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Gentle drops of Angel tears
Once more she drifts to sleep
Anaesthetised and full of hope
Of faith, of love, so deep
A dark, dark mass looms in her form
A cancer cold and stark
They try to cut it all away
She'll wake with mornings Lark
They do the tests - they come to us
"There's more" - is what they say
She begs us - not to make a fuss
She's tired, asks us to pray
She wakes in small hours and holds us tight
She says she's feeling weak
Be happy for her for she'll be alright
Small tears stain her virgin cheeks
Somewhere in the dark cold hours
She drew her final breath
Her brave yet quiet and Godly thoughts
Resound this Angels death
I think of things she would have done
Watch as other children play
I work to help others as if she'd won
Life's battle on that day
I know she looks upon those souls
She'd smile and talk so calm
And in their fears she'll comfort them
In loving Angel's arms
Our little daughter oh so young
Yet old in pain wise years
Reminds me daily of all kids past and
Gentle drops of Angel Tears
R.I.P Angel
Midnight darkness suddenly descended upon the city as morning peeped through the blackened sky the city waits in suspense to die.
They have been working for several days battening up windows and doors as if they can keep the wind out. Thousands of sand bags lined the shore forming a pyramid in the shape of a door, the sea gulls' flies to and fro holding mass on top of the sand's bags.
The military is on base, trying to put things in place, the governor is issuing warning and mass evacuation is happening. They have been through this process every year but some people just don’t care. Those that refuse to leave went flying seventy-five meter in the breeze landing in the boat that capsized on the shore.
The hollowing wind comes dancing in and the branches and roots begin to sing scattering leaves on the ground just warming up and looking around.
Everyone grips tightly to their beds holding on to their pillows while the little children held tightly to their mothers as the howling wind races like a mad man through the city. The intensity is low and the wind does not have a long way to go, it swirls around the street dumps water around as the surge spreads water throughout the town.
Everywhere is dark and just the old larks flying around looking for a place to ride out the storm before the wind picks up speed.
Hundreds of them are flying in the air looking for a place to land but the wind is blowing in different directions. They all hobbled on a in a dense tree trying to escape from the breeze but a category three wind was not strong enough to done them in.
The worst is yet to come, the day has just begun, its eyes are bulging, its body is swelling and its head is enlarging, it is coming out of the mountain and it is approaching the county center ripping up power lines, breaking up houses and tossing boats in the middle of the sea.
It rips through an entire city and flattens every house on the street leaving mud and debris in business places and private residence . I stood above and watch the Rolling Tides creating havoc in the town while the old lark kept flying around.
We see them drop the bombs, hear them boast of victory,
It's time to raise our voices, do not forget your history!
We see cities wreathed in flame, children choking in the haze,
We hear the bullets fall like rain, lives destroyed beneath cruel gaze.
"We are God's chosen!" I hear them cry, but can't forget the empty eyes,
The soulless laughter of evil deeds, when will humanity finally rise?
Soldiers laugh and mock the dying, while parents grieve a child lost,
If you have never suffered, how can you know the cost?
How can we bear to watch, but we cannot look away, For the cruelties of next year, began in steps today.
Cry for the sorrows of our brothers, for the blood that stains our hands,
Cry out for Justice here and now, across every nation's lands!
Do not protect the wealthy, make them stand before our courts!
They defy our laws and mock us, so let Justice run it's course!
It is time to take accounting, for what each of them has done!
Hold them all responsible, let them now face the gun!
Until every human is free, we are all of us enslaved!
INVISIBLE MASS
hey architect,
You've been given a vacant terrain,
somewhere crowd of green grasses
a meeting place of tall trees.
Go straight from that vacant terrain to the paper.
With sunlight, air movement and some related content, You draw some 2D lines.
Each line carries the meaning.
You also make them in many different shapes.
At the same time, hundreds of calculations and ideas are exchanged with new thinking.
A 3D form of imagination that builds on thin lines.
Where you can imagine gestures used by users, shuttle of light somewhere, and fair use of green etc.
which make meaningful sense of that space.
Which actually constitutes invisible mass.
Then you are there to make your invisible mass visible,
At the end, it becomes visible.
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Jellyfish! Who could have named you
other than a creature structured
by a cage of bone?
Opaque but transparent
your arrested evolution
lives in an alien perfection.
You abide inside the sea, yet billowing that sea
through your bald, bladder body.
Propelled by the encompassing
and likewise, encompassed and captured
by that which fills and surrounds you.
Jellyfish, not a fish nor jellied
but muscular and powerful
yet in a strange, smooth-sided way
the way the deep is. Slick and slippery
as oleo. At once both a slack rippling
and a tenacious tough whiplash of power.
Your form a confliction,
a mass of otherworldly contradiction.
Under the knife
your body defies reason,
until we see the aerodynamics,
the subcutaneous aquatic precision
of your parts.
That glistening hood,
the bell shaped corpus of you,
but no brain just a stomach pouch
in place of any mentality,
perhaps your thoughts float free
inside that gaseous umbrella of your mind?
Multiple eyes dotted around the hood
like inky portholes.
A sallow mandible mouth
tucked like a fist under your hood
from which those ‘oral arms’
fan away from
to reach and gather morsels of meat.
These your only speech
as you consume a thrashing utterance.
Loosely arrayed about those mouth appendages,
are long trailing tentacles,
each sensitive feeler equipped
with venomous cells encrusted with barbs
that bite with a poisonous ferocity.
Jelly fish, your anatomy is upside down
and inside out, and yet
we cannot doubt the impeccable necessity of you,
the point of you,
and perhaps even the point of us
as we search
for that germinal sea within.
FRED THE PERV.
Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue said that red pair were mine.
LARS.
