The Underground Garden: Off the Map


 

Of course you walk alone on a one way street
You don’t sync think you will sink if you believe in another’s road
Believing you keep yourself afloat solely by not allowing others to think
The turn they sense makes sense
To a combined course
Of course

Parallel not intertwined
Your design
You’ve been walking your road avoiding detours enjoying the tours travelers grant you

From your street

No one has ever really walked into your beat
The one who cracked its foundation fossilized their feet into your pysche

All you can be is a one way street

For your safety

Safety for others is to steer their wheel away from the beginning
Of your direction

You better run, run, run away
Or stay
And learn after much distance
You’ve gotten nowhere since the first day

One way street walkers excellent talkers covert takers twist and separate crossroads
Fakers

Alone on their one way street

Asking for pity and for others to make it clean

It goes north west south and east
And only in the direction chosen by its maker’s feet
What his or her mind sees

They would never
Tap a toe on the road another has paved
It’s not their way
They afraid
The improper balance they’ve managed will be taken away

One way streets are missing the brave

Read the signs

No red lights
All green go
Masters of their stroll
Resistant to rest stops
They may just over pass
Double yellow lines
Only to keep their street dominating the map’s gridlines

Hitchhikers find wet cement
Wheels potholes
Protected property grasped in a bloody hold

One way street with nowhere to go
They I avoid
I can’t enjoy the stroll
If my eye is on the road
To make sure I don’t get off course
And forget I too have a destination that’s gold

2 way streets meet
That’s the point
Intersect with no regret
Always open to the concept
That labor does not cost tears, just sweat

How do you build?

Labor of Love requires no dominance
Victory no fear
One way streets lead to nowhere

Remain Lost. That’s the cost
When you create a world designed for just One.

You’ll never be found
You never seek
Or peak

May the end of your road grant your every need
And the sides of your road have no bodies

Victims of hits and runs

One way street pavers,

You’re Dangerous.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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