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on Earth’s circumvallate
he would be laid,
lifeless upon the lap
of his Mother
and on that day would be named
now and forevermore,
God’s Gether… for in that day
are all tears gathered
look at them, and fear
the things to come, think
ever deeper now, and greet
this mourning, hear nature asking
where, oh where, is he, who
as our companion, travelled(3)
all space-time freed of human form
and feminine traits, and he
self-named his essence, I-EAGLE-TWO…
in memory of his father
mystery of womb, wind, sky, and
slaughter; held in that “eye” of awe
as the sunflower’ diurnal motion
laying openly upon the roof
of this world, ever watching down
calling gently to those “friends”
and his enemies, laughing hauntingly
at the latter’ lathering fear filled sweats
as this “(????????)”,
have you yet guessed this guest?
at day’s dusk, and then again
by dawn’s redeeming draw
his reach is long, and into and through
your minds he roams, teasing your thoughts
twisting your faux beliefs
as does Loki shift from witch to fly
and consumes your roasted heart
he, is that warrior’ bathed
master of that “Fifth Discipline”
“fostering aspiration” in the minds that seek
developing “reflective conversation”
between the strong and meek
and through a universal rapport
promotes “understanding complexity”
“Systems thinking”
this is his drinking water’ brine
at his stand beyond,
as “Keeper of the Western Gate”,
within this universal bourse,
upon those “circles of causality”
he lends his hand to those who can
to those who cannot, his whist
he scends upon their brows,
and boy! is it ever steamy!
beaming out similes and hyperboles
and itchy knees to his and hers,
theirs and those, whose noses know
the profound truth is fast approaching
critically fast, that blue
heated mass of spiritual essence
that was promised to all of earth’s children
that this “center” of the sun will come
returning “hell” to earth to render
those who earned their promised whipping
for tipping life in their favor
so, do look towards your sun,
focus in upon that inner aye
and glimpse your own future’s butcher
and do fear what was foretold to be…
He devastated foreign pastures
As a cog in a well oiled evil wheel
A nameless legalized conqueror
They praised his endless courage
Reckless bravery under command
Following orders no questions asked
The contest was rigged in his favour
A mega machine against a few guns
Foes fell like pins in a bowling alley
He rolled the dice over life and demise
Life was cheap at the price of a bullet
He pulled the trigger as if he had been
At the shooting gallery in his hometown
Remembered his childhood sweetheart
And the pink teddy bear he gave her
A few rag dolls survived in the ruins
Life was a thunderous blast for the killer
Until a land mine felled his glorious quest
Did not feel much no time to beg for mercy
A soldier ground into a desert of pain
Thus the invader unceremoniously vanished
Into the dust of memory’s timeless barrel
Only for some other pawn to take his place
Posthumously they awarded a Purple Heart
In pride pinned a medal onto his imaginary chest
Though he had none left to feature the badge
His coffin was empty and bugles betrayed
The meaning of a star spangled banner
Draped over the fact that he had no grave
The red white and blue of the flag hurt her eyes
Soon enough his children forgot their father
The widow struggled with his merit under fire
Shed tears onto the ribbon bestowed in vain
Crushed the award in a grinder of sadness
They say time is a limitless healer for mourning
And that this too will pass for a grieving soul
That warriors are not immortal in light of the cause
For a cross is forever and blood dries in the sun
But when she sees no valid reason for his demise
She becomes a miserable ghost slaughtered by proxy
As she retrieves a shred of resilience and braves demons
His and hers and faces a dim smile on a fading photo
Anger turns into guilt for she too had supported the war
A white flag holds more credence than shredded bones
05th May 2020
The empty nest syndrome
Looking up, into the skies, clouds form
an empty nest, it becomes the norm.
I do not desire to know the empty nest syndrome!
Yet must, as my young Bird seldom comes home.
