The heat has gone the sun slowed down
And its rays went out of town,
It just left us in the cold
In our shivers growing mould,
Need replacement for the heat
Back again that feeling sweet,
To feel the heat right on the cheek
So much good for the physique,
A replacement I must find
One that’s sweet a one that’s kind,
Perhaps an image does the trick
And watch your wares with every click,
That would surely warm my heart
As it was right from the start,
Cause when I first laid eyes on you
Felt all the veins burning right through.
Days long gone
1950’s, 1960’s, 1970’s when this one was a wondering minstrel,
playing his instrument, singing his songs to the holy of holies
whenever the congregations flocked to the altar and prayed,
for connection, for love, prayed to be pleasured and held.
This wondering minstrel was not a savior, just a player
who was only capable of entertaining, not answering prayers.
These days
This wondering minstrel’s instrument is unable to produce
seeds of sound, songs no longer reverberate in the churches,
the churches of the holy of holies as they crumble, turn to dust.
This wondering minstrel, unable to carry a tune, play a note
sadly takes to the podium, faces the ghosts from the past
with a realization that the churches of the holy of holies
were more than a vessel to carry other than desires satisfied.
All these beautiful vessels being of deeper essence than perceived
by this wondering minstrel’s orchestra, producing shallow symphonies.
B. J. “A ” 2
October 4th, 2026,
A young lady delivering groceries to my house
notice five tiny green eye black kittens sitting
in the driveway staring at her across the street
from me. She told her friend a lady who worked
at a Animal Humane society and they asked people
if they could rescue cats, only black ones could go.
They got the mother cat and 5 little kittens but two gray tabbies
stayed. They will ensure health and find new homes for them.
And so....
Bird Killer Gone
She's gone! She's gone!
fill the tree tops with song
That green eye black devil cat
into a trap and now she's packed
Brother and sister doves rejoice
they got her and kittens rejoice
So many doves she did kill
murder us for her kittens meal
Flap your wings fly and sing
in peace we eat the seeds they bring
Mourning coos we can now cease
for those cats in cars back seat, no release
She's gone! She's gone!
trapped in a cage where she belongs
they drove her and kittens away
now we feast in peace all our days.
My bestie friend has gone away
taken away that faithful day
I can't believe you are really gone
why you go and left me alone
I guess it was time according to God
I cannot shake this oh my God
I just saw you not that long ago
that faithful day you were alone
I feel so lost I dont believe it
I cant even go to see your mother
if I do I know I will cry
I dont want her to see the redness in my eyes
Its been two years I still feel sorrow
Im so lost and wish I could borrow
the strength of someone stronger then me
As I write this I still hope you will remember me
Until that day I will see you around
push the last of the dirt from the ground
one last breathe
one last tear
I miss you my friend
especially when Im still here
yesterday's
too far away
and i'm gone
tomorrow
you're sleeping
all alone
hold to the music in our hearts
because sometimes
there is nothing else left to
I stand back and watch the river
It's flowing so fast
It's been like this day and night
With no end in sight
I already lost my home
And know I have so many doubts
I lost my dog
And right now my mind is in a fog
I lost my only transportation
Now I see my car going down the river to a new location
I lost my beautiful wife
My future is not so bright
I lost so much all at once
And I know to get back on my feet it will take months
I don't care anymore my life was very good
I thought my house would have withstood it all
I have nothing left
I'm so stress
The only thing left is my gun
And I'm not going to run
My life is completely done
You can definitely not write for too long.
Words are weaving around a stand still.
That stands still like a sidewalk crack.
They burrow.
Road smudges.
The other universe doesn’t go away.
It just gets sealed in pipes.
And we hear the pipes creak.
You can definitely not write for too long.
What’s worst is that you don’t forget how to write.
But when you grab a pen or pencil?
You feel the temperature creaking.
Words get torn down.
An empty wasp nest of a head.
THE ALMOST
Your eyes spoke more before you said a word,
your smile shone bright before your name was known.
