There is someone I often have contact with
who is very harsh to me and often unkind
I am walking wounded right now, with
a huge gash in my soul due to my son's death
It feels like that harshness and unkindness is making
my heart hurt worse and discouraging me at a time
that I need to cling to things that promote healing
and mental health, so I have some decisions to make
However, I can see that I am progressing on my
healing journey because I can recognize it and feel
strong enough to know I can do something about it
Black tea, cold and harsh
Desiring to be everything sweeter
Charming
Sobbing, filling the cup
Salty and full of torments
The leaf, prisoner of his own
Marinating in those dark thoughts
Abyss and silent
That's how you make a black tea
Cold and harsh
words spoken can never be erased
melancholic tidings—
optimism asystolic, now
fool’s paradise.
laconism stentorian
saline fluid agglomerating
“malignant” obfuscates,
formulates black stars.
fluttering, clouting
against ghostly pale tile.
aesculapian screams
circumnavigate weak cerebrum,
foxtrotting endlessly,
cold-blooded mockery.
serene bedrest
sinking linen counterpane.
morphing, suffocating
anaemic stature,
tasting like metal.
thrashing abnormal growth
actuate tunnels unending
i feel it.
i feel everything.
head encumbrance,
vessels strangulated,
blue skin a horror.
needle-punctured, scanned.
inhuman study. a specimen,
neglected medical non-priority.
fragile. no mind.
deteriorating. weaker.
sick. morningly.
please. help. ignored.
stained. vomit. pale.
monitor accelerating.
oxygen. chemotherapy.
please. help. me.
i. am. human.
bottom. medical. food. chain.
neglect. oxygen. oxygen.
oxygen. oxygen.
need. medicine.
nurses.
loud.
sonorous.
ringing.
light.
hunger. thirst. taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
vision. touch. hearing.
touch. hearing.
dont. go.
hearing.
loud.
asystole.
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A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
drugged winter fighting against the null
A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter (Alternative Ending)
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
I keep hurting myself
day by day,
a quiet ache
with no visible wound.
Perhaps I need a break.
I am exhausted,
overwhelmed
by something I cannot name.
Is this a sign to stop?
Or an obstacle
before something greater?
I do not know.
They say the world is harsh
on the less fortunate.
Am I meeting it now,
face to face?
I do not know.
If we are travellers,
how many miles are left for me?
This road feels endless,
all rocks and thorns,
no roses in sight.
Will I reach the peak?
I do not know.
They say positivity attracts warmth,
yet I have stood in the sun
and still felt cold.
I keep living for a tomorrow
that has no date,
telling myself it will get better
as if repetition makes it true.
I talk more
to mask the silence,
silence that eats me daily
like a termite feeding on furniture.
I smile
to hide the quiet flood
behind my eyes.
I might break
any time soon,
but I must remain standing.
The storms grow shakier,
the winds stronger.
I ask the sky,
is this finally it?
I don’t know.
Perhaps I am lying to myself again,
whispering the same fragile promise,
like a prayer I barely believe;
Tomorrow will be better.
Tyche and Plutus told
Heremes of
the Spirt of Ecstacy
and the beauty of the Carrage
they sought mortals might they too
be able to experince the beauty of
a perfect machine
all might pray but
only those who pray to
the right God shall win
said Tyche who then
turned to Plutus and asked
are the sheres of tommorrow
the sheres of now
to have Plutus say
% from a feild of 1 thru 69
1 from a feild of
1 thru 26
Factors of 69: The positive integers
that divide evenly into 69 are 1, 3, 23, and 69.
Factors of 26: The positive integers
that divide evenly into 26 are 1, 2, 13, and 26
Days before the Winter Soliste Festivals
the alignment of numberical sheres
shall warm the pockets of someone.
for a lottery win and financial relief,
followed by guidance on the general
approach to such prayers.
