When a loved one commits suicide NO ONE wants to talk about it
Not about the person, the pain, the act,
they avoid it like the plague
Just because my son took his own life,
does not mean he was not a special person
HE was a kind, loving, giving human being
Just because he took his own life does not mean
he does not deserve to be remembered-
He does deserve for his name to be spoken
Just because he took his own life, does not
mean that I don't miss him with every fiber of
my being, I do and I wish it could have been different
Just because he took his own life, it does not mean
that I wish the situation were the same as when he was
alive, I do not, he was suffering from extreme illness and
I only want wholeness and peace for him, which I believe
he has achieved. But I will NOT avoid talking about suicide
and trying to DO SOMETHING about it, because it is a
painful terrible thing and it will not be stopped until
people talk about it and DO SOMETHING!
I saw you again today.
On your way to a train stop somewhere on my route home.
Just like how I saw you yesterday, actually.
About two roads down,
you passed by me while I was driving around just to roam.
I saw your face as I sat to eat with my darling partner.
You would love to meet them.
I see you a lot recently, actually,
It's an epidemic the way I see you but never say hey.
But I always found it odd.
How you cut contact with the world and moved down to the same routes I take now.
Your last words to me were something like —
“Im sorry you won’t ever see my face again.”
And sent me a selfie.
A cruel cosmic joke told by the best comedian I knew.
They say when your friend commits suicide, they’ll stay in your life forever.
I always called it stupid,
They won’t be there forever, they died and you never saw them in person.
But I saw you today.
On a bus ride to nowhere.
You turned to look at me and I could almost swear…
You smiled.
Life can feel like an asymptote,
A never ending line with a constant slope
Born of a line oh’ so negative,
Lets go ahead and change that narrative
Exponents may cause a bump somewhere
An integral part of the worldly affair
Up, down, coming from where?
Adding to the adventure, life sure ain’t fair
Domain and range, emerge and constrict
Adding to the conflict, nothing can restrict
Their shackles tighten, defining limits
Allowing through, if only one commits
Life can feel like an asymptote,
Now, an ever changing line with an inconsistent slope
Born of a line oh so negative
What a long way from such a bad narrative.
There are the CODES
Each Defense does have them
Disparate they are
And each does crave to crack them
Internal mechanisms
Of cryptanalysis of this
The military
Don't want peace
Because
The peace delusional
It is
Is ephemeral
Isn't rational
And doesn't solve
SO cuirios I am about how
All system this
Intends
Out of the situation
TO evolve
There was this
Inherent Resolve
And taken out of the context this
The formulation
Of the operation
Had taken us to be considering
The wiss
Of all ID of all the people of the world
This system may aquire whole profile
Of any person who commits
The crime
It's there where church is fraud
For systema of the LAW ENFORCEMENT
And thus the way they in ARMY trod
Due the INCOMPETENCE of ARMY
Celebrates the FRAUD
Wickedness can’t be defined
One can’t define when one commits
Source of the mind
Corruption established
No Mercy nor pity
Evil darkness having a purpose
Destruction in being eliminated
Evil in the eyes
Mad counted on disturbed theory
Explanation having no answers
Aspect to follow
No trace on set course
Deceit in the heart
Evidence of wounds expressed in the antecedents
Hell’s fury in the conquest
Chaos floored
Once upon never
Good having no place
Evil on and Evil out
Beware and watch your back mold.
My oh my—doesn’t it look appealing,
Imagine the flavor, the plan, the prize,
promising promises, ready for savoring,
A cup held high before our eyes.
But pause before you choose to drink,
For it is not quite, what it seems.
What glistens as good, what sounds so right,
May mask a far more dangerous means.
Coup d’état—an act of treason,
No matter who commits the deed,
No matter the banner, cause, or reason,
Truth bent to fit the need.
One of the highest crimes conceived,
Where justice must not be delayed,
When power is seized and laws are breached,
The cost paid by all who stayed.
A nation built on sacred ground,
On principles rooted in God’s Word,
When leaders break the laws they’re sworn,
The wound is deep—the blow is heard.
So let us refuse the coup-laid rhetoric,
The narratives poured to make us numb,
Resist the urge to drink persuasion,
From voices void of truth and love.
For games played on opposing sides
tearing at our common thread;
And if we’re not discerning still,
We’ll drink what’s served—and said.
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2024
For the second time, to foresee everything that love commits
It is hard to see, where wrong and boundary correlate.