It is a natural process- an inevitable course for life,
yet it is difficult to accept, worrying, living with strife
as one observes, in horror and looks, with fear,
into the eyes of all you gave to, seeing it slowly disappear
into the groping claws of ?, losing what is Dear,
to the insanity of this insane, as he takes hold
of your beloved, young Daughters innocence, to mold
her – with empty promises – into the likeness of him,
this punk, pr~ck, as~~ole demented, who’s light is so dim,
shadow cannot be seen, life for my Beauty, is a black hole abyss
from which she may not escape – a good life she will miss –
from this place, this place she sees not nor able to rise above,
thinking she feels ?, believing his feelings are love,
this sh~t he lays on her – this sick demented f~ck
who uses, abuses, plays her, drags her into the muck
because he can, because of her naiveté, her obsession,
her insecurities, her innocent beauty, her depression.
In his life time - an innocent cute ty, never !, never !,
again to know, as never before, nor after – ever !
It is no wonder, under his thumb, he keeps my Melanie,
trapped by all – his and hers – she unable to set herself free
as he plays his mind games – threats that will not let her be
a woman, on her own – in the right hands - that I might see
come to maturity in all her beauty – not to be – to high the fee !
B. J. “A ” 2
October 2nd 2004
No talk, no walk,
No laws, no clause,
That's her way of dreaming.
Just the silence between the journey,
The peace connecting two broken pieces of heart,
Was the making of the bro sis art.
Their relationship was an art,
Not just his and hers, but even those who aren't related by blood.
He lauded her through all the thick and thin,
He gained her trust more than kith and kin.
To her, unique was his taste
Though he had his own shi*ty fate.
Neither more nor less does she know about,
For he was a mystery man,
She wanted him, though he didn't belong to her clan.
He wanted her..but the art wasn't supposed to last.
A rumour, a slap, a betrayal and their dreams got crashed.
She shove him, he was sensitive, and her agony had no limit.
He was a close brother, who she lost out of suicide,
In his last days, she couldn't be by his side.
Regret's a b*tch , she's bearing it to this date,
Coz he opened her life's most fearful gate
Those Saturdays, those bunks to drop by the complex,
And the magazines, those weekly tarot, that never gave a glimpse of their darker days.
His alter ego turned him a villian, snatching their hay days,
Ceasing all dreams that didn't get its wings,
And it wasn't just his life, she had also seen the worst.
Now look what she's upto, stuck up in a med school,
No him, no wings, and she ain't enough cool.
Diving in the ocean all alone, for the big sharks to eat her up.
It's a tale, with a broken tail, applauding for the pain she felt.
I searched the store with glee;
Going on a shopping spree
To find a gift for you from me
To place beneath the Christmas tree
The busy shoppers I did pass;
What should I get? I had to ask
So many things for me to buy
In frustration I gave a sigh
Should it be practical or should it be fun?
Should it be pretty; will I ever get done?
I racked my brain; thought…this is hard!
Maybe I should just get a gift card
I searched and searched
and searched some more
Almost walked right out the door
I couldn’t make up my mind you see
A tough decision it would be
Should I buy for a girl or a boy
Maybe I could tuck it inside a toy
No, that’s not right, but then I thought
Something for both; that’s what I’d do
I’d pick out something good for two
And so I thought two gifts instead of one
Boy this is going to be fun
I’d made the plan, the plan was done
His and Hers is what it would be
Christmas unmentionables under the tree
Oh how funny it would be
But what size to buy
I hadn’t a clue
Oh no; this just would not do
I had to go; my time was gone
This was taking way too long
So I decided once and for all
To save myself a trip to the mall
Hope I’ve sparked your curiosity
Dr. Seuss would be proud of me
For wrapped within this gift of mine
A poem for you at Christmas-time
Holds a clue; what will it be?
Open it up and you will see
In this time of hard knocks
The perfect gift a box of socks
It was just a honky-tonk in a Texas border town.
She was sittin' all alone and had that whiskey frown.
I walked over in my shiny boots said,"Can I sit down?"
She said," You ain't my type, but I could use another round."
They were playin' a slow one, but she didn't want to dance.
I said,"Tell me the story about your bad romance."
She said, "It's always you cowboys, I never have a chance.
I'm a sucker for blue eyes and those denim cowboy pants."
She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow.
