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(The Japanese geisha Madam Butterfly
had a brief romance with an American
naval officer, whom she regards as her
husband, and whom she expects will
return to her. She is tragically mistaken.)
Oh, are you crying, son? But why?
It doesn't help to groan and grieve.
The only thing is to believe.
Believe with me, and watch the sky.
One fine day I'll see his funnel,
breaking the horizon's line.
That day is going to be so fine!
No more shadows, no more tunnels.
So manly in his clean white suit,
he'll steer towards my harbour wall,
earnest, eager, ardent, tall,
his cannon firing in salute.
Is this him now? I saw him first!
I won't go running down the hill:
it's better to stay seemly, still,
even though my breast could burst!
The lotus bloom, true to beauty,
must guard its dignity, serene.
My fate, to wait with gentle mien,
the passive, pliant geisha's duty.
Mistaken, am I? So, so, so.
Then we must steel ourselves, and wait.
One day, framed in the bamboo gate,
I'll see my husband. This I know.
Just when it seems it cannot be,
when crippled hope has left me weak,
I'll hear the bamboo hinges creak -
Lieutenant-San has come for me!
"Can you guess who's here?" I'll cry,
a-tremble as I smooth my hair,
no more foreboding or despair.
I'll run to greet him, nervous, shy.
American, and tall and brave,
he will call me "baby-wife",
and, just like in the other life,
I'll feel protected, nurtured, saved.
"My Butterfly, my forest fern,
my orange-blossom," he will say.
This will happen, one fine day.
You mark my words - he will return.
A child like omen, bereft with tears,
Hearing the word, conjuring up fears,
Try though he did, to not upset God,
He found himself, in another sinful bog.
Growing up he heard the words,
"If you play with fire, you will get burns!"
Not that the solemn child did,
But for every mistake, the child had hid,
From a punishing God, to a parent,
The things he had done, were not readily apparent.
Forced to grow up at a tender young age,
He tried and tried his best to behave.
Sometimes it's easy, otherwise it's not,
But this child believes it is worth a shot,
And though God had other plans for this troubled
Young mind,
The poor poor child was still left behind.
"I will have my revenge upon you," so said that child,
"Mark my words, it will not be mild."
"I will feast on your spirit, to be more godlike,
It's the only way that I can make it right."
Since Christ had died for the worlds sin,
This little boy decided to give in,
To take his life so as to be without it,
He felt he'd triumph so he shouted.
He fell asleep in morbid depression,
He took his life, as he did not like the lesson.
What have you turned me into?
I was okay then you made me into the devil.
I'm not one to get angry I'm not the one to get upset.
You've pissed me off so much that I'm using your own game against you and I'm winning.
Your at me feet begging me for things you cant get.
You've awakened the storm in me.
You are begging for mercy from the devil you have made.
You dew so many lines and there is no redemption.
I'm an echo you made I'm the shadow you feel when you're alone.
I'm going to drain you of everything you have and there is nothing you can do.
I was calm then you lit the match and now your burn in the fire you've created.
You sold your sole you fed the flame and now you walk away.
I'm the curse you're running from.
I'm the one you're hiding from.
You had a smile but I see the showdowns behind you with sharp teeth smiling.
You drew the line and now you have crossed it more then once,
and now your crying for mercy from the devil you had made.
You drew the line and now there is no redemption.
I'm the shadow that you feel watching.
your burning in the fire you have created.
there is no redemption and I will no longer show mercy.
You have lit a match that you cannot control.
Now you're begging for mercy but I'll show you none.
You are no longer in control of the devil you started to play games with.
Mark my words you will regret playing with me
You will regret lighting a fire in me
You will regret crossing me.
Some GUY wanted to SUE me; he had a CHIP on his shoulder. Just because of a picture of ART that I DREW of a ROSE that I threw off a CLIFF in the RAYNE that landed in a BROOKE on his property. I was STEW-ed, KEN he do that? To be quite FRANK with HUGH, I think on the EVE of the court date the judge WILL CHUCK it out the window. MARK my words, the LIL RICH JACK won't ROB me. I'll speak into the MIKE, Jump with JOY... and have a fine glass of SHERRY after I send him the BILL for the court costs. I'll just turn the PAIGE and wait till DAWN and go vacation on some SANDY beach. I'll let that DICK BOB for apples.
Okay story told, Now I'll go work out at the JIM, eat some eggs with a sausage PATTIE and then go release my emotions in the JOHN
A morning splash of after shave
cigarette burnt fingers
that told me what to do
Life was walloped in our kitchen
by mother dusted hands
He grabs my hand and asks me
in a quiet whisper I could hear,
"Where is your mom ?"
"She's in the attic painting, Dad "
I remember the pointed finger
and the scruffy voice that said,
"Mark my words son,
one day you'll be all grown up
and you may not remember me ?"
His bushy brows and sardonic smile
the way he loved too much to rile,
"Do you know who I am, dad ? "
silence....
A morning splash of light on vacant eyes
so much like mine and then,
he sighs....
Mystic Rose
5/2/2019
(In the opera, Madam Butterfly once met
an American serviceman - she's Japanese -
on a date. It meant nothing to him, but
she is waiting for the "husband" who will
never come back.)
