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The End is How it Ends
The end is how it ends and if it doesn’t we haven’t gotten there yet
As I sit here and the window open and the church bells toll
It’s a reminder that your spirit is lingering and with me
I have watched your torment as we lowered the casket of your first born son
I saw the rolling of your eyes as I once again started over to recapture recovery
The disappointment like an old photo of a woman standing in a disaster one tear transported down your cheek
Disaster of a tornado brought about by my lack of integrity and honor
I watched you and Pop slowly die and I was thinking is this my doing?
But finding Jesus and going everyday to the nursing home to feed you both
Until Pop left us after the quadruple by-pass. And his wonderful smile
One day he said to me,”out of all my friends,family and children! I can’t believe it’s you here !!
I felt honored that Jesus saved me as I read the second reading in state prison.
We must rejoice in our suffering! How do I rejoice in such a terrible life and being a loser. Then it says ,” because suffering brings endurance. And I said I have endured no matter what’s happened both to me, Pop and Mommy. And then it says endurance brings us Character! Wow this is what I have always wanted. To respect myself! Look in the mirror knowing I’m doing it all the right way. And character brings hope. Hope is what’s driven me all my life and my mother always gave me hope. Even in her sadness, she always offered me hope as did Jesus when I opened my eyes to see.
And I see you dead on that table. All that’s left of you and wonder are you watching me still?
The next morning as I’m drinking coffee I do my duty in the bathroom and wash my hands…
As I gaze into the mirror I see your beautiful eyes looking wonderingly at me and I see the shape of your beautiful face looking at me!!!
I realize I carry you with me and your blood that passes back and forth unimaginably and am proud of who you created!
The end is how it ends
For Vida ( my Mother)November 16 ,1940 -March 23,2025
Seven Yesrs Ago
Seven years ago on this very day,
The most wonderful man in my life passed away.
He was gentle and sweet and giving,
Played cards or bet horses for a living.
We’d go to the footy or soccer each weekend,
A tradition on which I could always depend.
Although Saturday morning he was very habitual,
In his chair in his undies with a wireless was his ritual.
Getting his tips and daily doubles for the horses,
I guess a precursor to a number of divorces.
His nature was one of pure generosity,
Without the slightest hint of anger or animosity.
Then One day he found the straight and narrow path,
Bought a coffee shop, and that meant hard graft.
His staff would love him and most stayed for years,
Then many years later were at his funeral in tears.
During this time I worked by his side,
I tell you this with an immense sense of pride.
His example was their for all of us to see,
Though it didn’t always bring the best out of me.
His whole family loved working in his very clean store,
His awesome sense of humour meant it was never a bore.
His wife, his sister, his daughters and his son,
All worked in that shop not for the pay but the fun.
As he grew older bad health caught up with him,
He did a little walking in an effort to get thin.
But with his Kantor genes his chances were slim,
I think his love of cheese is what did him in.
But with a quadruple bipass along with blood cancer,
Plus horrendous back surgery his body had no answer.
Pain was his best mate and constant companion,
He suffered in silence and was an absolute champion.
When his once dormant cancer reared up its head,
We knew time was short and that soon he’d be dead.
Then came a day I knew that he was dreading,
The start of chemo and his lovely hair he’d be shedding.
As he restlessly got ready for slumber that night,
His sweet heart mercifully gave up the fight.
Today well I’ll try not to feel too sad,
It’s hard but I’ll think of the good times we had,
I miss you buddy but just know that I’m glad,
For the times that we had and for being my Dad.
31/05/2018
At home, I have witness them all,
Witness the process of germinating
From precious seed sown amongst thorn and tares,
To taken root, even when there’s no chance
There is unverified full hatred,
Wild spurious jealousy from unlikely,
To nothing he would amount, voices their hearts;
Contrariwise, out of nothing came something,
I have been slain, buried and resurrected
Used, laundered and rejected like a dress
Kindred, neighbours, acquaintance fellows alike
I dreamt of monitors, daemons with sharp horns
On top, with needle arrows aiming at me;
Vomiting fierce sulfur Dragon blocking my path,
Seen faceless monsters hindering me,
Fearsome beast from ancient castle stalking me,
Even Goliath ghost with quadruple eyes on the thorax
Nails shooting out like razors,
Mysterious the Thing with dozen of various heads
And the deadly blood angry serpents
Issuing forth, curling like hair and like smoke.
I came to where the godfather turned in
The only begotten for sacrifice for gore,
And a son pledge the mother to gain wealth,
A man after gaining illusory riches
Began to pack hyenas into his closest
Boding migrating to extinction,
Gingerly being the same soft vessels
Began to hiss, hound, tearing and calling
Heaven and earth to loose
And pour down venom on likable.
They quests and guests for witchcraft
Taking would be expected thought of foes,
And brought home this deadly talisman
Applied them and used accordingly on intended
The one used must be potent than the one
Already prepared for protection against antagonist
Test negativity means scoffer is given to taste
The prepare soup.
" On Line "
I want one of those computers
Superconductor duper super science fiction
Like in the films you see
Where the female efficient voice
Tells me everything is working properly
Punch up my memory boost and she quips
“memory boost on line”
thermal nuclear blaster trouble spot ?
“on line”
and then without even questioning
she rattles through the anatomy and itinerary
of my technological wizardry multi functional processor
and “double” no “quadruple” dual core
“chat with thousands of people at once…”
“on line”
“recording every piece of music ever made in the entire world…..
