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My Poem ‘Jinx’

There are some things
that you just shouldn’t say;
there are some things
that you should just keep to yourself;
there are some wishes that should just stay
thoughts in your head,
and they should stay that way;
there are some things and some dreams and wishes
that you should just never tell.

If you see something you should share it,
if you feel something by all means you should express it-
but words and speech are very powerful things,
and if you do not think before you speak
what you wanted to last and what you always count on
being there might not be there anymore when you look again,
because saying what you said, for whatever reason,
might have accidentally, but always necessarily, and fatefully,
jinxed it.

Sometimes you can think of someone,
someone you haven’t thought about for ages,
and then suddenly and randomly out of nowhere, seemingly,
you see them right in front of you, and all the time;
sometimes you may not want to see a particular person
and they will constantly pop up into view on your timeline.

The world is complicated and fascinating,
and there is always more going on than we can ever know.
The lives of strangers tangle together every second
as we make our way according to the direction
and plan of a universal map and nexus of what
we all need to do and where we all need to go.

Superstitions are not a science of the sort that we know,
but the significance and meaning is tangible and ever-present;
superstitions are not just sayings or ‘old wives tales’ to me,
superstitions are proof of the omni-present,
superstitions are hieroglyphics of language and thought
that cannot so easily be swept-aside or dismissed out of hand,
superstitions are myths and legends that ring true
for a reason- like the promise of an undiscovered country,
or the enduring story and allure of a lost island,
or a far away land.

Be careful what you wish for,
because someone is always listening;
be careful what you say,
because some times the reply that you get back
could be very surprising;
be careful what you do,
because things that you thought were burned and buried
have a way of rising from the flames like a Phoenix;
be careful to think clearly about what you want
and why you want it, and if it means a lot to you
keep you secret to yourself for as long as you can,
because the last thing you want to do is jinx it.

My Poem ‘Phoenix in the Dark’

Constantly orbiting and always silently traversing
the gravity family of our solar system
the centaurs of the sky are on a journey;
seeds of life and change that have existed unchanged and undisturbed
since the beginning of coalescence in this part of the galaxy-
bringers of awe and inspiration;
but also the omen of chaos, the instigators of fury.

These Trojans of the night race through the planet-scape of our solar system-
checked, but largely unabated;
until the touch of the Sun-
Earths life-giving, sustaining, always present parent-
brings back to light the icy wake of this space traveller;
something it has long awaited.

Everyone on Earth is like the sun, the planets,
the asteroids, and the comets, of their own solar system:
constantly orbiting, affecting, radiating,
and turning on the tilt of their own axis’,
largely unaware that they are part of a greater,
more far-reaching, web of possibility
that has no knowledge, but a promise of what it could become.

Just like a comet, in life, people orbit, interact,
but often pass-by each other silently,
without any deviation to their path, or arc;
however, everyday, just like a comet,
they pass too-closely to another with greater gravity,
energy, and luminescence,
and from then-on they are in their orbit,
and are able to shine and share who they are at their core-
a phoenix in the dark.

Promise