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Sad Life
At three years old my parents divorced
Father got full custody
Mother, visitation rights
My sister and I were too young
yet still we understood
Into our life another came
and she begat a younger one
who stole away the one we loved
and left us all so saddened
at school one day
a woman came
a stranger with a car
we got inside so happily
not knowing what awaited
we arrived at the building
so big, so gray
inside was our father
he told us quite simply,
you are going away
we arrive at a house
we are brought to the basement
a large room full of toys
next door, a bedroom
you will stay here the adults say
this is heaven
When are we going home we ask
you are not
When are we leaving?
you are not
this is hell
A temper tantrum
the adults don't care
they stick me in a corner and tell me to wait
I wait, until the sun has gone down
you may go to bed now
one of many late nights
I took a thing that wasn't mine
I knew it was wrong but I did it anyway
an alarm is installed
it shrilly screams whenever the door is opened
the circus, hooray
but I do not go
instead I am locked away
with only a pot to pee in
I escape through the window to play in the yard
a permanent mark on my record
Pequa, my love, the only comfort I have
a tiny plush donkey i take everywhere
at school he is found
at home, taken away
i haven't seen him since
Form:
Forbidden To Me
I groan flat footed
my love
For your witches brew I drank
Those words
you wrote
goblins sink
not me
For your
broomstick's journey
through our house
of no love
crimped
my hopes
Still
I'm tickled by your pinks
Your lips
I phantom
singing a sweet melody
your song
spawning
blue skies
forbidden to me
To my lonely eyes
a sighting of you
a longing
a few words
forbidden to me
A sadness I emit
my love
a groan
from pits of my hell
Yet
lending of your ears
a forbidden apple for me
I admit
... to the core
in the wake
of your forbidden spells on me
I would take a bite, my love
connie pachecho
7/29/17
Then the guns roared!! and it was hard to distinguish the
Hush from the roaring; the two seemed almost
Indistinguishable.
Was it the roaring, I wondered, or was it the hush that was
The more fragile?
In truthfulness I was disappointed when I got home and
Watched more of the same on the telly.
The British army is not what it was I have to say; the
Gun-Salutes did not appear to be well orchestrated to my way
Of thinking -- left one feeling all rather...unsatisfied.
Gone are the days of bright red tunics, golden buttons and
Tall, glossy white hats; and gone the long stylish sideburns...
How magnificent those lads must have looked on the march.
Gone also the days of the glorious campaigns. The valiant
Battles. The desperate, heroic actions defending some hopeless
Situation or some far-flung outpost that was deserving only
Of camel dung and fleas...and certainly wasn't for the lack of
Thanks we only ever got! ...same now for the Yanks I suppose.
But glory fades along with the ages...just as our long-gone
Age sank, ages back, into the fullest, mellow glow of the
Whistling scythe's last Harvest Moon.
For I am unapologetically an English man; and will die as
Lizzie died...
As English as sausage, egg, chips and peas.
And to hell with those who decry Empire and Nation Building.
We saved the best of it, and created many a Sovereign State
Out of nothing but mud and straw.
Lately I have pondered, that perhaps we sucumbed to what was
A natural culmination of too lofty an ambition?
Or maybe it was nothing more than a simple case of
Over-acheiving?
And if so, how do we arrive by the 'Grace of God' to all that?...
Could it be an inevitable fate which was pre-ordained?
But for the fact we had good glue we should have come unstuck
Many a long year ago;
But good glue we got...and still more to come I might wager.
Tomorrow, no doubt, the crowds will line the hilly miles;
And later we will have our pomp and ceremony...
But what has gone comes but once.
Then the whole world will watch, gawking, when an entire
Race holds up their hands as a hurting child reaching up
For the comforting arms of their firecely protective Mummy.
When Squirrel And Molten Iron Meet
Iron melts releasing angry ores
Molten *liquifications flow blood red below
Disgruntled veins twist beneath the Earth
Deranged rivers on volcanic burst
Squirrel jumps at this opportunity
Mimics strange metallic sounds
Melting squeaks cannot be heard above the tumult
Wire haired creature sweats, filled with fear
By the banks of hell and heat before retreating
Smart enough to leave such dangerous elements
There are no acorns to be found along the lava flow
Trees burn and so do living things in irons agony alone
Note: (* I invented the word liquification for your reading pleasure and entertainment.)
The Devil steps out of the darkness he created.
He checks his clock, looks around says,
"Someone will be hated."
He calls upon the ones he taught
to fill this world with hate.
He tells them to spread the word.
For this is the world's fate.
They pick a target, maybe someone like you.
Instill fear and guilt, that someone will do.
Their rage and hatred, will take your soul.
Above all the haters, will break your goal.
They target the weak and strong, it’s their game.
They twist up your life cause your not the same.
They mock and laugh, calling you names.
It’s time to get back at their messed up games.
First thing you do, is assess the situation.
Determine if you think there could be a confrontation.
Pull that inner strength, from deep inside.
There is no reason to run from pride.
Let them say what they will
One thing I will demand
Don’t stoop to their level
Or you’ll be under their command.
Ignore their digs and pokes, they think are funny.
Always remember The Land of Milk and Honey,
is not a place for these ignorant people.
