You looked straight through me.
Never having felt more transparent
Never having felt more solid.
Your eyes, their radioactive colour,
My favourite colour,
Your sea shines through them,
Cutting through their uranium glass.
Tough, rare, to be cherished and protected.
Those colours, your colours, hold it all.
I see the waves of possibilities
Whispering through them.
You're so close, can't you hear.
Low songs of sirens bouncing off the water.
They're telling you to surrender to it.
why’s a prayer so much more desirable ~ when you haven’t got one
said an easy lay to a preacher ~ who’d begged for a better outcome
By
David Kavanagh
On bowing to the deity,
I hastened to leave the temple.
God said, you seem to be in undue hurry,
I demurred and said, no it’s just my worry
I might ask for something
That you are hesitant to give,
Which might our long-held rapport spoil.
To that He just smiled graciously,
But what he said set me thinking,
And what will stay with me for long.
You seem to come with a prayer and plea,
Why, come sometimes just to meet me,
I’ll see that you’ll not have to ask
Oft wearing an alibi of a mask
Nor will you look like a beggar
You bring yourself nigh down to be.
I was trying truth to distort,
Truth’s often known to us,
But we set it to sail
He only brought it back to port.
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Musings |06.12.2024| God, spiritual
Message box
nothing but solicitations
both parties
He carries a wound that festers with smell,
He fears within it, bad germs might dwell.
Since losing his folks, he’s lost everything;
Each morning, he wonders what life will bring.
Each coin that he grasps, he holds with great care,
For hunger and pain both watch him in fear.
He eats little and soothes his pain with balm,
His survival depends on what's in his palm.
His parents are gone, yet grief roams each day;
He lives through the nights with no place to stay.
Yet kindness seems to have gone on a trip,
Leaving only alms within his firm grip.
Just twelve, yet his dreams have dissolved into dust,
His pockets stay bare, life’s balance unjust.
Despair fills his soul, ignoring his prayers,
Alms can't dry up all his endless tears.
How soon will death call to take him away?
Compassion stands cold, anguish paves his way.
He searches for help, but none can be found,
Somehow, death's fear races all around.
In those whom promote human sacrifice
The ancient world of Atlanta is a rising an unnatural force
clearly cut where we are the slaves bound under natural silence
To avoid conflict hiding secrets in the mountain caves
Standing at the dung heap controlled by worthless breaths
those that nourishes the roots of all evil deeds already done
Nothing good grows inside this space hallowed beings
Firstly where spiritual value is condemned by sin
attacking the very family structure using the upside down script
removing what is right black Plague's the hounds heart
Against the innocent souls judging values two left feet
can never truly see into the heart of their problem
where the life force is threatened by killers and vice
Splaashhh, ,,are you serious?!"
Splaaaashh, ,,Do you know that because of you I don't have any more left?"
Splaaash, ,,the third in a week?!"
Splaashh, ,,what's wrong with you?"
Splaaaaash, ,,Next morning you will bring some bread to school and you will eat in the morning! You will drink normal drink, you will sometimes eat fatty food and choclate and not alternatives!
Do you know how embarassing it was for me when the doctor definetly thought I don't make you food with vitaments?"
Splaaaash,
,,my hands are shaking, sorry"
,,no, I don't need your help anymore, don't wash the dishes. I'll do it by myself"
Some days we go there to beg:
Ten kilometers for each leg.
We aren’t greedy as we beg:
Never asked Givers for egg!
This week we’ll be there to beg,
Our backs to their palm wine keg:
A chance to drink spare not dreg;
It makes one laugh at us: Greg!
Our smartest beggar: Mark Clegg:
For now to it does hopes peg;
Whatever he gets he holds:
The costly with left palm folds…
He knows, though, he’s getting old
And says “I need not be told.”
14,000 bodies
sprawled on the floor
bloody
dead
14,000 families
screaming to the sky
confused
alone
14,000 bullets
laying empty on the ground
dented
stained
14,000 screams
echoing through the air
desperate
scared
How can we let this happen?
How can we look at our children and tell them the world is good?
When there are 14,000 people
Who would tell them otherwise
The map is not the terrain.
Unless we shift, all’s in vain.
Stop begging, go out and do;
let embrace of love renew.
Thinking too much, man’s disease;
love’s not an object to seize.
Once we shift from head to heart,
each moment marks a fresh start.
Mind-body is merely dust.
Each breath intake, is God’s thrust.
We are being breathed by Him
but ego makes soul’s light dim.
27-April-2023
I can hope that bullets won’t fly
I can pray for a better tomorrow
I can laugh at myself when I’m foolish
I can struggle against my imperfections
But I won’t without you in my world.
I might dream of bathing in sunshine
I might struggle against an undertow
I might say yes to the panhandling homeless
Give food to the needy; time to the ill
But I won’t without you in my world.
Mercy decided that we’d be together
Grace unfolded a plan for our lives
Now jackals of anger surround us.
Mercy decided that we’d be together
Grace unfolded a plan for our lives
Now the wolves of worry surround us
I lost my whole family
So I took in a neighbor
I have paid, sold, washed, shopped, cleaned, and done for this neighbor more than anyone in his life has
His own children won't call him,
but I do
His ex wife is dating his old friend
I continue to encourage him
He is lost in the meta verse
One day he'll tell people about me like he tells me about others
All of the good people he Met in life are all memories now
and I reminded him one day you'll explain how you had a beautiful person who BEGGED to be your sister.
Showed you more love than your own kids
but because she is a BLACK WOMAN
she means nothing- you'll never call her your sister
you will never protect her like family.
You will remember her for cursing when she's mad
No matter how much she does you will never protect her from men'
because our men are so scared and weak in character.
I deserve better and will never beg to be anyone's family again.
Bernard has been begging
Bernard has been begging Lord God ‘Please’
For life of buffeting unease
Bernard’s lung’s finest sound an odd where,
He’d been trying all his life to ease:
Lots of menthol that should make him sneeze
And all over again taste sweet breeze…
Bernard has been dispatching his please,
God asking where he might him appease;
During Winter seeming he would freeze
Often no better than frozen cheese;
The countenance of White smeared with Grease
From head to toe captive for release…
Bernard plans not to stop Hoped-On Please
Not when one’s captor is Smiting Disease…
Fever pitch dreaming
finding waves;
in amble forgiveness
touching God's grace,
but never realizing the truth
dragging through life,
always bleeding
from the begging,
empty hands;
grasp for quantity
desperately dull,
seeking lies
instead of lasting peace,
worldly delusion;
blocking my point of view
breaking rightful freedoms,
testing hearts for their grief
miserably misunderstood,
lacking basic knowledge
to give little relief,
I'm fond of the memories
running beneath my skin,
taking on wicked tactics
untill the bitter end.
old dog
begs for treats
nightly
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