So burden would not be love; somber is just hard to translate
Unfortunately, it's hard to designate, that it may never be delicate
The first time, thought love transcends mortality and duration
Giving up is the hardest-- to fulfill the adjudication
I am foretold that love is a sacrificial lamb existence, more on
Moron that i could be the way I am treating the situation
Now it is the fourth time; I never heard of the third.
I skipped it, made of traumas like a herd
Shepherd-- me convincing every pieces, even it is blurred
Though, it is hard to find, my glasses broke, everything scattered
Now, I realized, the pattern is so specific
It looks like mentally challenging;horrific.
That, what I just remembered-- munific
What RIvermaya just performed is honorific
Though even I see that, love eats me out
Every love I fought just made my feet seethe with gout
It is for Rivermaya with no doubt
That narrative of genuine love, still works out
For it is just another dream, that i do not wanted to sleep
Rigid past and cultural anemonies, wow that is so bad
Well, I have met this girl, after I tried to take it all
For myself ever never thought love would be a choice
Something made me swirl, for the emotions to come
For something myself never regret coming from
It was about and never from 2024, nor 25
It is about the present, something I hope would never seen
Where I cried in my pillows, the short message spanned
More weeks? More years? i do not know
I just want her near me - not obsessed for sure
But love is clear, I never wanted her time - presence commits
It may be, so something, that clearly uncommon
That this chances would come, for me to change myself
Upon the misery, the wisdom cannot help
But my heart trembles and I know it is not deaf
Give a chance - a man would wanted, or maybe more years.
Inspired by one witty Nate White, of Britain
I vote him in a year ago
Vainglory man with orange glow
We didn’t have another choice
The country spoke, a single voice
I hate him not, he is the boss
There’s way his power comes across
So much revealed as time goes
For us to find and him disclose
No class, no charm, no wit, but troll
No warmth at all in present role
No wisdom, honor, humor, grace
Insults dispatched when face-to-face
He can be nasty, don’t show soul
He bashes heads to reach one’s goal
Lack of nuance and spite don’t stop
Behaves like bull in china shop
Offensive, crass, with shallow scope
We pray and watch, while harbor hope
For better life and worldly peace
He's mostly driven by caprice
Not man of word, give and withdraw
Commits to Russia win the war
He shakes the world to see what comes
Yet some big plans are yielding crumbs
Ain’t no compassion, noble not
Aims cutting Middle Eastern knot
Amusing? No, this isn’t the case
Who are you, Mr. Orange Face?
August 30, 2025
Another morning drowned in the tar of nightmares,
Where hope commits suicide at the tip of a deceitful syringe.
Demons scream insults, eyes stab like blades,
And smiles are but traps with finely sharpened swords.
Humanity crumbles in the ashes of its own betrayals,
Their outstretched hand hides a blade, their blessing, a curse.
We pray to sterile idols, we sacrifice the soul for a few clicks,
And today’s kings rule on plastic thrones.
They say evil is the exception but I see it reign,
In the streets, in the homes, in the hearts, in the palaces.
I saw kindness strangled beneath the laughter of a cynical world,
I saw innocence stoned, sacrificed for aesthetics.
I believe no more but in my rage, my pain, my memory:
They alone do not betray me, they alone speak truth.
I wander through a desert of shadows, with no guide, no faith, no brother,
A voluntary exile from this planet rotting with war.
If the universe holds a scale, it tips toward decay,
And I, surviving on principle, sink deeper into the crack.
A victim's lament, a silent ordeal, one final truth:
This world is but a circus of demons in search of humanity.
Romance commenced with quiet strolls,
with pleasing smiles, to ball commits.
There’s a tango of scented souls.
Ascent of a fantasy spritz.
Bright pretty skies; her bow is blue.
This coolish day, with yellow rays.
Serenity; a splendid view;
slight freckles and her hair ablaze.
Fresh air frenetically vaults
with sweet talk like a lullaby.
The pitter patter of hearts’ waltz.
Affair tonight - a gown, black tie.
He’s snazzy in black, shiny shoes.
The stars and moon! More so, her blues!
Study from bee
You will see: Mercy and Unity
In a safe bed hole
Mother feeds baby bee
Feed on pretty flowers
After absorbing the pollen
Leave flowers without stains.
Help breed future flowers.
Take home, sweet food,
To produce honey: A nutritional value
Sometimes, somehow,
Man unwillingly commits something,
With a lack of consciousness.
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colorful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colourful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
Israel says Hamas-Gaza commits genocide
murdering innocents while they paraglide
Meanwhile Gazans weep and cry
for thousands of innocents they claim died
I know a Chicagoan who really tried
to understand the rationale of each side
He's concluded it’s mutual suicide
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