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Gaza—
I was there.
I have seen the blood.
I have seen suffering
beyond words.
Israel—
the world will not forget.
Not now.
Not in time.
I saw pain
in the eyes of the people.
I saw innocence
caught in war.
I saw men
broken and killed.
I saw women
crying in fear.
I saw children
starving in silence.
Gaza today
is a place of sorrow.
A place
where humanity is questioned.
When all this suffering unfolds—
where is the world?
Israel—
what wrong
have the people of Gaza done?
How many must fall
before it ends?
America.
Europe.
You speak of human rights.
Yet your actions
tell another story.
You send support.
You send weapons.
And the suffering continues.
Blood in Gaza
falls day and night.
If Israel has a right to exist—
what of Gaza?
What of its people?
No power
is above judgment.
No nation
escapes history.
Israel—
what is not just
will never bring peace.
The blood in the Middle East
will not be forgotten.
It will return
as a question of justice.
And Gaza—
will not be erased.
“For he shatters the doors of bronze and cuts in two the bars of iron.” — Psalm 107:16
The foundry's quiet as a catacomb as I open up doors alone,
the furnace quiet in the back, molding cars still on their tracks.
Products of our previous toil, blood sweat, tears, and maybe oil.
Walking through a habit learned, do not touch lest one get burned.
Footsteps echo on the grates; I pass behind the tank of hate.
The lake of fire all contained, bound by steel and God's domain.
The water runs both day and night, keeping hell inside its shell,
for if the raging beast escapes, the iron bends. And the concrete breaks.
Stifling heat caress my lungs, within the path of grit,
it takes my breath and begs my soul—submit.
As I make my way into the yard, stumble on some steely shards,
skids and forklifts standing by; they look at me and ask me why?
The heavy doors announce a groan, the peace of man who walks alone.
The lights ignite the blackened pits, of auto cast and rust and grit.
And in the back, the beast awaits, the men of iron beyond the gates.
IF 'HE' HADN'T COME AND BORE HIS CROSS...I COULDN'T BARE MINE. AMEN.
Many concerns are on my plate
so many worries…tranquility escapes
I look to the right and to the left
but only find more troubling depth
In this vacant alley…I feel lost
like there is no end…just cost
Then, in a fragrant whisp, I’m reminded…
of a road, and barn…to which it winded
Light glows…from a heavenly candle
that slowly moves across…midnight’s mantle
My soul’s eye…follows its course
‘til it halts, beaming as a guiding source
From an ass…a tended virgin alights…
large with child…the hay a blessed site
A cry comes forth…awakening the world
for A Child is Born… a prophesied hurl
And as shepherds and magi rush to the scene
my shoulder’s yoke morphs…a peace…serene
The Joy of the Season which I had evaded
now enters my heart and I am elated
I hear a choir…of the heofon kind
announcing the Savior…of all mankind
Though my troubles are still yet the same…
hope, glistens horizon…Alleluia, Christ came!
Is 7:14, 9:6, Matt 11: 28-30, Lk 2:8-20
©jmsbell-12/05/22
The sky is in an apoplectic quandary why tonight
Earth is entirely too old to be on solid holy ground
Atmospheres confuse the colors in the air with reason
There is nothing to be seen there anyway, it's freezing
At this moment nitrogen lakes bubble up on Saturn
Ice columns form circles mirrored around the moons
Orchestrated heavenly rings that hang on mystic hope
Nightfall follows the pontiff around the alter light
In the Vatican clouds orbit in his head as fixed
While he blesses all the planets, even Mars
In communion with the cosmic coma gift
He even forgives strange Venus for its misgivings
Spinning retrograde against the laws of physics
Eight other planets can't be wrong rotating right
Holy Spirit come to hold our hands and planets
Help us understand the plan, the orbital holy land
We could be finished if we miss it
The cosmic logic escapes us by the minute
Please fix it
You plague me with your sweltering disease
My heart throbs in unease
You carry me off to a far-off island
Your breeze keeps me flowin’…scraping sand
Your names escapes my lips
I tell myself,
“Get a grip, dude…”
But you decided to intrude...
