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In August when the days are hot,
nights are cool, men are shot;
fooling with another's wife
too many men cut with knife.
Walk a street some evening
time is late and no one's there
even moonlight stays away
even stars no longer stare
no one sees what happens then
when night is finally here
darkness is, to good, no friend.
it brings us instant fear
something there is lurking closely
waiting for a passerby
something soon will happen then
someone, much too soon will die
it happens often in the city
people read it in the papers
glancing from their eyes with pity
into windows of their neighbors
could it be the one next door
the lady living down the hall
probably someone's second cousin
murder sometime visits all
we blame it on the homeless ones
no friends or family here
they must have surely come undone
they always seemed a little *****
when day restores the light
we clearly see so well
all memories are gone of fright
the visions lost, of waiting hell
but lately hatred is emerging
night to day in bright lit sun
dark to daytime crime is merging
murder now is just for fun
feelings so transparent
no more secrets, no more lies
daily, lives go errant and
another sadly dies
justice constant breaking down
people fear our law's abuse
order is to chaos thrown
there seems no more excuse
what to do when all else fail
just grab a loaded gun
join the crowd and fear no jail
give in, amuck to run
more victims than the victimless
more criminals than caring friend
a country that's a holy mess
soon headed for its end
pray all neighbors learn to love
pray to mend all broken hearts
don't wait for saving from above
it is with us that healing starts
we are the ones
for whom we pray and wait
we are the ones
whose futures we create
we are the ones
to fix us at our core
we are the God
that we've been waiting for.
Generous praises offered by friends might mislead sometimes.
Confusing the core of friendship is beyond their thought list.
It's when, like a broken gong, the church bell faultily chimes.
Even the age-old concept of Angelus gets a twist.
The lake's surface remains dull until a pebble troubles
And evokes ripples that awaken awareness within.
My lethargic potential in snug zones found no ruffles.
Till your suns and showers of censures manured me to win
As gems between coal, within your curses, blessings, I find
Each stone you throw at me is my stepping stone to success.
In your pessimism, my possibilities are enshrined.
With the hurdle poles you plant, I row my boat and progress.
Within the axis of existence, each foe is a friend.
As the benefaction he or she bestows has no end
I walked along route 58
There was Mumbai dreams and Harbor Freight
A hippie guy sold sunglasses from a stall
One had a rosy tint, I paid 5 dollars, that was all.
There was a warning label with it, I threw it away
Who needs all the fine print, what could it possibly say?
I looked at the traffic, it was stop and go
I slipped into a side street, out of the flow
The noise of cars faded, as I walked up the hill
Then I saw a big house, I remember it still.
It was painted pale blue, the windows had white trim
Carved railings outside, bright lights within
There were children on the swing, and birds in the air
Their Grandma on the porch rocking on a chair
The lilacs were purple, the flowers dark red
A pony was grazing beside the garden shed.
I walked through nearby woods, got home very late.
That night I told my brothers about this path off 58:
I said, "you got to come; on me you can depend."
Next day they came with me, past the sign that said, "dead end."
I left my glasses home that day, they had a hippie vibe
The shape was like John Lennon's, not my brother's tribe.
My brothers are right wing, and I didn't want them to rebel,
To get them off the beaten track is always a hard sell.
The house was there alright, but the grass was wild and high
Boards were cracked, windows broken, I had to rub my eye.
I sheepishly looked back, they joked, I felt the sting.
Then I waded through the grass, found a broken swing.
I've worn my glasses since, my reality was augmented
Everything looked better, it made me seem demented
I became a radical and shouted world peace couldn't wait.
I marched for no more police, and an end to the state.
Everything looked so rosy, all we had to do was try
My brothers couldn't take it, couldn't understand why.
Many years later, I dropped the glasses in some grass
A football player ran over them trying to catch a pass
The rosy hue was gone, and I finally understood
Too much glamorizing detracts from what is good.
So now I wear bifocals, read the fine print in every dream
We must focus on what is, not on what might have been.
I chose to love you as you were awesome
but then your love, pure venom
loving you certified me insane
caused me migraine
you feigned innocence
in me, for you, deep reverence
my poem reminiscence
of the sequence of pain and violence
your love I renounce
you promised impossibility
but had no capability
realistic of this I shared your enthusiasm
at dawn, eroticism
at dusk, pessimism
with time you installed the poison
this, I repeat, retrospection
lost nothing your desire-a satisfaction
the venom leaves me septic
my life hectic
secretly you quieted
your plans well suited
to make me welcome
my tomb
I am running the last mile in my life,
The age and tired feet have made my run to a limping walk,
still, I walk and walk to the beacon of hope,
Never let the pessimism take over the last straw of my hope.
Sometimes I fall, to get up and keep going again,
Sometimes tired I stand to watch the cycle of life revolve around
my eyes,
Sometimes I feel loved, sometimes I feel ignored,
Sometimes I feel the time has passed by me, still I see my soul's
destination in front of me.
In the journey of life my soul is searching for love and peace,
The feeling of love where I will lose the existence of mine,
The sense of peace and tranquility where I would not hear my
melancholy songs again,
I will walk miles looking for until I fall and can't get up again.
I meet so many souls on my way with troubled mind,
confused about the goals and destinations of their life,
Some say I am old, I don't want to live,
They will have to walk with me enjoying the virtues and glory of
their life.
