it happens when you least expect it
"et tu, brute?" were the last words he uttered
before falling down on his knees
a witness to a horrific scene
where Brutus stood with the crowd of assassin
with his dagger in Caesar's heart
it happens when you least expect it
Caesar's cries echoed through the halls
the hurt was caused by a dearest beloved friend
who promised to stood by and defend the empire
Did Brutus ever shed tears or did he ever stopped his hands?
23 stabs but only one hurt that came from the one who he loved
The expectations of the heart bound the passions in a silent breath, holding within the roots of flowered lungs – the grandiose applause beating against ribcages. It reverberates with aching and longing to be heard. A silent breath holds the hand of a lover yearning to be seen, to be reciprocated. The expectations of the heart wilt without the waters of recognition and the abundance of love, unabated and unrestrained. Flowered lungs sprout daisies – effeuiller la marguerite, a silent breath holds the hand of a lover. The anticipation of the heart swirls the passions into dance like the wild winds carrying petals through their drift – and she loves me.
"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George,
how do I see thee?
Let me count the ways...
Tho' beauty is only skin deep,
and in the eye of the beholder,
or so we have been told,
yours is more, it goes to the bone,
a sore sight for eyes to behold,
now you have acceded to the throne.
As, like diarrhoea, it seems,
it runs in the genes,
and, if POTUS is President of the USA,
would you be he, KOTUK,
King Of The UK?"
'Surely you jest,' quoth he in dour reply.
Tho', not joking nor feeling surly,
"Some things you simply can't deny,
ours not to reason why," said I,
"and please don't call me Shirley!"
I don’t tell you what I think
What drives me mad and to the brink:
Annoying people, noise and trash
And total strangers who are brash
Gold-digging women, joke that’s bad
And lack of money, latest fad
The losing team, increase in tolls
Plan for the country full of holes
Inflation, markets, kids who’re rude
My job is where I’m being screwed
Potholes, education boards
Retirement I’m looking towards
Newspaper nonsense, fish I lost
And life’s increasing daily cost
Gen X, Gen Y, Gen Z et al
And daily traffic brought to crawl
Fake news, my weight and balding spot
Disliked Netflix with stupid plot
It’s Russia, China, Arabs, war
And whining how things were before
About borders, crime and health
The envy of somebody’s wealth
Oh, fancy meals with crazy tags
The marriage path that zigs and zags
The dog that barks and price of bread
And something CNN have said
Racism, politician’s crap
Them modern cars are total scrap
It’s rain, snow, tornado, ice
Long lines for phone with highest price
You don’t need me tell these things
Where Facebook, YouTube, X are kings
May 29, 2025
“Et tu, Brute?”
“Who me? "No! Never! Nay!"
’Tis yon Cassius’ gig.
I didn't wanna any part of it, you dig?
Now, please ~
kindly turn your head ~
the other way."
‘What light through yonder window breaks.’
(Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2)
I see a strange light outside my window~ ET never did make it home
‘Et tu, Brute?‘
(Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1)
hey what are friends for
Although I could count the petals of a flower
the tree of my great faith doesn't cease from sight
like a seed of hope always seems to foster,
the echoing call that wants a praying answer in the night.
As I venture into Summer's golden warmth,
expecting a wanderer to sift through my heart
like an old folk delve into his youth,
and a slight hurry to deepen for comfort.
The splashing river grasps within my soul
as if I would find my inner peace
to let go the pain and its faults
with the sun shining on my face.
Having a desire to transform my life
into a love that is sweet as a nut
as I touched God's hands I felt completely safe
with a flower of pure joy leads me to shout.
As I find myself feeling strong and blessed,
thanking God for yielding me to the tides of strength
like a little sprout had been sowed,
Cum virtus invenit Amor et Fides.
(When Courage finds Love and Faith)
pact fusion hath brewed
welds cauldron spewed spit fiery
sparse talents biformed renowned
oddity affair
ardent youth pose statuesque
fragile innards touch grotesque
bursts end aggression
severs espousal rapport
guilt aspires realist soars
To keep his mind off his father's woes
Hunter became a Trumper
Soon his left foot started drumming
~ It 'mis-heard' he was a ‘Thumper’
RAPHAELISTA
literary
stylized
symbols
highly
elaborated
in
extreme
detail
of wet white
in
bright
colours
CONCEPTUALISTA
impenetrable
fascinations
signified
ever
in transition
of the trivial
visions
validated
with
unnerving
perverse
provocations
subversive
& startling
extremes
generated
to view
inspire
awaken
surprise
of
one mind
into another
Diluted ink blots
splashed
in random
spontaneity
mingles with
in improvised
doodles
of white
writing
soak-stained
sponges
wet colour
in compulsive
spiked
abstractions
of looping
layers
from memory's
drawer
initiatives
to sparkle
as
conception
a convincing
illusion
powerfully
elaborated
a vigorous
scene
initiates
a
complex analysis
so visual
&
appreciated
in a
wondrous manner
humankind
'neath
the
divine
disclosed
the
unique
renaissance
of a pieta piece,
tactile touched
Frescos,
paint bright
fresh as yesterday
the
stupendous
suspended above
in space
multifaceted
&gifted
by God's grace.
a
painted
'dreamlike unreality'
stunning perspective
sublime
& so poetic
so stylistically
diverse
looking down
visionary
of earthly
life
mysterious
in every detail
a lonely genius
mused
by fierce
inspirations
tearing
imaginations asunder
visions
abstracted
delicate
of a willing mind
art
so sublime
prolific
persistent
intense obtuse
picturing
nature's scream
trembling anxiety
expressed of a dream
an hallucinatory
single inflection
to give some meaning
to life
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