Had her fill of broken hearts and days that fill with sorrow.
She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow.
She'll get the money somewhere - she'll beg, steal, or borrow.
I said, "I'm sorry 'bout cowboys and your romantic woes,
But I sell insurance and I'm sure not one of those.
I'm from Texas and I'm comfortable in Western clothes,
And the boots just seem to fit me from the heel to the toes."
We talked awhile until I mentioned gems and furs.
Then we talked of motels with the towels that say "His" and "Hers".
I walked her to my pickup with lots of "Thank you, sir's"...
I forgot to clean my truck and she sat down on my spurs.
She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow.
Had her fill of broken hearts and days that fill with sorrow.
She's leavin' this old border town with the sun tomorrow.
She'll get the money somewhere - she'll beg, steal, or borrow.
4/8/2017
I want the sun to bypass
all the clouds
Melt all the cold
and bring me sunshine
Cause through
the winter
People look for cuddle buddies
Honey bunnies
His and hers sweaters
Holding her umbrella
As you walk
Through the rain
type of partners
I just want to hold myself
I don't want the weather
to affect my mood
by reminding me
This is the time
Where we should be caught up
In finding a warm body
To stand next to
I want the sun to blast
My icy heart
So I can be free
To just be me
Walking proudly and getting a tan
Ultimate Unrequitedness
________________________________________
Before we met in the flesh
We waltzed with words on a website for dating,
A mating dance for a modern world
We clicked online and off
Profiles made for blending
Amending our previous life errors
For two forty-something's
Fortunate to find old fashioned love
Above anything they'd experienced 'til now
We found common ground
In our un-common past
At last, for two, the one.
Optimistic for our coupling
A future uncertain yet sure
His and hers' mature gift.
She died on a Thursday
Slain by an off springs hand, who emptied
The sand of her life's timer.
Our non-existent plans shattered
By a sick boys' mind
Find it hard to blame the illness, not the child.
What becomes of loves' chemistry
when one element is no more,
Torn from the noble bond.
Surviving this trauma
Does the partner left as one
Become the ultimate unrequited lover.
Dwelling on the promise
Unfulfilled, of a future
Sure to have contained joy at last.
No, the love between two
Lives in the stolen moment
Remembered in peace.
College daze and younger days with my girl who brings me a luxury of comfort and she goes good with anything like Adidas slides
Three stripes like the three rings, two promises leading up to the real thing
You, Lo, and me, our forever family, do the best things come in threes?
Adidas slides with the Nike shorts because we don’t care about what they have to say
His and Hers setting relationship goals our love feels unfair
Too good to be true every time you say I love you
We have a different type of vibe and I am always down to ride as long as it’s you I am dying for
I know I am selfish too much and get on your nerves more often than I should so please don’t hate me
Because life is a trip and sometimes feels like a slip, and slide because it’s hard to get a grip when life is overwhelming you
So, I’ll just keep looking at you because even when we fight something you do calms me down like my headphones are in, walking down the street, and you know what is on my feet
Are you walking next to me…?
Let’s go to the movies and not dress up this time
p.s. just our love, shorts, leggings, t-shirt, shades, and Adidas slides…
*Image of Avengers: Infinity War Quotes That Will Make You Think Differently by Society19 UK.
It Happens
It sucks...
when your owie
remains disregarded
because your adhesive band-aid
decides to stuck itself
obstinately
mid tries,
It sucks...
when the lights to
your preferred restaurant
flicker's off when you all arrive
and its sign says open
daily twenty
three hours,
It sucks...
when our autos
license plates custom-made
said, "HIS" and "HERS" and after our
divorce, she then changed it
so now it reads,
"WAS HIS",
It sucks...
when I go to
the zoo to throw peanuts
to the elephants to feed them
but because of my size
they throw peanuts
at me,
It sucks...
when I was at
the airport to buy a
plane ticket for a noontime flight
she says, "Is that twelve noon?"
I said, "No, it's...
two noon?!?!?"
Ugh!
*Heptastich, a poem in 7 lines, syllabic, 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2020 August 15