Oh, are you crying, son? But why?
It doesn't help to groan and grieve.
The only thing is to believe.
Believe with me, and watch the sky.
One fine day I'll see his funnel,
breaking the horizon's line.
That day is going to be so fine!
No more shadows, no more tunnels.
So manly in his clean white suit,
he'll steer towards my harbour wall,
earnest, eager, ardent, tall,
his cannon firing in salute.
Is this him now? I saw him first!
I won't go running down the hill:
it's better to stay seemly, still,
even though my breast could burst!
The lotus bloom, true to beauty,
must guard its dignity, serene.
My fate, to wait with gentle mien,
the passive, pliant geisha's duty.
Mistaken, am I? So, so, so.
Then we must steel ourselves, and wait.
One day, framed in the bamboo gate,
I'll see my husband. This I know.
Just when it seems it cannot be,
when crippled hope has left me weak,
I'll hear the bamboo hinges creak -
Lieutenant-San has come for me!
"Can you guess who's here?" I'll cry,
a-tremble as I smooth my hair,
no more foreboding or despair.
I'll run to greet him, nervous, shy.
American, and tall and brave,
he will call me "baby-wife",
and, just like in the other life,
I'll feel protected, nurtured, saved.
"My Butterfly, my forest fern,
my orange-blossom," he will say.
This will happen, one fine day.
You mark my words - he will return.
God will give you everything you want
Mark my words
Think on it
He wouldn't put that desire in you
And won't fulfill it
Think about it
When was the last time you really want something?
Did you get it?
Yes, my Deliverer is also making home delivery
Cause or no cause
So the next time you really want something
Say "thank you" for His putting it there
Because you know that you will get it
Whether it's a burger haha
Or something outrageous - off the hill
If you want it you will get it
So make sure that's what you want
Or else your house so will be full of junks
That is what it is
Prioritize
Do you really want that?
Or think you do?
Nah
"You got it, mate"
It's a line I heard someone from Australia say
Got to borrow it
Lol
So did you learn anything today?
Let's see now... ahh... haha
Today reading an article on moral rights
trying to justify an evil act preformed for the greater good
promoting it as a cure derived from murder these worldly writers
For me it was like reading a letter from Judas agreeing with barbarism
it accused those that do not wish to partake in this sacrifice
as disease spreaders judging within its contents incorrect
Unholy acts against the innocent pushing upside down narrative
The truth's not in error, its the falsehood that proclaims it to be so
many of those brainwashed claim to be whiter than snow
one thing for sure when your eyes and ears see and hear horror
nothing inside this world can change your mind when properly set
We all know right from wrong regardless of where we are at
you can justify about anything
if God's words are left out of the subject at hand
The greatest of all sins is breaking the commandments
quoting it as religious to think of other people
whilst turning a blind eye on genocide
mark my words there is many claiming to be filled with wisdom and the Holy Spirit
yet supporting the crooked path drenched in the blood of martyrs
The road is long when you have lost all direction to think straight
take a good long hard look in the mirror
we have only one chance to save our soul, death it comes to us all
WINTER LOVE STORY
Frozen lake with signature marks
Two lovers skating creating a heart
He takes her hand as she lands from a spin
She blushes, she noticed his smile from within
Their romance was exquisite, their timing precise
As they danced and performed on the fragile Ice
The roses are red, the violets blue
The winter was wonderland, the snow-capped view
Inevitability such a cold word, that creeps up on lovers
In a winter-land world
The Ice starts melting, the lake opens and cracks
The lovers, the skaters, had no way back
For as perfect as love, as pure as the snow
When the Ice starts to melt then a lover will go
You mark my words for you'll see they are true
Just as seasons will alter the lake changes too
The roses deep red, the violets deep amethyst blue
Still holding the bouquet that the spectators threw
For the stage was their lake, where this love was on show
The audience in silence, the star fades, time to go
The Moonlight her beacon, her guiding light home
Whilst the man she adores tries to skate on alone
He holds out his hand to the thousands of stars
Hoping once more to touch her, no matter how far
With a tear in his eye and an I will always love you,
He shouts ....,
That the roses are still red, the violets still blue
Read the room and wind your scrawny neck in, Mr Putin
Mark my words, the West are gonna stick their size ten boot in
No-one here has fallen for your good-for-nothing plan
So pop your pacifier in and get back in your pram
Heed the world, the Bulldog and the mighty Uncle Sam
We’ve seen through your bravado, it’s all arrogance and sham
You brag about your weaponry to stifle our rebukes
But you won’t get your way by simply mentioning your nukes
For that's some twisted logic just to get what you desire
When if you blow the place apart and set its bones on fire
The only prize that you will win, as far as I can see
Is a massive crater where your hopes once used to be
There’s bullets with your name on, any one could leave you dead
Should a sniper plant one in the middle of your head
Perhaps a comrade soon will smear your door knob in the night
But read my lips you cretin, it ain’t gonna be Marmite
There is another option that you could attempt of course
Which is whipping off your shirt and then cavorting on a horse
You tried that once before and looked a proper numpty then
I have to say you’re looking like a numpty once again