Rolls Royce Appears coursey " Of Inquiry"
Gamble Responsible Appears Coursey of " True Love"
"Thats right: I know that's Right"
Appears of Some Fabulously desent Peoplle"of Inquiery"
Tractor Guy and Suited Sexiness"
Makes her smile deceitfully.
Working for his purpose
good fortune by his will.
She loves it unkind; ways much unlike her.
He wishes it rough; thoughts never of him.
He likes the ways she treated him defer,
She draws the view he should see via eyes whim-
Like the sun penetrates the skin deep down
Without a tear though harsh, yet never frown...
Such rough ways mirror -
Lewd quest words can't draw nearer;
But mind grows severe...
Echoes of his presence become her song...
Whispers of her voice stretches his heartbeats...
He is yet to take her where stirs belong,
She is ever ready to stage his treats.
Like petals spreads its bud for Sun's embrace
Without fear of drying up or be deface-
Such treats maps sea;
Love be drown like detainee,
When need found is key!
Utmost excitement
Couldn't erase my dark moments;
Gravity dragged me...
(“Eye of God”, 2018, original encaustic mixed media)
The Harsh Reality of Truth
The harsh reality
Is people get what they deserve,
But it can be confusing
‘Cause you don’t always know
If it was for something you know you’ve done
Of something you did long ago
In a different life, body, time and place.
In the end
Sooner or later
The equation of Life
Works its way out, balances itself
And delivers the perfect result.
Not always perfect to us
But perfect for us.
(7/13/25)
I got crashed; I became crashed;
There must be some reason;
I endured when I was lashed;
Still, all slandered me of treason.
I get flown by the Pilot,
Who, too, succumbed with me;
Tooth and nail he had fought,
But who won was destiny.
It’s a world that’s too strange,
Of course, in the negative way;
Slaughter is beyond my range;
I can’t even think of it any day.
Sometimes, I become free,
Free to have a vivid voice;
None can escape from destiny
That snatches our each rejoice.
None ever thank me for my aid,
When they approach their destination;
In dire disgrace I am laid;
Well, there’s no procrastination.
I lost my all; I lost my life;
I failed to land on London;
Humanity’s too full of strife;
All, all become too undone.
How could I save them all?
I, too, had to die in the crash;
I took off; then I did fall;
Then occurred the brutal lash.
It’s too easy to blame on me, right?
Well, I won’t justify my innocence,
Because I was bereft of any might
That could arouse our prudence.
The tragic end haunts my spirit still;
Is there none, none to mourn on me?
Like a candle, I did try all to fill
Up, but…again … destiny!
Speed's blur, spotted grace,
Eyes locked, a chase begins now,
Swift kill by Cheetah.
©bfa030825
All empty streets are paved with sleet,
it's not cold enough for a snowfall;
the cheek-boned guy is seeking a place to sleep,
he has found shelter in a warm corner down the hall!
We expect some heavy snow, don't be caught cold;
power outrage is a possibility, buy candles
and stack up on food and check on friends;
mental health improves: if communication is good!
I spot the hot dog vendor with frozen face and eyes,
his steaming breath is a volcano fuming; he challenges
the brutal weather by rubbing his gloveless fingers;
he curses it aloud: who thinks is mad when he yells?
Wild kids run by the hot dog stand and poke fun at him
saying, " Santa is another fat grinch, he offers nothing! "
" My two children are hungry! " He chases after them;
I hand him a twenty dollars bill: he can't stop smiling!
It’s a harsh cold winter
You’re gone and I’m so bitter
I sat front-row seat
As I watched our love wither
Heart gouged by the splinters
You’ve silenced your ringer
And my feelings for you
Oh, they still linger…
It’s a harsh cold winter
Choked sobs and silent whimpers
Sparks of love burned out
Leaving ashes and cinder
Sleepless nights
Bottles of whiskey
Skipped meals
My love, do you miss me?
It’s a harsh cold winter
I’ve always been an overthinker
Should I move on? Or reach out?
letting my healing progress hinder
Week old sheets that smell of you
Tears as wide as the ocean
People come and go
But all I ever wanted was your devotion
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