My blood drips to the floor
I’ve been losing balance…
The instant you pushed me aside
Your quietude devours me…
I can’t help, but hide…
I feel horribly disheartened…feelin’ too insignificant
To start my day with a good note
Too discouraged to be motivated to run…
You trade me your pain in the past
I consume it like a bear
My stomach is churning persistently…you’re running too fast…
I’m dowsed in despair
My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily
Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility
Your dreams caress my own…
This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone
I’m under your dazzlin’ spell…
This is heaven – not living hell!
I’ve been bruising myself over you…for a while now
The moment you abandoned me that night…
Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind…
I think better of you – everything’s black and white
I feel so exquisite when I’m around you…
So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light
On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise…
But I still feel malnourished…
By your sweltering disease
My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished
By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees
I’m stumbling off my feet – I’m not at all pleased
I’m not in the mood to be teased…
I’m suffering…I’m not discreet
How did you push me off my feet?
Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete?
You plague me with your sweltering disease
My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees
You carry me away to an unknown place
Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face
I’ve faced you way too many times –
Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace
First day of our life
The mother is ecstatic
Finally her pains and burdens are over
Ululations and congratulations are on
Could even be the next president
But father is in tears
Camouflaged as honest joy
Another big mouth to feed
Second day of our life
The priest is ecstatic
Finally another person in line for tithe
Could even be the next pope
But mother is in tears
Camouflaged as the touching by the word
Village thugs and whores praying for you
Another statistic of robbery without violence
Third day of our life
The teacher is ecstatic
Finally someone to be the Aristotle to their Plato
Could even be the next Einstein
But priest is in tears
Camouflaged as tears for absolution
Lawyers and politicians consecrating you
Another greedy scholar on the rise
Fourth day of our life
The couters are ecstatic
Finally we love being in love
Could even get married bells ringing
But teacher is in tears
Camouflaged as being proud of you
Another dumb romantic who never learns
Fifth day of our life
We are very ecstatic
Finally we made a new life
Could it be the need to sustain bliss human mediocrity?
But our sweethearts are in tears
Camouflaged as being happy for you
Another one escapes dying alone
Sixth day of our life
Grandchildren are ecstatic
Finally someone else full of laughter and ambition
Could it be their I-phone is the only new thing under the sun?
But we are in tears
Camouflaged as pain in our backs
Another generation who don’t know how short life is
The last day of my life
The better angels inside my head are mourning
Finally I am someone who lived in this world
Could it be because I will be forgotten?
But grandchild is happy
Camouflaged as tears for losing you
Just another man without legacy gone
RISKING THE RISK
Many things happen under the sun and moon
Nobody cares if it escapes the understanding of the common man
Life is bigger than logic; living is a colossal mystery juxtaposed to existence
Of what use is the mouth if it can’t speak up when needed?
What else is the purpose of the ear if it can’t hear what is happening?
Blindness is the better option if the eye can’t see what its there to see
What again awaits the man that has brain and can’t make use of it; Death?
Who would see a fight and not fight it out with the fight?
What would it profit a man if he gives in to intimidation & looses his rights?
Would you rather be killed when you can kill your killer?
Nobody gave me a chance; I took one
Not ready to think about the risk: let the result be won
Heard everybody dies and not everybody has lived
So, I preferred being the lion that died and not the sheep that lived
So busy daring for many things and not hoping for nothing
Calculations never made a hero; zero plus zero equals to nothing
So destined for greatness; it requires me to take risks and confront hazards
Tomorrow will give birth to both sexes; got the prophecy from the wizards
Refusing to be among the cautious crowd that refuse to play not to loose
I stood out to play to win; won the crown and the queen, then let hell loose.