I remember those eyes that looked with love,
I remember those moments more than my own.
Every moment, every word
had light, love, and shyness,
till both of us came to know
our hearts were meant to beat together.
We learnt each other's laughter,
those dreams filled with you,
those momentary pleasures of love
that fluttered my heart like a dove.
I noted everything down,
in the back of my mind,
wishing someday
you would become mine.
I thought you would stay till the end,
but I don't know what made your heart bend.
For everything that ever happened
filled my heart with the almost.
And the only thing I did
was break into pieces.
But wasn't it too late to realise
that the thing was my unwavering trust?
I still remember those moments, but now,
those eyes turned away from me without a word.
Your smile faded,
as your lips no longer shaped my name.
Your eyes spoke less
before you left me unheard.
~solace ash
Mexican worker traveling home
Mexican worker was not traveling alone
Lived here for a decade, twice
driving, he skidded on some Ice
Mexican worker and his son are now gone
How will my absence affect those I hold dear?
Leaving my children too soon is my biggest fear.
How will they navigate this world and thrive?
As their father, forever is how long I wish to survive.
I often wonder when I go to sleep for the last time,
what will be said of this life of mine.
Will it be kind words and a stirring eulogy?
Well, that’s for the ears of the living and of no use to me!
I’m sure there’ll be those with empty words
amounting to useless chatter.
Of course, I won’t hear them,
so that’s of little matter.
Some hearts might ache and yearn for my essence.
Still, no number of tears will bring back my presence.
When the casket is closed and dirt is thrown,
exactly how long before loved ones move on?
Should that even be a thought
if technically I’m gone?
I guess in death the only choice
is to leave matters of the living alone.
Gone but not forgotten
The people that died
Of Aids
Gone but not forgotten
The homeless
That have died of frostbite
Gone but not forgotten
The whales that the poachers
Poached
Gone but not forgotten
The soldiers that had
Died in the war over seas
If i had an enemy
It would be right inside me
My evil twin doing things
With the chaos that it brings
Making me do acts of shame
I am getting all the blame
From its nature bad and violent
Coming out not staying silent
As I try to keep it in
But I lose and never win
On the days it wants to play
It won't listen as I say
Dont put me in jeopardy
Go away and let me be
The sweet kind girl that I am
But it takes my words and slams
Them into pieces with a roar
Of laughter. That is it no more
Miss nice girl is on attack
To get this evil off my back
No matter what I have to do
The bad side of me is through
I dont want this enemy
Having fun controlling me
It won't be long before I find
The old me inside my mind
My SOS calls hit icebergs,
hopeful messages go unheard;
they chip away and erode time,
defeathering an already flightless bird.
Signals bounce and echo,
rebound and lose their meaning;
an elevator without cable or buttons,
a premiere that lacks a screening.
My ones and zeros add to a minus,
I don’t adapt, cannot charge, have no port;
thumbs doomscroll past my expression,
a post office bereft of letters to sort.
A broken antenna might collect waves unique,
hear words spoken unusual and phrases bold;
my crumpled spine picks up no frequency,
a landfill for a bed, electric dreams untold.
Yesterday is now gone
Out of my mind
I still believed in yesterday
Yesterday I had an easy life
And I had my dreams filled
With tears
Yesterday I was emotional
Today is not such a good day
The sky is grey
And it is foggy out there
It makes harder for drivers
To see
I am glad I don't have to
Drive
Anywhere today
Because it is boxing day
I am glad to stay home
I have a little life to live
That I am living every day
That my Father gave to me
A long time a go
My Father created me
With his holy hands
Also my Father gave me today
Some new clothes to wear
That he bought at the second hand store
I Iove second hand clothes
They are my style of clothes
I am not rich in money
Who cares
I have very little money to live
My friends care about me
I am glad they do
Also they are poor like me
We are very religious
Thanks god
And we are always praying
To God
Every night before going to
Bed
For a few hours
Now is time for all of us to
Go to sleep
Because now is getting very late
Tomorrow will be another day
I will go back to work for my god
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