it does not matter what your discourse
lost in the marble folds of la pieta
mother holding her son
rises above mere human differences
the sorrow of a mother holding tragedy
mauled as a common animal
the fruit of her womb
it began in the encounter, his road to calvary
her vigil as he passed
watching her son forced to abandon life
the outstretched arms, hands bleeding
the wound in his side, feet anchored with nail
Simeon's sword has come to pass
no matter the discourse herein, a mother's sorrow
she is not alone, a plethora of mothers
know too well this aching heart
as the smoke clears and cannons rest in silence
across the bodies now motionless
we hear a desperate plea
mother, mother, no cry dearer
9/15/26
That night was a long and lonely night
A night to be much remembered
It was the right she said no to me
No to the love and affection I had for her
As i sat down reflecting on that
The words she said to me came to mind
She said "baby am sorry, sweetheart it's all over"
It was a night like never before
It was a night of long knives
I gathered the shred pieces of my heart
And I told myself it may be the end of us
but it was not the end of the world
I better get hold of myself and get moving
With a mended heart there are many possibilities
The night she said no became a watershed in my life
(Written 1st of September 2026)
Malice of mine foes
Is a test 'gainst mine woes
For bloody bitterness,
With a bite of want and envy, may
Slight the sights to see the pitiful end of me
Even yonder beyond the dark and desolate sea
Fore'er beneath the eyes of mine enemies
I fear they may see how e'er much my fears
Rain O'hail and tear at my inner peace
I fear they may pick me apart
Before I can play the part they expect of me
Why do the leaves fall?
Broken and brown they tumble
to the cold, hard ground.
Shakespearean Sonnet
The waves still roll and crash upon the shore,
and trees grow old and tumble to the ground
~ forever means the same just like before,
except that now...it circles all around.
The memories of years are joined as one
and always is a promise never made,
as fate will follow everywhere we run
to mix within the silence it invades.
So fickle is the future as it holds
the secrets of our lives already known;
within the heart of truths that it enfolds
where hidden seeds of absolutes are grown.
But ~ what of waves and trees we've never seen?
Could they still be just always as they've been...
(Mom ~ April 1930 - August 2026)
Death,
Come not in haste!
For You are monstrous Mighty;
For your hand were deep, Long over our innocent hearts!
Death,
All your paths
Shall breed mournings!
Upon man’s endeavors in the sun, Above their presence;
Mission and vision.
Death is a great ocean!
To the ones that fell, to the ones that stood,
to the ones that loved and the ones that could.
To the ones who couldn't get away, and the ones who escaped,
to the women that fought and the ones who were brave.
To the dancer and the dreamer, to the beater and the abuser,
to the viewer and the hater– 'You ing loser'.
To the ones who stopped and the ones who covered, let these words be free,
not bound by any sea. Let them be uncovered.
To the ones who fight, to the ones who lose.
To the ones who fought, and the ones who lost.
To the ones I loved and you loved most...
Miss Soho so
Not mellow
Was boho
Upstairs window
Pants yo-yo
Get lucky
The motto
Rants bellow
Gung ho
Plucky lotto
If in the know
Will bestow
Mucky grotto
For any fellow
Place to go
Get blotto
Neon glow
Carnal show
But do crow
Lost its mojo
Does blow
Miss Soho so
Season of death
Told to fear
Before bitter cold
Making everyone scream
For some warmth
And loving touch
Stay in touch
After the death
With some warmth
And no fear
Morbid many scream
Awaiting the cold
Decide embrace cold
With forceful touch
Hear the scream
Proclaiming the death
Eyes express fear
Needing some warmth
Getting the warmth
Fighting the cold
And the fear
With caring touch
Defeating ugly death
That creates a scream
Why a scream?
All filled warmth
Body shell death
Purple silver cold
Ghosts need touch
Soothe the Fear
Dispense the fear
Memories laughing scream
Everyone seems touch
Words igniting warmth
Melting the cold
Celebrating the death
Conquering fear death
Instead scream warmth
When touch cold
The warp and the weft, repeating the beat
The weave of the ware of the fabric of life
What's looming? What's left? What pattern repeats
In this tapestry seems to be sweetness or strife
Shuttling between them's emotional whiplash
A journey in learning the middle is midrash
Extremes between seams can leave something coarse
The coin of the realm, from barter to bourse
The subtleties woven and worn of whole cloth
Become torn and tattered when the weaver is wroth
Weaving's deceiving if not done in good faith
Leaving a tale more frail than the wraith
But if the tapestry woven is living with care
Not mediocre but choosing what's apt
The tale leaves a pattern not tattered or bare
And a story that's left the reader enrapt
We're sorry we couldn't save you
even though we tried with all our might.
We keep replaying in our minds
what happened that fateful night.
If we could, we would trade our tomorrows
to rewrite it and take your place.
But time is a cruel master
that steals what it can't replay.
So now we're left here alone, sitting in silence,
and the aches we can't hide.
You slipped through our fingers
like sand in a rolling tide.
If love alone could have saved you,
you would still be alive.
But now we have to keep your memories
in our hearts, still full of pride.
So until we meet again, this is never a goodbye
as we leave this period of time with tears in our eyes.
So rest now, our sweet angel, take your place in God's arms.
Our life will never be the same again, but the spirit of your life will forever
Abraham's seed, repent
Be baptised and saved
The Holy Spirit, heaven - sent
Saves the enslaved.
Boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom, IRGC
You brought this on yourself
Now you hide in bunkers
It is what you need
The IRGC caused suffering
Now they're feeling it
F35’s now fill their skies
Another Ayatollah’s been hit
Shoot at the UAE
Say it's not your fault
The World sees clearly
Go and hide in a hole
You funded terror
Now your body has no soul
Funded HAMAS Palestinians
How does it feel to get
What you do to Iranian civilians?
You could have avoided all this
If you wanted to
But empathy
Was never your view
Boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom boom
Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom, IRGC
This is what you get
For all your evil deeds
You could have avoided all this
If you wanted to
But empathy
Was never your view
In the night, the sea was still,
Maggie Province, with iron will,
A mission clear, eyes set on the prize,
But shadows linger, beneath dark skies.
Fire the guns, let the thunder roll,
Echoes of courage, in a brave heart's soul,
But the darkness hides, they’re flanking our way,
Fight till the end, through the storm we’ll sway.
A warship lurking, laying down the mines,
We charged through the waves, as fate entwines,
But a cruiser’s wrath, came rushing in,
No mercy shown, where this battle will begin.
The ocean roars, as we stand our ground,
In the face of doom, our spirits are bound,
With every shot, we’ll make our mark,
But the night grows colder, and the sea turns dark.
Down we go, with the stars as our guide,
Brothers in arms, forever we’ll ride,
In the depths of the ocean, tales will resound,
Of the brave destroyer, that fought all around.
When Mother died, the sky turned grey.
Stepmother wouldn't let me play -
so many bridges crossed.
When I was scared and lost,
Hansel always knew the way.
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