My stars came falling

Two nights ago,
Three young men knocked
down my door,
For them the end has come,
They say the stars are
coming down.
Your stars are coming down,
As you tip-toe
And sneak around,
You tear your house to the
ground,
Each fallacy hits a star down.
My stars are coming down,
Leaving tears all over town,
They say to the world
around,
That i have been beat down;
For sorrow never lies.
For a broken hearted soul,
Is the dead tone on my
phone,
The misty road
To which’s end I may never
see.
When the stars began to fall,
I trode daily without hope,
For stars were all I knew,
Gold pieces of joy for us to
use or lose;
But as the stars on my
ceiling come down tonight,
I know now that when stars
shine,
They hide my clear sky.
This represents a defining
moment of my 2011. A
poem encouraged by a
vivacious diva, lol. Find out
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WHOSE TIME?

I know loss. I know death. I know the torment of an un-consulted will.

I don’t really have to think far back to it either. Feels like just the other day. Probably because it was. It was 2011 for me. A year I knew would change my life. But who ever thinks they’ll have a year of pain? A year of remorse? An entire year of repercussions for the years past? A year of loss after loss; followed by loss? FUNNY: I used to joke that 2011 may be my ‘Gutter Year’. Be careful what you wish for. Always knock on wood as my sister would say 

Three weeks back my maternal grandma slipped away. She left all 7 billion of us; just as much as she left the few whose hearts will never be the same without her witty kind of love.

Death happens. We know it at the back of our mind as we try to live forever, like there is no tomorrow, that one day the sand will be on our casket; looking up to the world, giving it our goodbyes, heading to the skies. Or it will be on that of the person we are sitting right beside, we laugh with, we commit to, we cry on their shoulder; he whose words we can’t bear to hear, to whom we truly don’t wish the best, those who killed our dreams without a second thought of compassion and those whose hearts we broke or who broke our own.

Death happens. Always in unexpected detail. It doesn’t indicate time or fashion or emotion. Even with all our science, class, gadgets, social order, religion. A cynical unifying element.

This is pretty debatable but, it is easier to accept death. Death is frequent, no need to quote statistics to know that. Death is universal, ask anyone absolutely anywhere about it. And death is expected. That’s why there’s that suppressed fear that the day is near or even here. In a clearly ironic way, death is comfortable (again highly debatable), cause the rest of the world is going through its inevitability and imperfection too. It makes it okay, though not lovely, to experience death. Loss by death.

When the time has come, not even the obstinacy of the will can stop what is to be. Exactly like death, every experience is inevitable. Believe it! Watching a documentary you stumbled upon that just happens to apply to your current situation, attending a previously declined event that changes your career plans or thoughts on life and love. Every experience as well has this complexly right imperfection. Having a bad hair day or wardrobe mishap the day you finally have your dream encounter with your crush that leaves no choice but to highlight your wonderful personality? Yeah! Every experience that comes to be, was meant to be. Meant to turn out exactly as it results. It’s time has come. It’s time is right.

This blog’s time had come. My weakened wounded will could not stop it. Life has a power so strong that our souls must sometimes just give into its sway. And the beauty that may result from such disaster, now we’ll see. Now we’ll know. May I now begin this journey with this step (feel free to keep up) and reminisce about this moment a thousand miles ahead.

AMEN.

For my beautiful Bonareri, fondly I called you ‘Grandma’ till the very last day, Rest In Peace Love. I pray I have half the spirit you had, for then my dreams are just mine for the taking.