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woman, oh woman
even after your
constant, daily
treatment of abuse
I demonstrated
I could have been
your karate kid.
In your defense
did I not impulsively
stand tall between
two warring giants
me, a whippet of a kid
arms outstretched
like sabre swords
pleading don't hurt
her....
taking blows
meant for you.
You the one that
inflicted pain 24/7
twisting the
tender skin off
my arm flesh and
leaving huge welts
that stung like
scorpion hot chilies
the umpteen mountainous
goose-egg bumps
you planted on
my tiny forehead
with knuckles
constructed of iron steel.
I demonstrated
a compassionate heart
in dreadful moments,
woman, oh woman
where was your
loving heart
standing in as mother
to an abandoned child
now trapped in a
poor, blazing hellhole.
With fresh eyes anew
...my learned enlightenment
I now understand your
sole/soul's motivation was
the almighty dollar
... hard cash that never
came through for you.
Pure and simple ...
avaricious by nature
most certainly
not nurture and,
please excuse me
while I laugh
you claim
to be a
christian!
Hmm, I say
hypocritical
and evil
to the core.
Alternative hell with its multi headed gatekeeper so tall
Is a secret most do not dare whisper or speak of at all
We have nightmares about being torn up by the li-dragon.
Whose fierceness is like being torn by dogs with tails not wagg’n.
Alternative hell is for people who did not know they were bad.
Who were ignorant and silly, and hurt people daily, making them sad.
The ones who did not murder or rape or hurt children or kill.
But the ones who have to be taught a lesson, a talent, or a better skill.
Li-dragon stands at the gate, making sure the murderers don’t get in.
Have their own place, where they will no longer smirk, smile or grin.
Alternative is for those who impulsively throw out mean kind of words.
Who show their ignorance of other’s feelings, masters of the absurd.
We once saw the Li-dragon tear a soul up and spit it down the hill.
Did not know it could be done, but that soul was almost a kill.
The Li-dragon cannot be fooled, cajoled, reasoned with or joked with.
If you think this is possible, you had best run off, forthwith.
The sight of a peacock gladdens my heart.
Is this because it's a form of fine art?
Good things are going to happen, my mind says.
Is a peacock, in any way, a whiz?
A black cat crosses my day-to-day way.
I am doomed—in my heart of hearts, I say.
Impulsively I press the reverse gear.
The sounds of souls and ghosts, within I hear
While the squeak of a squirrel is a fun
At the sight of an owl, why should I run?
Fear of death strikes me when I see a bat.
Diseases cease me when seeing a rat.
Why should blossoms fear the thorns around them?
Should, for the whims of snakes, the birds succumb?
Doesn't the sense of fear dwell in one's mind?
Shutting the sight of faith, should one be blind?
As we embrace-hold-release
Rotating polarities with ease
Disappearing by vaporising
Again playfully materialising
By choiceless choice
Following our inner voice
Reflecting empathetic behaviour
Yet no crusader and nobody’s saviour
Living illusion as reality
Yet determining not any finality
There being no doer
Who may act as a chooser
Heightened ecstasy internal
Stillness in movement external
Our flowing renewal
Continual
Even as Divine does form magnetise
Each moment a delightful surprise
Being to become the very bliss rapture
Looking now at form as a caricature
And yet lest we forget
Such conclusions too are suspect
Any conclusion we make a limitation
Interrupting our flowing meditation
Our presence as the void in any field
As gentle power Love alone does wield
Is regeneration of The Love vibration
Outpouring impulsively without cessation
Felt within by us as the experiencer
Without blockage by any interpreter
No judger or seeker or doer
We are the immaculate viewer
Our innate divinity the awareness fulcrum
Witnessing movement of the maya pendulum
Such is the flow of dynamic stillness
Cognised & imbibed by each in aloneness
Thinking of you day and night
Hold me tight, don't let go
Your pictures an awesome sight
I'll be your doe if you be my beau
Grab me darling, lay me down
Caress my body from head to toe
I promise I'll never frown
Make me holler, make me scream
I'll make you glow then you'll grow
Kiss me honey, sensually (seductively)
Make me tremble make me weak
Do it though impulsively
Hush my darling, don't misspeak
Your eyes will tell me everything
Take your time, take it slow
Kiss me tongue to tongue
Move it slow to below
Then kiss me once again
Let me rub you all around
Gently stroking up and down
I'll hold you down and lick you too...
