The Underground Garden: Honey Metal

 

Look the world in the eye it has no choice

Look the world in the eye
Heart to mind
Present the choice
To share a voice
Offer receive embolden love

All are a choice

I stole my opportunities
I smiled and ironed my shirt
I never wore a skirt
To distract you
Your excuse

Never liked any like you
So I rob you.

Of your senses
Never leave you guessing

Yeah that’s me at the table.

Fed.

With no need to use my legs.

I’ve broken spines with the look in my eyes.

Dare to try.

You go from looking down at me from behind a ledge
To avoiding my leg as I’m beside your shoulder

At the big folk closer.

Closer I’m colder
I’m a thief seen as just meat.

A lot of needers, wanters and thieves no offerers givers or leads
I’m on your side but not your team
We’re here to make money

I save dreams

You flash
I Western Union.

We’re not the same.

Give the world a piece of mind so you can keep your mind aligned with Dignity.
Murder or show pity

What a tricky World it seems

Attracting beams building hammering with bladed bats
The world presents like that

What’s your presence?
Chitter chat
I’m real present but not like wack
Cut yack

Laughs unify
Witnesses testify
You touch the sky

The world looks up to see your eyes
You’re too far gone rehyponitized
No fear no lies

Honey laced knives resting peacefully aside

By Choice
Presence presented a loving voice
By Choice
Etched calm breath
No noise

All poise

Reflected by the sea.


 
 

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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