If you act like them you will complete their sequel,
of getting another, to hate as well.
You’ll be in heaven, they’ll be in hell
never!, no, not in this life or another
would i feel a pain as deep as love is
as cheap as the word has become here
refrain from , never been a false friend
its decisions on the platter
served by a heart that is noble
Now tell me , do u notice?
do u suppose so
just so, just in case the occasion arises
betrayed oh well, lets face it
never know what the day brings here
speaking on matters concerning the heart
Im concerned but distant distracted
resistant to the feelings of instant gratification
I mention nothing but give everything
Im a waterfall, Im spilling over
chilling with destiny on the rim of a canyon
telling her I cant phantom whys life's so random
it went bad in my past, it still leaves a bad taste in mouth
still affects every decision, every thought, every hope i have still
its a struggle, its a hell of a challenge
how much faith does it take to move a mountain
well i cant count the tears or the chances i been given
been filled with youth, im still young
still filled with loved still
still a seeker of the Truth well
maybe i will find it, maybe i will die young
i'd rather starve then dine on lies and
its okay, its fine girl, im sure u can do better
but better yet, u could do worse to
I know im worser for it
THE UNBR9KEN
There are but very few of them
the battered but unbroken.
Wise and strong, their aim never wrong
in deeds or words they've spoken
Their confidence needs no defense
it's true, it does not care.
"Rise above, proverbial dove,
your armor is your air."
They see the world through wondrous eyes
and live each day amazed.
No one can tell they've walked through hell
purportedly unfazed.
Nurture nature nomenclature,
crystals, cards, and schemes.
Right from wrong a simple song
when truth is held supreme.
Humility and empathy
All the pieces into place.
Strength of will and character,
their ego's hedged with grace.
They'll never reach their goal in life.
yet still they never stop.
They will find rest only in death.
It's lonely at the top.
An appeal to my Lord
Is it a blessing or curse?
Is it a heaven or hell?
Am I in the hands of Lord or devil?
It’s my state my Lord! to know
There are some nobles and angels and
A lot of devils among them
There is a smile of glee and beauty and
Also a lot of evidences for endless sorrows
Am I a man of blessed or cursed
my Lord! come to answer me and
hear my appeal to live with peace
Victories are following me in my way and
the failures are guiding me ahead
There is a delightful dawn in the east but
there is a great threatening from dark west
There is a plenty of meals in a golden plate but
many worms are moving in it
To live or to die
It is my question of this second
My God!
Come and answer me with your grace
Memories, memories, of being here before
I was aged nineteen, not a glorious time
Sadly this epoch will resonate those years
Trying to understand mans to others crimes
Its now many years later that I'm able to tell
Sitting where I sat then surrounded by ochre
Overnight becoming a man amidst dying hell
People displaced whilst a sirroco dustly purrs
That same hush intermittent just like before
Admiring the sand blasting in particle explosion
In drift changing skyline, the shape of the dunes
Their self determination to instant corrosion
But its to the East that totally captured my heart
Leaving the height of arid dunes now in my past
Seeing such greenery range, lush in meander
I may be growing in age, but my memories last
My final viewing, just like all those years ago
Under the searing sun witnessing a delta azure
A striking beautiful colour of water soothing
Emersed in its beauty whilst my life's in detour
Memories, memories, of being here before
I'm now aged ninety nine, a most glorious time
Sadly that epoch will resonate centuries years
Still trying to understand mans to others crimes
So, is this personification
of political systems?
asked the organic ecologist.
Or politicization
of intimately
yet transcendently
secular and sacred
personal economic-nutritional analysis
of health-wealth trends?
asked the macrosystemic economist,
in his rather too long projecting way
of exploring means
and medians
and in-betweens.
And both?
asked the theologian
after listening to each as Other,
DefaultNetworkAssociations (DNA)
betwixt enscriptured lines
of historical metaphonics.
Just because we do not reside together,
sharing identical labels,
need not mean we journey apart.
Just because my neighbor,
my enemy,
those I don't know,
those I fear,
former friends and family who have angered me
believe in a personal God
the Supreme Straight White Father theology
does not mean they,
like I,
can not also feel Earth's climate
like an interpersonal Gaian ecology
of healthy sacred regenerative emergence
into a win/win superlative
rapturous future life together
more healthy than residing degeneratively apart.
We all speak the same emotional language.
Humor and health, good and bad,
speaks and sings and dances and enacts
and dirges and reacts
a universal win/win,
win/lose,
lose/lose bilateral climate language;
eco-political heaven
and hell,
and all that lies more mundanely in-between
killing us climate softly.
Just as adolescent loss
of a lover to suicide
steps into an endless shaming/blaming toxic story
of depression,
ego-repression,
ecosystemic suppression
of positive affect,
of hope for healthy relationship,
of faith in wealthy resonant communication,
So too
it is not theologically
or ecologically
or ego-rationally insane
to fear,
and become angered by
genocide of our entire species
shamed by our own stubborn win/lose dissociation,
climate capital-pigheaded
stiff-necked degeneration,
rabid suicide ideation
through lack of Golden Rule Rapture,
win/win integrity,
theo-eco-ego triumphal integration.