Freak
Weep Not, For Me
Something In the Night
Rain
Remembering Walter
The Lines Upon His Face
R.W.E.
Who Am I?
Two Rooms
The Goddess Within
Lust
If it’s Not Broke…
Killer
Men
McKenzie
A Blemish Upon Humanity
Night Call
Arthritis
Waiting
Right Through Your Fingers
Chain Reaction
For a Moment
How Do I Tell You?
A Most Satisfying Cup
White Gangsters
Shall I Kneel…
Chitter-Chatter
At First Sight
I Never Should Have Jumped
Brother
Wine
Hungering from A-M
Satiated from N-Z
Smile…
Forever
One
Pegasus
Why Am I So Different When I Play
Know Thyself
The King of Goose-shit Valley
Love
Armor
Wall-hangings
How to Bake a Life
How Bad Do You Want It?
Building Anew
Congratulations
Nuts
Respect
The Old Man
Knock-Knock
Anything…
The King’s Land
Realists
Truth
An Evening Class…
Hedonism
Tears
If Only
Philosophy
Sister
The Simple Truth
A Postcard for Bigotry
Prejudice
1%
So Nice
Who Are You kidding?
Rumors
Beware the small man
Small-town Hero
Is It You?
Lambs
Awakening
Samking
The Darkest Road
The Whole of Me
The Genius of Ralph Waldo Emerson
About the Author
The following collection is dedicated to those I love
Have lost, in either body or soul
Ask forgiveness of, have forgiven
Have both taught and learned from
I care enough to prompt you to think, to ask why
To push you, as you have often pushed me
That you might experience, your successes, failures
The wonder of living, a life worthy of your spirit
To follow your own path
And to my mother
I hope I’ve made you proud
F riends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears…
so spoke Mark Antony in the play Julius Caesar from the untouchable quill of William Shakespeare.
No, I do not profess to compare to this god of the written word. I merely, and most humbly, follow in his footsteps; desiring to entertain, to paint stories, to prompt you to thought.
Please enjoy the following collection I Can’t Hear What You’re Saying… Poetry, Shorts and Shenanigans
with an open mind and in the spirit in which it was written: often playful, occasionally disconcerting, at times maddening, and with any luck—thought provoking, as they are purely the ponderings and opinions of a family member, a fellow member, of the human race.
MJR
My weaknesses…
I wish I could come up with something.
I’d probably have the same pause if you asked me what my strengths are.
Maybe they’re the same thing.
Al Pacino
The Journey
Where are you going, son?
The youngster looked to the stranger with a shrug
I’m traveling to where the monsters are,
he answered
His knuckles tightly wrapped, white, around his imaginary weapon
A carefully peeled and colored stick
Wand or sword, it did not matter; he meant to do battle
Where are you going, lad?
The blonde-haired boy, fierce with commitment glared
I go to fight demons.
Determination, settled upon his face
His outfit, comical, if he weren’t so severe
The blending of Knight, Indian and Navy Seal
The ultimate warrior against his fantastic foe
Where are you going, young man?
The sullen teen, withdrawn from authority, bowed his head
What’s it to ya?
The angry thought. You never keep your promises anyway
His denim armor faded and patched, the uniform of his band of rebels
Fighting for individualism, though ironically the same
The lost guardian against his imaginary antagonist
Where are you going, sir?
The go-getter, rushing towards the next deal
I’m combating Inflation, Communism, Sexism, Darwinism …
Scrambling for purpose; magic briefcase at the ready, shoes pointed and slicked
His suit of fabrics, the best he can afford, to intimidate
All is the enemy, everything a fight; the fear and emptiness grow within
Where are you going, dad?
The tired worker, dead man walking
I have to pay the bills,
he drones, shuffling towards the grind
Housecoat over shirt and tie, work boots, safety glasses, a pencil behind his ear
Water in his mouth and nose, always present, constantly threatening
To overwhelm, take his spirit, his fight, drown him in a sea of self-indulgence
Where are you going, old man?
Frightened and lonely, nowhere to go, unwanted
I still want to fight!—they laugh behind my back, think I don’t notice
His knuckles wrapped, white, around his imaginary weapon
A carefully selected cane, filled with memories and wisdom
If they only knew
MJR
Pennies On Your Eyes
I still picture your face, as if you were with me
Comforting my tears, only yesterday it seems
Your hand caressing my cheek; you love me
I can see it in your eyes, Mother—Son
The only way one lost soul can love another
Without love of themselves, respect of self
Your smell fills my senses, threatens to overwhelm
Chanel # 5, floating upon the breeze of a clear day
A good day, your laughter rings, like church bells
Having forsaken you; their hypocrisy stings me to this day
False promises, prejudice against troubled souls
A gentleman’s club; you can come in, but you must fit the jacket
I wish for one last conversation, now, or soon, as an adult
Your eyes twinkling as the sun reflects, beauty upon beauty
What would you say to me, your son? I have made so many mistakes
Been so human in my travels, so base in my wants and addictions
Though I didn’t stay, I didn’t burrow or settle, always pushing myself
Out of the nest, on to the next challenge, journey, addiction, relation
Career, hobby, course, class, book, discomfort…
Always on a bed of needles, to become stronger, overcome
Tax myself, on my way to a better man, a learned man
A disciplined man, a leader of men, self-sufficient—with integrity
Honest—with myself, uncaring of what others think or believe
That is not truth, only you know the truth, the real word
Left unspoken, written on the bathroom mirror
Lest, not you forget who you truly are, when you stop fooling
The others, that you try to impress, to be accepted
That you not stand out, but fit in, for the first time
With your too-short pants, peculiar bike and haircut
So individual, like all the rest, though always outside looking in
Did I do enough, Mom, if I never go back
If I stay the course, fight the beasts one-by-one
Stay true to myself, the gifts I was given; so much expected
No one understands, never have, never will
The lonely path to freedom; will it be enough
To see you smile, to make you proud—when at last we meet
MJR
Sorrow
The dimly lit street in the rundown, mostly abandoned neighborhood had been a hotspot over the years for harvesting souls. Most of the people and all of the cops had left this ugly scar on the city for greener, more productive pastures, long ago.
The hit-and-run, unremarkable in every way, caught his attention for some unknown reason. It was