in the night i dream of you
fleeting glimpses, a kiss or two
long the time, youth flies away
in my dreams it still remains
happily wake to memories
that never fade as I sleep
in the night i dream of you
fleeting glimpses, a kiss or two
long the time, youth flies away
in my dreams it still remains
happily wake to memories
that never fade as I sleep
“I’m too old for this bullshit”
At least that’s what I say
While muttering under my breath
Judging the other old broad
Who is simply clinging to dreams
Long since shattered by genes
and drugs
and other people’s opinions…
“I am too old for this bullshit”
I keep telling myself these lies
While I, too, am just as insecure
Aging not as fast as the other bird
But clinging fast to a pipedream
Fostered by hard work
and artifice
and expensive fucking fillers…
“We are both frauds, you and I”
I will say I’m almost 50
while I pop my heart meds
and stare at my smooth face
in the mirror
made deceptively young
while my insides rot away
like everybody else’s…
“We are both frauds, you and I”
Hiding your real birthday
popping your pills
photoshopping your wrinkles
in photos
made deceptively young
while your soul rots away
with your own delusions…
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But the biggest truth this old bitch can spew:
I am still glad I am nothing quite like you
That, too, is fraudulent,
we’re both the same
The only difference
Lies in our pain.
Ode To The Rude
Have a care, I must report
Think hard before you retort
For I am simply not the sort
To hold my tongue in vain
While trying not to analyze
The scads of perfect alibis
How shocking that they all tell lies!
But they always sound the same-
While again I try to reason
Something smells a lot like treason
I think it might be wabbit season
On the maniacally insane
Look to the bedbugs in your bed
Do roll your eyes at THEM instead
Bravado masks the social dread
Can one quiver with disdain?
The moral of this short discourse:
While others may display remorse
What separates an ass from a horse:
Horses don’t scheme & beg for pain…
©2018 JDA
Filipinos, Asians, Fil-Ams, mixed peeps, Asian-American people, people married to Islanders or raised by them or with kids from ‘there’:
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Christine-Marie Liwag Dixon wrote this and it is definitely a testimony to being Filipino and mixed in North America.
I loved this. As a fellow mixed race Filipino-American, I could identify with so much of Liwag Dixon’s writing and poetry. The emotions behind her writings ring true and clear. I am also a person who also has a foot in both worlds, to some extent, and I identified very strongly with her poetry.
She was my co-writer for the screenplay we just did- a brilliant pianist and musical talent, and a prolific novelist, poet, and journalist.
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I knew a girl who went to Boston
Opportunity knocking at her door
Dreams of editors to save her soul
That she’d known once before-
So she planed this glad reunion
And wanted so to be his muse
Said the kids would stay in Europe
With their papa, what the deuce?
I cannot fathom heartless women
Who leave their families in dismay
Chasing dreams of lust and scandal
While motherhood slips fast away
We should let this be a lesson
Hold to ourselves those most dear
Instead of freaking drugs and aging
When abandonment is surely near
The moral of this little story
Jotted down by this kind elf
Is the truth, when you tell them
Je houdt alleen van jezelf
This resonated with me-
From Notes From A Narcissist’s blog
If I could have any wish
I would wish to witness the moon landing
as the first two men took to the lunar surface.
And if I could have a second wish
I would wish that they would then hunt each other
for my amusement and hand in marriage.