Intimidation has intimidated me enough that I refuse to be intimidated
I hate that boy that have accepted to be trampled upon by a lesser being
I love the girl that have insisted on standing on her rights and not falling
Shame to the man that is biased and can’t stand on the side of truth & justice
Oh! She said; there is one concept of truth but can be realized in many ways
Glory to who deserves glory; let someone pay respect to the glorified guru
Many came, saw & couldn’t conquer what the few didn’t see, yet conquered
Thought himself a god and treaded on the path angels are afraid to tread on
His ego is stupidly big; he foolishly offended the wrong person that is right
He took the risky risk; now, the outcome can’t be over, risking him a risk.
…Lordvip……
2013
MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
My cup runneth over now in my eighties
Will it ever slow this love for the ladies
Thought ahead when I was a younger man
Love in my eighties was not in the plan
However in my mind I'm as active as ever
Always can be found searching for pleasure
Pleasures we dream from a very young age
Like a male of the species locked in a cage
Wanting so badly to explore the landscape
All too soon our manly prowess escapes
We resign to the fact our bodies can't perform
As when our youthful stamina was norm
Minds are still active as they were back then
But the body's changed, takes longer to ascend
It's all part of life, this unparalleled journey
But we manage to survive all the topsy-turvy
Desperate Escapes
By Odin Roark
They see only what they need,
That desire to see beyond
The heat and squalor,
The effrontery to their species' senses,
These sentient beings whose 2nd bedroom
Remains the fire escape.
How haunting
The mangy dog sniffing the gutter below,
Ribs needing something besides vanishing hair
To protect his fragile existence,
His pride long gone
Like the optimistic glow of a downtrodden eye
Slowly closing in the darkness of lost hope.
Yet…
Somehow the animal survives,
Knows no ring-of-battle towel to throw,
Not ropes to hang upon,
No round bell of ending to depend upon.
We contemplate…
High above TV antennae sway precariously,
Moon's glow the spotlight,
This era of cable
Beyond reach,
HD a dream for many,
Rabbit ears struggling to survive
Yet another era of poverty.
For such mutual survivors,
Resting on window sills,
Splayed on cast iron escapes
Atop pillow and laundry,
The square screen offers fantasy survival,
Providing dreams in the bed-of-hope
Even though void of reality,
Their innocence clinging,
They survive greed's harsh weapons,
Enduring further nights of longing,
Endemic to cookie-cutter imitations
A grandiose Manhattan perpetual struggle,
Syria's,
Athens',
Perhaps even tomorrow's utopia.
When does the glad hand of deception disappear
The reach of power's greed meet its end?
To talk,
To negotiate,
To be human,
Some believe
Remains futility's endowment.
Never perhaps an epiphanies’ platform,
But fire escapes, stairwells and rooftops around the world
Will always afford relief for the moment,
Trusting someday
There will be
No need
For such painful dreaming…
Such desperate escapes.
Before you the white and empty page
It yearns for the message only you can give
Listen to it's call
'Write upon me'
Take this chance
Whilst the eyes of the world gaze upon you
The mind devouring, pulsating thoughts
Poet, write your message
Stain this pure papyrus page
Leave your signature upon it's grain
Again, the call resounds within your head
'Write upon me'
You can not resist
For this is your nature
The curse of the poet
A hand of inspiration
You are one of the chosen few
Write of blood and tears
Write poet
Write before it's too late
The words fade
And the message escapes
For we all know too well
It comes, it calls, but it won't wait
How many times have you lost your words?
You heard, you knew, but it never returned
You learned, you listened, you remembered
Until before you sits the written page
Containing the message only you can give
Whilst other's hear the call
'Write upon me'
Whilst the eyes of the world await to see
Poet, will you speak
Will you answer?
For this is thy call
In this unrehearsed relay
This race against time
Poet, hold out your hand
For I offer the baton to you