I was a child, peering down,
down into my soul’s abyss,
a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea.
She was also a child, my loveless alter ego
a glass jar not even half full.
Our love was too vacuous to harbor affection or hope.
My alter ego, Lissa Marie.
She was a child, peering upward, upward,
delving more deeply into my spirit’s stunted reach.
The proverbial babe in the woods was she,
harboring the dour rude awakenings
of the great prophets and sages.
She stirred in me all that is sacred,
and inspired and true.
Yet her flame diminished
into smoldering embers—no Phoenix rising.
She departed as she entered, a demure lady.
She came to me as lady light,
departed as lady death.
I shall retain my love for her, my
alter ego, 'til my last breath
Our souls entwined
Yet the angels show their jealously
So divine was she, coequal.
Her essence upon me,
love worn weary,
I’ve become one
with Lissa Marie.
The time I lived is gone ....
the lost time has passed ...
the present time I donate ...
Time to count all the grains of sand ...
Huge time to fit all times ...
Myriad time coequal to the universe...
I Wish that other time ... indefinite time !
Bolivia
in Bolivia, the socialist won
the election, after the American inspired coup
against Evo Morales who had to flee his country
now he can come home again.
The world is turning to socialism to equality
before the conservative dictatorship like the one
the USA suffers under.
In our pandemic times, people see that salvation
is under a coequal society.
Whoever takes charge in the USA it will take longer
the people have been so long under the “freedom whip.”
it will take time for them to see that capitalism is for the few and does benefit the many.
The BLM might be the beginning of a change although,
I have my doubt.
But we must not underestimate the power of the monied class; they have the backing of the military and police
we might see a revolution that will be bloody
the big corporation and Wall Street will not cede power unless they are defeated.
He and I,
Are one in the same,
His spirit coequal in essence,
Like two crooked branches,
Of the same tree,
Our core being the same...twisted, yet pleasant
Our core being the same,
Like the being is one,
We parallel like the splitting of souls,
The way he mirrors my action,
With uncanny reaction,
As though he is the half to my whole
Belligerent he is,
When the tide is strong
His patience a thing of the past,
He dies for release,
Bares bottled, occult emotion,
Then recoils iridescent and rash,
If only he knew that I’m here for life,
We are one,
I am his, he is mine,
I’ll hold his hand,
‘till the very end,
For evanescent is our time
THERE ARE NO BLACK OR WHITE PEOPLE
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I ask why does the human race have to live in denial?
we are but one species ere colour, country, or creed.
no one has ever seen a white or black man, indeed,
parts of the world decided colour, alluding to survival.
time was when we covered up, nowt to do with being nude.
weather, climate all played a part in what we wore,
for protection, keeping warm, or cool, nothing more.
twas religion that decided being naked was so called rude.
in what else did the humans err, ask any aboriginal people.
all the horrors they were forced to endure, their lands stolen.
still in this the 21st century some are forced to be beholden!
for what, I despair; how many centuries before were all coequal?
how remiss, I digressed, coloured skin is where I was at
taking the first stanza into consideration, the world, one nation,
whether brown or pink, are no borders worth some contemplation?
only time black and white matters, is knowing when to bat!
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