On my knees
At the side of the bed
I pray to you while I bow my head
The fighting will stop
No more dead
But nobody answers because it's all in their head
They said give you money
So no one would starve
But hunger doesn't care about the words on a prayer card
You turned me away
Because I won't follow your lead
So now I know better than to get down on my knees
Endearing Parasite
by Frank Daub
Delicious insincerity,
dear friend.
The fear is about an end.
Though in clarity –
regarding lasting –
fasting briefly makes all new –
again.
IN AND OF WHAT WAS, WILL BE AGAIN
(I.E., There’s Nothing New Under The Sun)
In more ways than one,
it has been often said,
“what’s going to happen,
happened once before;
and what happened before,
will surely happen again.”
How thought-provoking.
Is there anything ever new?
Pondering the question,
check out the following flow:
Was not the present POTUS,
once before; and did he not get
kicked out of that office?
And will he not be
kicked out again,
this time too?
Indeed, no matter
how it goes, he will go:-
Just check out the Daily Sun,
and its sojourns: yo-yoing yesterday,
today, and tomorrow; as if to summarize:
“Its happened before, and will again.”
And hey, just check this out:
“Finally, let me say, remember,
we always reap whatever we sow.”
(“There’s nothing new under the sun.”)
WE'LL BE AGAIN
I lie awake
You walk alone
I hear your steps
Though you have gone
A last, Amen
Where all things end
A prayer, the night
Let dark descend
"We'll be again"
"We'll be again"
IN AN OF A ONCE WILTED FLOWER BLOOMING AGAIN
Hey, paper flowers
Don’t grow
And love is not
A fun plaything:-
You tickled my heart,
And I giggled silly tears;
You then reeled me in
As I feasted on your sweet bait;
Then, you left, leaving me like
An old cemetery: full and lifeless:-
Now I ride a roller coaster of emotions
Up and down the tainted rails,
Life all so often travels:-
However, companions of pain and fear,
Are ceasing to be old road dogs,
Without whom I can’t survive;
And you will soon become
A faded keloid, my heart
Once tearfully bore:-
Now blooming
In the healing garden
Of passion, I fragrantly grow;
Waiting to be plucked and watered
In a vase of true and everlasting love:
May my given love, nourish your growth:-
Alone again
I'm Driftin
Like a leaf
on a creek
Riding rapids not
Made for man
I'm blanking out
in the Car
while Drivin
I'm eating pills
To keep me
from
Killng myself
I'm drowing in
Thoughts
I can't swim
to the surface
Before I go
Blue
Sun light
Melts my
Thoughts
To mocha
I'm this moment
im dust
I always imagined love to be a gentle reclamation
Of all the broken pieces
Of every brick and stone
Of every hidden secret
And every skin and bone
A solitary castle, high upon the cliffside
My heart, a fortress
Am I protecting it?
It's seen days of battle, broken all around
Stones scarred and crumbling
I have held these scattered pieces
Waiting for the day
When someone comes to claim them
Rebuild it brick by brick
Back to something beautiful
Ravaged by time now,
The walls have long since crumbled
But thorny vines and spraying roses made it home again
Made a sanctuary
Love, at last.
The company doesn't make them anymore.
It was supposed to be a gas saver.
So, believing it to be a good buy,
I put up the 5000 dollars.
But never again.
It wasn't about the dollars.
It wasn't about the style.
It wasn't about the color.
It wasn't about the size.
It was really about location.
And it really was about me.
But never again.
It could perform well in the flatlands;
But it was a flop in the hilly places.
At first, I was upset with the car.
But later, I was annoyed with myself.
And I learned my lesson on economizing.
I bought several vehicles over the years,
And learned a thing or two about cars.
I don't often say 'Never', but about this,
Never again.
From the minarets the call to prayer resounds
Breaking the peaceful silence of the dawn
In its undulation of fervent fanatical need
And all across the world the daily call spreads
Making non-believers at least tolerant
Of the mysterious words and haunting refrain
Lulled into acceptance as by a snake charmer
Women too now rising up
In the name of liberation
Fervently fanatical in the need
To have it their way,
From conception to abortion and infanticide
To now the freedom to filicide,
Have it their way
A brave new Burger Queen world
Without compromise or sacrifice
For the only job they were born to do.
Meanwhile the minaret keeps up its call
Loudly proclaiming to the faithful
Ignorant and deluded,
And increasingly deserving,
“Make Misogyny Great Again”.
(9/13/26)
This is where I begin, words proclaimed to a with a straight face, over and over again
Every day is the same, every day I promise myself that I will change
Easier said than done
I hate that I am so comfortable in my cage
Ive confused numbness with gratitude and have become a master of complacency
But I do dream, dreaming is easier than doing
At least there is a world I can control
I sometimes slide my hands through the invisible railing and draw a line in the sand
Am I putting my foot down yet?
You never hear me
Never again
Never again will I bend to peer pressure from anyone
I don’t have any need to fit into society
I’m fine exactly as I am
Never again will I change the way I am
Why do I have to impress anyone
I love the person I am
Never again will I succumb to life’s weight
Everyone has gotten through something in life
I’m resilient enough to survive
Never again will I doubt my friends’ belief in me
They have always told me the truth
I have no reason to doubt them
Never again will I let my emotions control me
Negativity will always cloud judgment and mind
I am capable of thinking clearly
Never again will I be hesitant to express my love to people
You never know when it will end
I have to cherish every moment we share
Never again will I put myself down
What is the point of doing that?
I’m whole exactly as I am
But there are empty promises at the moment
I have to be sure to keep all these promises in the end
I will hold myself accountable for all these promises
Leaning on the support of my friends to better myself
I step on the road once again.
The moment I walk,
The music of the past,
The twisted black hole
Swallows me whole,
I step on the road once again.
The moment I walk,
The music of the past,
The twisted black hole
Now spits me back out.
Neither the past nor the present,
I am walking this very moment.
alive once again
When I take my last breath and my life fades away, listen for angels with their harps and the happy tune that they play
You see, death is the beginning and is like opening a door, as the hurt and pain you have suffered will be no more
You will no longer be old or confined to a bed; you will be the younger
You and not a grey hair on your head
In heaven with the angels where you belong, reunited with loved ones you thought were long gone
And when they say death is the end and you are no more, you just have to follow the light through that open door
So don’t be afraid and don’t shed a tear; you will not be alone, and there is nothing to fear
So when your time has come and you are no more, just walk a few steps through the open door
To a place of peace and where there is no pain, a place where you are young and feel alive once again.
Today I am feeling very hurt for myself.
From everyone I only wanted a little love,
And I didn't even get that.
After you came into my life I learned to live again,
And now you yourself have left my life.
You know how much I love you,
Then why did you do this?
I was just a little jealous,
What was so wrong in that
That you said you want space?
I always Loved you without
any conditions just to
receive the love i never get
I never wished bad for your parents,
I thought I would love them like my own,
But look what happened,
My happiness was snatched away.
I have no one to share my pain with,
So I am writing my heart's words in this diary.
Trying
to retrieve
the things
you threw off
the boat
before they
sink
and with them
my legacy
They drift
in the
saturation
of what never
should have
been said
and never
should have
been thought
I
fall into
the dark
water
where our
past
spawns in anger
treading
in desperation
Hoping
for a
last reprieve
still floating
on the
surface
of what
never really was
— and never will be again
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
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