Monday, April 29, 2019

Principio a ...

Empecemos desde el principio 
Cuando ella descubrió todo el control que querían ejercer hace a ella 
En su contra y sin su permiso 

Ella que solo cree en la luz  del sol que alumbra el día 
Y la luz de la luna que ilumina la noche 
Entendió que en la falsedad de la vida 
Se cruzó con personas que estaban en contra de sus creencias 
Personas en las que no había posibilidad de aceptación ni de tolerancia 

Extraño y triste porque en algún momento pensó que eran buenas 
Que creían tanto en sus triunfos como ella
Que sentían sus faltas igual 

Pero al ser algo completamente distinto 
Se sintió rodeada y amenazada como si estuviera entre la espada y la pared
No sabía que hacer 
No sabía a donde huir 

Pero entre sus llantos y miedo encontró el coraje que tenía guardado 
Su arma secreta que la llenó de fuerzas cuando mas las necesitaba 

Y con toda sus fuerzas se paró y los miró fijamente a los ojos 
Con sus lagrimas ya secas y fuerzas revolviendo 
Les dijo, no es que los odié, al contrario–es que no los quiero 

Y con esa misma fuerza y todo el coraje que tenía por dentro
Tomó en sus manos el coco, el mismo en el que ellos creían tanto 
De su mano derecha lo pasó a la izquierda alzando lo 
Para luego estrallarlo en piso con todo su trabajo 

Se habrió en 4 partes 
En 3 por cada década de mentiras que ellos le daban 
Así como si fuera un alimento necesario 
Y la cuarte por la nueva etapa que iba comenzar 

Y así como fluía la leche del coco por el piso
Avanzaban sus pasos sin mirar atrás 
Con una luz interna 
Reflejando el sol, la luna y ahora las estrellas 
Obras del Gran Maestro 
Su primer amor…


Bionica 

Friday, April 26, 2019

Parents in the Muck

Let’s be honest, some people were just never supposed to be parents 
It’s quite unfortunate that any knowledge of possible birth control just 
Slipped their minds when it counted most 
Or perhaps they could have been open to the option of adoption 
In hopes to give their offspring a better life, but it just didn’t happen for some 

Instead, some kids grew up with parents so toxic the muck just seemed to get 
thicker and thicker with time 
Every thought they had, every word they said and every thing they did 
Just seemed to be much worse than the last 

Who would have thought that these supposedly adult and or educated parents 
Would have turned out so rotten 
Yup like the yucky tomato that gets forgotten in the fridge 
And grows mold that starts to contaminate the other veggies or fruit as it starts to 
Shrivel up in the cold dark air 
Almost as if to say well ‘If I’m bad, you’re going to be worse’ followed by a sad attempt 
At an evil laugh that just becomes a sad cough because the grossness has taken over 

Never in a million years will I be able to comprehend why parents think it’s ok do things like 
Beat your adolescent child that disagrees with you, instead of using words like a normal mature adult
And the kid doesn’t even have to be an adolescent, that can of whoop a$$ just isn’t going to work 
Because you are missing the bigger picture of communicating why certain things are wrong and 
What is actually write 

If your daughter wants to wear something different than that of your preference, it’s called being an 
Individual with a personality and I do believe that it’s one of the healthiest thing in the world to make 
Proper choices based on what a single person feels to be right for them (of course this is so as long as we aren’t hurting anyone or ourselves)
It’s acceptance that a parent should have because when you have a child, this person is not meant to 
Be your mini me
If not, it would be a Stepford World and that would just be AWFUL!!!!

If your kids like things that you may not feel right for a boy or a girl, get over it 
The year is 2019 and since the dawn of time love has been love and the sexes don’t even matter 
Unless you’re trying to maybe give birth, then you will for sure have to have the ovaries, if not 
Who cares what you do or with whom 
Just let them be who they are and give them love 

If you’re a parent, a certain degree of maturity should really follow 
No need to have screaming matches with anyone or be condescending 
Don’t act like a hormonal teenager that stomps around when things aren’t going their way 
Take a step back and actually look at the picture
Is it really that serious? You’re a parent, not a dictator

Difference is what makes the world go round 
It’s ok if your child doesn’t like what you like
This just means that you should probably get yourself your own friends that are into the same things as you 
It’s a thing, it’s normal 

And then there are those parents who are bothered by every little action or lack there of that a person does and they get super peeved as if something disgusted landed on the tip of their nose and is 
Making it’s way up the nostril 
Get over it! It’s not that serious 
Focus on yourself because the kid can’t go back into the placenta for you to feed it and breathe for the child too 

If you aren’t going to be supportive, don’t be a negative pole either, there is plenty of that to be encountered outside 
Just keep quiet and move it along 
This relationship isn’t based on a court case where the lawyer is coming down on a witness for their client 

The worst thing is that many of these parents are way past 50 and will never think that there is anything wrong with them 
Now I understand why so many people just shy away from their family 
If it’s not necessary (and it’s really not) to be around these grimy people, well stay away 
Don’t let their dirt ruin your polish 

In the long run, you may be very happy with your decision to put your happiness first 
So that you can put more good out there and hope that the discord of your parents will stay at bay 


-Bionica 

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Gentleman

As she walked by him she couldn’t help but smile at his son 
An adorable little person, impressionable and carefree 
Then she heard his comment 
Something about her becoming his stepmother 

And then, she understood
This is is why so many men are single 
They just don’t know how to act 
They just don’t know how to talk to women 

It’s almost as if guys nowadays enjoy complaining 
About not being able to find a nice girl 
Because let’s be honest 
What kind of girl do you expect to find 
When you can’t even talk to her nicely 

Good looks can only go so far 
It’s about buenos modales–good manners 
That so many seem to lack these days 

Like those guys that just say hello in an authoritative way 
Because they want to make sure that you catch their drift 
As if there were any doubts 

But will they ever understand?
That the age old adage is true 
It pays to be nice 
Geez louise gentlemen 

Can we please be clear that it’s all in the schmoozing
Harry and Sally almost didn’t work out 
Because when they first met there was too much going on 
Too much arguing and not enough lovin’ 

So try to understand 
This is why she turns her head and keeps going 
-Bionica

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

The Storm

Her moods changed with the weather 
Or perhaps they changed with the weatherman’s thoughts 
Yes, that definitely seems to be more accurate 

Think of a cloud that’s upset–no think of the sky 
That is hurt by the things it sees 
How sometimes people do things that are unkind 
How sometimes people do things that are hurtful to the earth 

And so the sky gets really upset 
Really angry and decides it’s going to turn things upside down 
Yup, the tides are rising, the storms a comin’ 
Hail hitting the pavement the way the baseballs hit the bat and then the ground 
HARD!!!

That’s how she got when she got angry 
For any little thing
Just as the sky might get angry and take it out on everyone 
Even the farmers that were trying to rebuild the forests 
Trying to give new life to the trees 

Everyone got it regardless of reason 
No one could understand why 
So it was a thing 
And as with many things, others learned to deal 

How do you deal with the storm?
You find shelter until it passed
That’s how it was with her 
Sometimes you would have to stay away for more than a day 

Sadly, it seemed like the storms were more frequent 
The patience (if there ever was any) was less
Like the contractions of a mother that is about to give birth 
It took less and less to make her storm 

It wasn’t right
It just got worse 

The time was coming
To leave the storm and find the sunshine…

-Bionica