For my friend Marvin here is a grateful song,
Woven from the memory of shared years.
His loyalty was legend his whole life long,
And his humor, like music, could inspire tears.
.
Marvin was one of extraordinary style,
And a woven tapestry of compassion.
He was a steady star all the while,
Who lead with the passion of a champion.
May these words be an ode to a brother,
And to a gentle wind leading me home.
For being a lifelong friend like no other,
May his story be sung for ages to come.
Time may smooth the sharp edge of sorrow,
Yet the echo of his voice lingers in the air.
In every golden sunrise and each tomorrow,
We are reminded of the gift of his care.
Let every heart he touched recall,
The warmth he offered without pride.
Wherever silent blessings rise and fall,
May Marvin’s radiant memory abide.
Madness~
wrought from the
inexplicability of
seeming separation~
and futile searching
for a fulfilling
explanation~
some set of words
rewarded from a
satisfying diligence
yielding at last~
Madness~~
We watch while we cry
as children of Gaza die…
deny genocide
Child of Gaza
thy innocence in ruins…
buried in despair
Gaza’s children
our hearts a hole carved
as babes of Gaza starve
just fatality—unacceptable!
Genocide of Palestinian's
starve the children
bomb their land
while we surf the channels
some shall shrug and look away…
this is not my child is what they say
As if seeping through the paper. Words;
Just seem to disappear.
Yet absent are the memories,
From only minutes, so near..
Thinking that you thought,
as you think about the memory;
A trip to the store or
something you bought.
Quickly forgotten as you stumble mid- sentence;
A place you now reside, comes to light
In bright eyes.
A place soon forgotten, to you and you alone;
While those around you deal with each forgotten
Like another painful death has falling upon.
Yet each one now marked
Unknown....
As memories fade like the scent of cologne;
Thinking that you thought
as you think about the memories
All alone...
As beautiful as it seems, it does not want to fly away and be free, The wind sings a serenade to sway you with glee. Leave the fortress where you have imprisoned your kind, Blinding darkness fills with the echoes of wind rushing through the leaves of what you call the dreamland.
You don't belong in a tower governed by birds who do not dare to speak of freedom.
See the glances of the golden rays, it looks at you with a pitiful gaze. Your shadows mock you for fearing the greatness of height, you hold imaginations of a perfect sanctuary behind a place that cannot hold life. Let the universe pull you into a warm embrace, and see the galaxies underneath your veins. Look at the skies as they shine so bright, soar as high let your feathers leave a trail behind.
Hearts in Heaven Bangladesh's Cry: A Linking Pin Sonnet
The sky held screams—screams torn through burning blue,
Blue smoke descended where small footsteps grew.
Grew bright young dreams in uniforms so white,
White pages turned with innocence and light.
Light left the room when iron wings struck ground,
Ground broke in silence, swallowing every sound.
Sound echoed loud through broken bricks and flame,
Flame touched the walls, but couldn't touch each name.
Name after name, now whispered into prayer—
Prayer rising slowly through shattered, smokey air.
Air still with grief, yet winds of hope will sing—
Sing songs of peace, though tragedy may sting.
Sting not their souls, O Lord, who now shall fly—
Fly safe in You, above the weeping sky.
(c) USA Goodwill Ambassador, Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights reserved, August 4, 2025.
The hospital machine beeps,
My knees weak, the walls are bleak.
I'm bitting my cheek whilst the ward doors creak
I can hear the children shriek, they look weak through a sneak peak.
Explanations are oblique,
These children will be me in a week.
There's critique of technique for hell week;
which is not for the weak.
Streaks of blood, dizzy from drugs
Staring at the paintings of ladybugs
Trying to sleep with ear plugs
I want to smash a mug, the frustration builds inside, stuck in bed
Feeling like led, can't even eat bread, knee held together with thread, throbbing red, Feeling half dead.
I suddenly woke up in bed with dread for next week when I become,
the children who shriek.
Wilderness
Moonlight stretches into the clearing,
intangible ...but offering comfort.
She is dying now, pining to be rescued,
her breathing jagged, her endurance spent;
the bullet had lanced her stomach
therefore prolonging agony.