December 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 1-3
Key Verse – Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA
Praise be to God for He is the Alpha and Omega along His:
Faithfulness in flourishing our faith
Fervency in fueling our fortitude
Freedom in forgiving our foolishness
Firmness in framing our foundation
Festiveness in filling our futility
Revelation 2:18 Praise be to the Lord for having eyes
like unto flame of fire, searching our hearts against:
Pride by His power
Prejudice with His prudence
Perversions along His perfection
Pessimism toward His purpose and plan
Preferences upon His principled precepts
Revelation 3:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
knowing our works with our:
Experience but dry in service
Exposure but dirty in saintliness
Example but defiled in sacrifices
Existence but dead in spirituality
Exaltation bestowed by His salvation-security. Amen!
December 25, 2024
Longing
Illuminated
Shame just came
Tension
Empty
Negotiating with...positivity
Lamenting
Imagination soars
Sheltered by shimmering shamelessness
Tranquility
Elegant
Nothing matters...happily
Lively as heavens
Ill-tempered and living a imperfect illusion
Shedding tears...fears...wanting cheers...
Tormented by silence
Empty as a drum
Never-ending nostalgia is next in line
Love
Is
Super
Terrific
Enjoy
Neverending utopia
Listen...you must listen
I
Sincerely,
Together,
Encourage you to be
Nice
Leave...me...alone
I
Swim
Tribulation after tribulation
Excitement and exhilarating times spent with you...spent with you...it's a dream come true...
Never forget - listen...and do
Lonely in my brain...
Invigorating ideas brew in me
Silly me - I make mistakes too
Tug on me...cuddle away the envy
Essentially, I'll be on the road once again
Notice this - you are loved
Listen oh so subliminally...mindfully...graciously...gloriously...
I see happiness and joy, but why am I sad? Why am I mad? I'm misunderstood and no good...I'm a Gemini, ghastly given a glistening notion - I'm a poet with words of knowledge and yes, I understand almost everything
Saturated in distress...PTSD in the process...obliterate all pessimism...replace it with optimism
Tainted with timidity
Elevate my mood
Never say no to desire that puts you on fire...it's exaggerated in excellence and radiance that shines on till the break of dawn
When you are depressed
Do not let your tears down,
Hope that at the end of the tunnel,
That at the end of the darkness
There shall be dazzling light of day;
Whenever you are most disillusioned,
Do not let yourself suffer with pessimism,
For after the floods are gone a way
The fields will once again bloom green
And the earth shall be dry again;
Whenever you feel dejected and humiliated,
Stay quiet as a dove, stay calm,
In the end your soul shall be exalted
And your person shall be smeared with glory
Of triumph, elation and victory;
Whenever you feel that you can live no longer,
Look at the sun and its beauty
Shall fill you with life, you shall live more.
The Fight
Determination to remove your force
of despondency.
That osmosis of my joy being leeched
through your membrane of anxiety
to a cavern of what if’s and if only’s
preventing the next step, the positive thought
due to the never- ending saturation of the negative.
Maybe moment by moment, cell by cell
is all I can fight to exchange this pessimism for
optimism, so that my existence moves towards
the light of happiness, defeating the empty
thoughts and lies that try to drag me into darkness.
Dark flowers of foreboding may lay hidden,
shaded and mushroom-like under logs and
fallen leaves of disquiet and worry,
creating shadow, trying to remove the sunlight,
hoping to replace the blue forest flowers I grow.
But I won’t give up, for light always overcomes darkness.
a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals
optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test dummies
foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope
initial faith for survival quickly ebbed
nsync with retreating tidal wave
pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms
farther from beached berth
immediately transformed into quicksand,
while off in the distance
a glimmering chimera
(the first of many) appeared
amidst the desert sands one mirage
after another falsely broken promise
buoyed drained salvation
quick decision decreed each man for himself
thus disseminating banded bruited "brothers"
condemnation, damnation, excoriation, fulmination
hurled at cosmic creator thwarting intercession
dehydration, exhaustion, ingratiation, jubilation
foretold merciless portentous demise
witheringly desiccating lovely bones of mine
no doubt raw elements of nature wrought
fate worse than death sans, cabin "mates"
lost among expanse of whittled quartz
across chronometer measuring millions of years
now subjecting one measly mortal i.e. me
to cruel unforgiving, unrelenting,
unwelcoming petty coated junction
blistering hot wind obliterated
fellow travelers convoy deeply
within diabolical dunes
eternally erased doom
awaited for 21st century explorers
to discover scattered wreckage
both beast of burden, outrigged contrivance
and starry trekkers, who vanished without a trace
a handful of scrappy rapscallion existences
blotted (like ink, oil, or other liquid sponged),
where subsequent seasons
of wicked bewitched slow torture
akin to being raked over hot coals
exception made for this interminable sufferer
at the whim of sadistic
persona non grata evil spirit
n'er obliterating diehard survivor instinct
a foreigner to yours truly
but atavistic primitive fight or flight
witnessed relieved whence absently blinking
this life married to indiscriminate
clamped, harried, styled devilishness
evaporated in thin air
upon tentatively opening myopic brown eyes
horror, twas boot a dream.