TEEN PASSION
As we walk along the path of a nearby valley,
Teenagers in love, where the laden fruit trees shake out
Their shadows onto the green luscious grass, we feel the
Sheer ecstasy of the moment, is there anywhere else
I would rather be than with you, in an unpeopled
Place, where the sweetest of meadows mesmerizes
Us, and the mating song of birds, stays in tune
With our mounting passion. The sunlight filters through
The orchard whose ripe intoxicating aroma is for the
Taking, as are you and I, we feel encompassed by nature,
Drenched in the enormity of the beauty around us, our
Hands clenched in a sweaty clasp, entranced, our heightened,
Ardour now screeching for one another’s attention,
We lay down, urgently, impulsively, body and soul excited and
Apprehensive, longing for what is to come,
We passionately embrace, our lips touch, such blissful
Love we made, lying naked allowing the breeze
To ripple across us, we once again embrace, only to be
Brought back to reality by my father’s far away voice,
“Afternoon tea is ready, come and get it kids”
3am
The rest of the world was asleep
While your mind on the other hand, never is
You occupied it
with inhale of your beloved Mary Jane
I study every smoke cloud that leaves your body
As that same dumb couple argues on TV
when will they learn I ask myself
Suddenly I felt the weight
Of the bed shift
A cold bony hand
Grabs my shoulder
Felt my flannel slowly sliding off my back
And without hesitation
I fall into the comfort of your touch
Your breathing becomes scattered
As I trace every single rib
that protrudes your dull skin
Dirty nails
make its way up my chest
And around my neck
Which is accompanied
By your chapped lips
Maybe we're both wrong I thought
As the adrenaline and sweat leave my body
I placed my body next to yours
Under the blue covers
You casually turn your back
So all I see is your silhouette
I did the same
As the couple on TV made up again
I stare into the dark room
Conscious of every sound
Every movement you make
Which forces me to catch my breath
For I hope
You finally decide to hold me
6:50am
It came around
Just as I started to close my eyes
Felt the bed shift again
And the urge to sleep
Suddenly disappears
Your mother left for work
While your presence left me
I roll over to see you up
Already saying good morning
To Mary Jane
I pick up my clothes
that slept on the floor
And I head downstairs to leave
I went to grab the door
To the garage
I turn the knob slightly
And look back up the stairs
You weren't there
you never are
But you'll make the time
To call at 2am
On a weekday
And impulsively
I'm leaving my twin bed
and climbing under your blue covers
She wrote a letter
Which I happily read
In Spring
Summer baked on
Autumn arrived with a chill in the air
Winter followed with snow
Then the call came
Aunt Stella had passed away
Two months shy of her eighty-seventh birthday
Could I travel to Chicago for the funeral?
My cousin’s voice
Was anxious
Time was short
I would have to leave tomorrow.
The wind brought tears to my eyes
And I remembered why
Chicago was called the windy city.
The funeral was surreal
My cousin and I were lost in the room
Our voices echoed in the chamber
We were the only attendees
Where was the rest of the family
The funeral director nodded
He understood
More than we did.
Before the sad procession to the cemetery
We walked to her house
In no particular hurry
Talked old times
Remembered when
There, nestled under trees
We peered through
Rain stained windows
Looked inside an empty house
Sunlight streaming through a den door facing a back garden
We left quietly.
At the cemetery there was a delay
Impulsively
I began reading headstones
At random
Nearby were three
Aligned in a row
Each with the same last name
Following its own order of death
I made out a father, an uncle
And a young boy
Age ten
Standing over his grave
I caught a glimpse of something faded red and metallic
Chipping the frozen ground
I saw
Buried
A toy truck
How long had it been there
I could only guess.
As the Priest mumbled
Half forgotten Catholic prayers
I bent down and carefully
Pressed the toy
Back into the cold
Brittle earth
As it was
Meant to be
Years and years ago.
When the service ended
We looked at each other
My cousin and I
Thoughts and deeds
Of long ago
Brought back memories
I called out to him
Look after yourself.
He smiled and turned
You visit. Stay in touch.
The Priest remained
Where he was
The cold winter sun
Reflecting his bright colored vestments.
I paced placidly along picturesque pathways,
Around the vast verdant valley that led nowhere.
Oh Debbie, my Debbie, disappeared in thin air!
I'll search and I'll search and mutter a prayer,
I texted her and called her, but alas all seemed in vain.
Ah Debbie, my Debbie, I shouted her name.
All echoed back at me. still, I yearn for her love.
I imagined her hot lips, lingering on mine,
Yet she escaped me and flew like a rock dove,
But why, oh why? We fitted like a glove.
The blissful breeze blew through the cottonwoods,
"I'm here! I'm here!" Her voice echoed impulsively,
Elated I searched among the trees near a river.
I saw her there, beneath the willow, seductively.
I ran and hugged her tight, with all our fecundity.
I hate it when
I see through the BS, but can’t speak my mind
Or see someone poked at, forgotten, behind
I hate being
Pressured, pushed, but mostly rushed
Invaded, startled, tickled or touched
Falsely accused and misunderstood
Taken all wrong, when intentions were good
Or when
Confusion is stout. I see no way out
Ashamed, overwhelmed, I’m full of self doubt
Small talk is pressing, chatter, guessing
Neither one cares, what the other’s confessing
Just robotic words, it’s for the birds
Just meaningless curd, that goes unheard
I hate
Being restricted, clipping my wings
Fearful of judgment, afraid to sing
Picking up vibes that aren’t my own
Walking on eggshells in another’s home
Being down on my knees, in hopes to please
But still, I’m scorned. Like no one sees
Falling short, task or sport
Despite efforts, could not contort
But mostly I hate
Being unhappy, when times are great
The passing of moments and words “too late”
Feeling regret, like a waste of space
Impulsively talking, in a steady pace
The lingering thoughts of what was said
The billion stories that must be read
The social encounters, I fret and dread
The nightmares that play, inside my head
I try to feel happy, but depressed, instead
I paint on a smile, but meant what I said