Behind her lies a zick-zacked trail
of red, splattered death, her own.
She had been born a lone wolf
but now seeks release in moonlight's arms.
A terminal breath, a final flick of death
while her cubs, confused cries, wing the night .
Eventually moonlight drifts;
shadows lie down beside the lone wolf
as hunters scour the ground;
they, like wolves, seek life out of wilderness.
Forget about it
Don’t think about it
It’s not important
Put it out of your mind
Things I have been told
Advice for the lovelorn
The bereaved
The broken hearted
The lonely
Your love has gone away forever
They have left you behind
They have stopped you in your tracks
Well meaning friends
Want you to forget them
Get on with your life
But the hole in your heart
Is too big to fill
With sympathies
They called it progress
But the last time I checked
Progress can't exist without justice
Especially when we still can't breathe even in the afterlife
But we will always scream
No justice, no peace
We can't be silenced
Even if we have to use violence
You see the politicians using our graves
To boost their campaigns
'Forgetting' to mention our names
Then Simultaneously putting the blame
On us to reclaim
The narrative that we brought it on ourselves and say what a shame
All part of their sick and twisted games
Their fake sympathy
Is their way of being absolved from accountability
So they don't have to give an apology
But now they can create an anti black policy
For a country built off of slavery
Can't you see the irony
America claims its a democracy
A place where they claim you get treated equally
But really it's a place full of hypocrisy
Where democracy is for white people only
Why is Old Age so Lonely? Why is it such a bore?
Why because you're getting Old no-one wants you anymore
As a Mother and a Wife you give your very best,
Perhaps it's just because they think you need a rest.
Once children ran riot in your home,
Now you'll be really lucky if they pick up the phone.
Yes we know they have their own Lives and they work everyday,
But we Gave up our lives just to help them on their way.
When we should be enjoying life we're left all alone,
With just our memories if only we had known.
We never thought that We would be so lonely in our lives
Some have lost their Husbands and Some have lost their Wives,
So All you children out there who have parents still alive,
Be greatful for the love and care that they gave you all their lives.
Remember that although you've left them All alone,
They still need love and hugs and it's great to see them come home.
Don't make them feel unwanted go see them once in a while,
Give them something to live for something to make them smile.
One day you'll realise how lonely life can be,
And when the day comes I know you'll think of me.
Love Mum ?? ??
Thank you for the card
Your letters are stunning
The door open just a crack
But we know you don’t look back
A question or a ruse
Ready to leave another bruise
I duck and weave against the air
But again you are not there
So I walk over the words
Try to find something unheard
Until I find our familiar pattern
How did I let that happen
Babes. Raised to outfit an agenda. The element of nature versus nurture. A pitbull is a dog like any other as is a Jew is a human like any other. Babes. Any dog any human, raised to be a weapon will be lethal. Babes. Any dog any human honed like a tool sharpened like a blade loaded like a gun is capable of being wielded. Babes. Breed bans and antisemitism feed ignorance punish innocence and fan the flames of the wielder’s fire. Babes. However destroyed at least the dogs do not have their humanity to lose.
on shredded babies
of pitbulls and zionists ~
monsters made not born
***
She sits next to me
As my mind wonder in the dark
You're like a close member of the family.
Let me hug you like this
As the world is needing love
Making you as my last refuge.
Which words I feel
Makes you important in this life
The harsh or gentle words or just soft touch.
My hands keep smelling
Perfume as I keep your hair in disarray
Brushing it my hand close to me.
I’m nowhere but in my mind.
this year is ending and a lot of things have come to my senses. My love life has been going in a spiral, no one really appreciates my love.
Yet , I yearn and desire to fall deeply in love. I never can win when it comes to relationships because in this society, love isn’t a word.
Lust seems to fit more , it is rather quite sad cause some people are not for such foolish things.
I am the percent of people .. not because people don’t love, the fact i have been bind to receive no love.
My heart has been filled with hatred and anger for years. Yet, within me there is so much love to give.
My eyes burn with seeing the reality of life. Some come and go as natural. Ah , for those who see you to your fullest are the ones you cherish.
I’m watching a new path of life come before me, will i walk on it ? I would hope so to see what is in store.
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