A young astronaut from NASA called Lars
Blasted off from Cape Kennedy to Mars
But then there was a glitch
When he pressed the wrong switch
Last seen heading at warp speed to the stars.
PETE.
A young pianist from New York called Pete
Could play William Tell using his feet
But he fell of his chair
And he started to swear
Was booed off and thrown into the street.
JOHNNY GABLE.
A mean old waiter called Johnny Gable
Saw a man choke to death on a bagel
He then shifted his body
To the side of the lobby
Said forgive me but we need the table .
O'TOOLE.
A forgetful pilot Johnny O'Toole
Was over the north sea flying to Bule
Then both engines spluttered
Under his breath muttered
Looked at his gauge and screamed no ruddy fuel.
OLD GANGSTER.
An old gangster rose from rags to riches
Got rid of all his traitors and snitches
They'd find in their bed
A racehorses head
Or find themselves sleeping with the fishes.
THE BAKER.
An unwashed old baker from Idaho
Had filthy fingers when kneeding the dough
Folk choked on his paella
Some died from salmonella
Got closed down and ended up on skid row.
O'KEEFE.
A fella by the name of O'Keefe
Was the long serving town's police chief
Someone stole the mess cookies
Everyone blamed the rookies
But it turned out O'Keefe was the thief.
AMOUROUS MICHAEL.
Amourous young Michael from Mayo
At a girls house he tried to stayo
She started to shouto
And then kicked him outo
Said she" you're not staying no wayo."
NIGERIAN POEM THIEF.
A sly poem thief from Nigeria
On the soup caused a mass hysteria
He stole soupers work
Soupers went beserk
On the run now cos he's in fear of ya.
Written 18th august 2019.
The Buffalo church, it is implodin'
Rhetoric flarin', parishes unloadin'
We're good enough to give, but have no say in votin'
You don't believe in division, but what's that decree your totin'
You fired our trustees and now you're gloatin'
But you tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction
Don't you understand what we're tryin' to say?
And can't you feel the fears we're feelin' today?
If the buildings gone, many souls will drift away
How you gonna save them before they reach the grave
Take a look around you, oye, it's bound to scare you, oye
And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction
Yeah, we are so mad, about this devastation
We're sittin' here just contemplatin'
Yes you claim your truth, but twist your regulations
Handful of prelates don't pass legislation
And merging alone can't bring integration
When parishioner respect is disintegratin'
This Die-or-Cease is just too frustratin'
And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction
Think of all the hate there is against religion
Then take a look around to that which you are creatin'
Ah, you may go on retreat, for days of grace
But when you return, it's the same old place
The flappin' of the gums, the pride Mass of disgrace
You can bury your deeds, but don't leave a trace
Close our next door parish, tell us how we rate
And tell me over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction
No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction
She wondered, entering the sea, in fierce relentless rain,
As the waves crashed hard against the rocks, would she see the sun again?
Her life was dark now,like the sky that loomed a murky grey,
Her body breathing in the air, as her legs,
start to give way.
Her head’s a torrid mass of thoughts, her heartbeat racing fast,
With terror running through her veins, as she relives her past.
She wades now, deep into the sea, numb and unperturbed,
The voice inside screams “help me”, but not a sound is heard.
Her body shaking violently, her eyes, a blurry glass
In measured breaths, she speaks aloud,
The words….”this too, shall pass”.
The world seems very different now, the pull so very strong,
A song is entering her mind, “I did it my way”, plays along.
If only she’d embraced her life and had the aptitude to think,
Instead of being ruled by fear and turning to the drink.
So many poignant moments missed and memories were lost,
Affirming self-destruction at such a heavy cost.
Now, immersed in thrashing waves and violent cracks of thunder,
She takes one last look at the sky as the water pulls her under.
She can't accept the things, she cannot change, the grief and shame so raw
And, the courage to change the things she can, had always been her flaw.
The darkness, now engulfs her and her body becomes light,
She can see all those that died too soon, each one had lost their fight.
And as she takes, her final breath, the last thought to remain,
Is…. now the clouds have disappeared and I will see the Sun again.
I watch as time goes by,
With no great urge to try,
To make a move,
Or break a sweat,
I'm a lost heart broken guy.
"HOW" I wonder why,
A sudden urge to cry,
I see her image,
I loose a breath,
I'm a lost heart broken guy.
When will it feel so much better,
To smile like when I first met her,
Good times and bad,
A mixed bunch that we had,
I would sooner be writing a love letter.
Memories I want to remember,
God's prayer I like to send her,
All is not good,
A mass change in mood,
The cancer is one big contender.
I can't imagine my future,
A one I live without torture,
No one for a cuddle,
No one for a date,
I've lost my true love,
My only soul mate.
Did I sing Happy Birthday 2 you?
Or would that make you feel very blue
It could have been that attitude
That you get without any sleep
Waking up with sweat even know there wasn't any heat
Baby face is back
And he wants to attack
Those lovely collegiate dreams you conjure up
While studying to all ends of the night like a tired pup
Despite not living on elm street
The abstract idea can still be sweet.
Now in this second go a round
Death still has not brought you down
And with no time to frown
There are experiments abound
At this age
What type of visions would get the page?
Maybe it could come from the CW comic strip
Since you all think the flash thing is very hip
Off to time travel we go
Like ground hounds wanting to stop the wintry blow
With that one plot
Filmmakers gave the story a shot
Stating there is a point
When using that joint
The academics thoughts are so high
No one wanted to tell yesterday goodbye
Now that this is the end of another twenty-four-hour period
You may want to hear it
While creeping closer to the final day
When we all say
At the mass to remember your past
Dedicated to you
Reminding us not to screw
Or Baby Face will appear
Saying my dear, my dear, my dear
You have much to fear
Happy Birthday 2 U
I am done talking and I am through.