If it wasn't for pain we'd never know pleasure
If it wasn't for separation we wouldn't appreciate time together
If it wasn't for deception we would not value the truth
If it wasn't for misery happiness would mean nothing to you
If it wasn't for misery,we wouldn't appreciate joy
If it wasn't for hatred love would never be a choice
If it wasn't for differences how could you ever be admired
So ask yourself is perfection what you truly desired
Maybe one day, everyone will walk on water
Or turn water into wine
Heal the sick. Turn back time
Live in a world without war or fear
Maybe one day, everyone will turn the other cheek
Or wear each other's sandals, year after year
Love one another. Help the weak
Be the light in candles
Maybe one day, everyone will know peace of mind
Or make origami of the sublime
All skins are kin, everyone wins!
Can I hear an "Amen"? Or at the very least
Can we all just try to get along
And maybe be friends?
Maybe one day, everyone will feel the holy spirit
Or fill in the holes in the fabric of time
Take a quantum leap of faith
There's nothing better than the Kind
The One who saves us from all the lying
A wild eyed host shrieked, “Buy this pill!”
With a grin that said I no longer feel chill
Then the side effects roared
The host’s words cut like a sword
“Diarrhea so violent it may run up hill!”
Mirror Effects
The mirror is a Divine Awakening .
One's Doctrines
One's Scars
One's Tenancity
A reflection of the truth cannot be
Spoken; It can only be acknowledged
By one's heart that is ready to see.
Maybe the superstitions were justifiable.
Did I stare too long? And it finally stared
back.
Healing isn't when spasms stops. It's
When the imagation does.
The dark doesn't judge us.
It showcases both sides are the
Sameself.
Everyday is a new chapter to rise, True
Beauty has existence.
Deeper in a gentle thought, In a
Forgiving heart.
In order that choose kindness over
Pride.
Domino Effects
Life is incessant with volumes of
Lessons for growth to acquire.
Linked sequences of events.
Domino Effects
Habits, people, places, patterns
Receive causes of Domino Effects.
Cycles of flattering lips, Superficial
Judgements about others.
Standing firm when others are in
doubt.
Domino Effects
Choices nothing happens by accident.
There must be a cause. Domino Effects
Separation isn't always flawed its
Evolution.
A level of progress of the aftermath.
Domino Effects
Each house's age'd lineaments
For grand old styles impress
Nodded of whom, if not bowed to
Lured back as twere, Time through.
Each, feeling, passed of us by is
Whilst more composed, walking
Re-dignified. Keeps not in step
With this era's blunt pep!
* suburb in melbourne
Futzing with an American flag hat
There’s a story
A history
He doesn’t want to share
Yet he’s proud
He wipes his chin
And sighs
His body is hobbled
With years of injuries
And drinking
His wife’s voice is shaky
She’s been taking care of him
And it’s tiresome
It’s constant
Their conversation is minimal
Small talk
Like strangers
Doctors appointments
Drug stores
It’s a hamster wheel
In his early days he was a man of steel
Now its just a callous of how he feels
Copy paper of his life was once bare
Now filled with regrets he can’t bare
Ichi Katauta: “First Value: Love of Closure”
harlequin stage, left
vibrance peels a tapestry
the wilted absolved its grounds
Ni Katauta: “Second Value: Love of Survival”
squirrels store the scavenged
empty nests v-shapes southward
healthy surrenders the weak
Sedokada: “Sixth Evaluation: Love of Perpetuity"
bunnies graced the moles
foxes leap at the snowbound
bears, closeted in caverns
finesse touch canvassed
barren wastelands abiding
instants of sunlight’s promise
Hegseth’s hateful inked tattoos stink
Women all know he's rinky-dink
As his antidote
He’ll rescind girl’s vote
But undressed now Peter does shrink
Last night a powerful force
was juggled between ocean-going butterflies.
A little ripple in Bermuda
blew its lid in Indonesia.
People died and survived to be recalled
by the living in the morning.
Dreaming hands built beer-caves
for their foamy drools,
fingers raised hedge funds.
Ripples sex-blitzed
elderly spinsters with an erotica,
that made their eyelids flutter.
Personally speaking,
somewhere before dawn
I became a Russian novel,
there was snow, there was a steam-train,
Cossacks arrived, blood was spilled,
the dead fell asleep in my bed.
The doc prescribed a medicine
To make my bones grow strong.
It seems they’ve lost some density
As life has rolled along.
I’ve had the pills for quite a while
But haven’t taken one,
For I’m afraid soon after,
Side effects will have begun.
I read what all the experts say
From clinics quite well-known –
The Mayo and the Cleveland,
Which report what tests have shown.
I’d be better off without the facts
These places have prepared,
For learning what can happen
Only makes me much more scared.
I’ll try some yoga and will boost
My calcium to still
Any qualms about my bones –
That seems much better than a pill.
An excerpt from my new short story:
After Adolf received Alois' final inheritance in 1913, he moved to Munich, Germany. During his Vienna years living in squalor, Adolf was keenly interested in the makeup of Vienna's multicultural society. Those living in the upper class were a mixture of cultures. Mostly made up of Jews. However, at that time, negativity stemmed from all the races. During his last years in Vienna, now as a young adult, the dark lord remained diligent. Adolf had a circle of friends who were Anti- Semitics.
National Socialist German Workers Party, better known as the Nazi Party. The dark lord's student has advanced himself towards a teacher's status. He is still on the ropes but is ripening from green. He has exceptionally distinguished himself as a notoriety. His prospectus holds assurances. Hope builds a future as evil takes the lead and lays down the foundation.
Rippling water brings calming effects
The oceans calming effects allow me to see my life in a different perspective
My hands used to be able to hold dishes, gently.
But now, the dishes wink at me and shatter.
Tremors are starting.
I knew it.
I’m not scared or angry.
I grab a pen.
Writing before it overtakes me.
Roaring sounds.
Whirling sounds.
It’s all within.
So I write about that.
The floor tugs and pulls.
I’m on the second floor.
I can’t let it happen, yet.
I write “the end.”
Then I let it happen.
Smiling like a cracked plate that knows its fate.
Shaking, and it’s my hands.
Paper tumbles from my hands.
But never crumples or folds.
Tremors.
My poem ends and the tremors continue.
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