Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight,
Their beauty blazes like sunrise through a screen,
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
From broken dreams, they claim the throne of night,
Their fragile love,both curse and silent mercy,still unseen,
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight.
The shy one heals what cruel men disunite,
Her deep kindness flows where bitterness has been
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
Seducers chase the flash of skin, forget the light,
Of souls that shimmer deeper than the surface sheen-
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight.
She bore his name, his child,the bruising bite,
And smiled through storms jealousy deemed obscene.
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
Yet even strong spirits bear the world's weight,
And fade beneath the hunger of the worldly scene-
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight
When twilight's hush arrives,the lovers slip from sight.
The Intersecting Lanes of Judas Kiss and Street Justice
Sometimes our greatest enemy is not the person we keep at a distance in our life. It is not even the enemy that lives within us. But is found in the hypocrisy of the one that is in our inner circle that wears the guise of a friend. To that disloyal,back stabbing rat whos lips are lace with the poison of Judas. To that one we take by force through calculated action. Either by by feet, or by hair, we drag that one to the lanes of where judas kiss and street justice meet.
She’s awake, though, wide awake, her mind miles away, spinning stories she knows aren’t true, dreams she knows will never come to life. She imagines, with a kind of detached satisfaction, what it would be like to touch someone else. Not him. Never him, but someone else. Maybe the neighbor’s wife, his her golden hair and too-long lashes, always standing by the door, ready to smile, but not really seeing anyone.
She imagines it, the way his hand would feel tangled in the hair of someone else’s husband, someone who’s more than a man, someone shaped by her mind and her desires, someone customized to every inch of fantasy she could dream up. She’d be touching him, in a room far away from here, somewhere in a world where the sheets don’t smell like stale promises, where the blanket doesn’t suffocate.
We had a deal
And I cooperated with zeal;
Thinking it was real.
You gave me no dime,
Yet you stole my precious time;
This I read like a rhyme
Or even if you paid me,
That was little, very little;
I could not with it fill my tea kettle.
I gave you trust and loyalty
But you gave me distrust and disloyalty;
My commitment you rewarded out of inequity.
At heart I held you as myself
But you treated me like your chef
Meats stewed in a greedy pot while you did jeff.
Why then did we have the deal,
When to have everything is your meal,
That I struggle today because of your selfish will?
Disappointed!
I wish to be anointed
To discern deals flouted.
Disloyalty is like a cocktail with a mixture of pretentious entangled with a so called clicks, captured in webs deceptions and full of backbiting oftentimes are illusions of breaking of faith and disloyalty and omissions of one that can’t be loyal when its only delivers to you.
God’s Word is a mirror, strong proof,
a basic, factual tool which can typify mankind.
Archaic illustration from this book…
abduction, untruths, conniving and killing.
Individual, loyal to God for a long span
abruptly drops control, turning corrupt.
King David was that man with a mind for God
How did such disloyalty occur?
First a craving for that which was not his own
having way too much; lust commands sway.
Adultery runs to duplicity
Fornication functions
as assassination’s aid.
Words unmask a king’s guilt, Nathan’s symbolism.
Most important, words also log the king's sorrow -
“My sin is against you, my Lord.”
David is pining for pardon; his ransom awaits.
David owns up to truth;
his body, spirit and soul worn out,
his rapport with God brought back
always mindful of its implications.
July 12, 2020
Brian Strand, Vers Libre
No more disloyal and
unfaithful,
If call allegedly is
painful,
For what thee
supposed,
And finally, thee
opposed,
No more regretful
and remorseful,
If called rebel and
untruthful,
For what thee
blamed,
And finally, thee
lose famed,
No more curse and
deceitful,
If called liar and
unfaithful,
For what thee
craved,
And finally thee
paved,
No more betrayal and
guileful,
If called
untrustworthy and
slickful,
For what thee not
deserve,
And finally thee not
preserve,
No abuse, greater
than disloyalty,
If call allegedly is
criminality.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
My suitcase lies on empty bed
With travel on my mind . . .
I pack then fly within my head
As I leave your ghost behind.
Someday it won't be just a dream
Carving out a new life will be real.
I sacrifice, you say I scheme,
Misunderstood is how I feel.
With crumbling vows you cheat on me.
My saddest eyes with tears do fill.
To leave, my avenue must be;
The contrast is I love you still.
to be brave is to be
unafraid of, undaunted
by fear;
to be strong is to be
strengthened
by weakness;
and, to be true is to be
always disloyal
to falsehood.
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