“on line”
“smashing and generally kicking the crap out of virus scanner….
“on line”
“Trojan disinfection and nasty dental torture of their authors……
“on line”
“connecting to the internet for free…
“on line”
“eliminating all computer hijacker, adverts, worms and spybots and castrating their
authors ..is now…on line”.
“you are now ready to have a trouble free and relaxing experience with your computer and
the rest of the Internet….is now…………..on line”
And I will sit there like some Battlestar Galactica
Viper shinny suit as I surf the net
At twice the speed of light.
And there I’ll be fully downloaded, uploaded and completely free
Of Microsoft and its bubble pops
And net hang-ups and freezes
And ITCP’s ( What ever that is )
Gargling with information
The latest news and views
I will cruise
I will not surf
I will cruise
The electric highway
And maybe, just maybe
Have a trouble free
Conversation with someone I cannot see
To clearly.
I see all things as a pattern
to be recognized and reckoned with ideas
that are wise all things that can be
seen and unseen
I recognize the units that fit
the things that slide neatly together
the lines that form an intricate
pattern of patterns
of recognition, this has tattoo itself deep
into my soul, my brain recognize these patterns
of patterns that are sold, patterns
I despise, patterns I recognize
They are telegraphs through my mind eye
my judgment is intricate in design they
repeat and reciprocate process and replicate
duplicate and double back
triple, quadruple, and replicate
patterns within patterns plans on the backs
of man patterns from the hands of
mankind or from the hands of the Almighty
I see all there is, is patterns
I recognize the lines, the shapes the colors
for precision, the chaos's designs, desire looping
of thought the pinwheel of patterns within patterns
pattern recognition
splatters, shatter something chatters in fewer planes
decorated with intricate filigree and design stretching
out forever intricate
patterns
intricate designs messy patterns, where nothing
should be or can be considered a pattern
pattern recognition, repeat, replace, replicate, duplicate
recognition
a reprise, pattern recognizes patterns
within patterns or repeating till the end of time,
a pattern recognition, sublime
I see no pattern recognized!
we did not Dye in vain!
from “songs of the sea snails”
though i’m just a slimy crawler,
my lineage is proud:
my forebears gave their lives
(oh, let the trumps blare loud!)
so purple-mantled Royals
might stand out in a crowd.
i salute you, fellow loyals,
who labor without scruple
as your incomes fall
while deficits quadruple
to swaddle unjust Lords
in bright imperial purple!
Originally published by The American Dissident
Notes: In ancient times the purple dye produced from the secretions of purpura mollusks (sea snails) was known as “Tyrian purple,” “royal purple” and “imperial purple.” This dye was greatly prized in antiquity and was very expensive according to the historian Theopompus: “Purple for dyes fetched its weight in silver at Colophon.” Thus, purple-dyed fabrics became status symbols, and laws often prevented commoners from possessing them. The production of Tyrian purple was tightly controlled in Byzantium, where the imperial court restricted its use to the coloring of imperial silks. A child born to the reigning emperor was literally porphyrogenitos ("born to the purple") because the imperial birthing apartment was walled in porphyry, a purple-hued rock, and draped with purple silks. Royal babies were swaddled in purple; we know this because the iconodules, who disagreed with the emperor Constantine about the veneration of images, accused him of defecating on his imperial purple swaddling clothes!
You put a smile on my face
Every time you crack a joke, everyone is amaze
When you get a coin in my ears
And when you blow up all my fears
When I strum the guitar that you gave to me when I was ten
We play together the musical notes of life
I’m glad that I belong with you, you from heaven
Together we play the melody from the star light
You taught me to ride a quadruple bike
Even if the balance was not balance to three until it became twice
I know that you are there holding my shirt, standing
Never let me fall, until I learn my lesson of moving
We made our first kite together
It was blue; white is the tail, sticks holding the long thread
It looks like your dream for me and our hands holding it tighter
FLY HIGH! And it turns to cool certificates in the space near my bed
You’re a love adviser next to her and her
Giving some points, make my first fall in love with me
But for now she’s my EX, and you still giving another
Trying to bring up my heart, and learn to love my forever
Your foot steps are always at the back of my feet
When I’m down, you lifted me up as you show your teeth
You tap my spine and will say the magic word
“Look at me now” say cheese at your side is our Lord
And now it’s time to give you a hug
I know that you do not have a social net and hates TAG
Personally, I will say the title of this with happy ad
Thank you for everything, LOVE, LIGHT and LIFE
You’re the best, I love you dad…
Lion 'bout grabbing tiger by tail
Holy mole lee
watch out fowl, balladeer
look out... i.e. donkey kong
primate doth share
footloose slothful writing,
essentially swiftly tailored hare
reed styled mountebank
gets made by mice elf,
an imperfect triangulated square,
while "fake" charioteer
looses neigh scent horsesense
glomming "fake" papier
mâché piñata across animal planet
rhyme without reason,
nonetheless who doth dare
dovish and/or hawkish
elk quint lee otter vamoose
double, triple, quadruple... dare
to caw meow ta
as silence rings loud and clear
ja hiss don't miss snake
pig in a poke hogtied
sow owl only tell ya beware
me dogged holy cow
cuckoo bird harebrained
effort won't impair
corpus collosum, where
seat of thinker housed
fortunately ye ant near
my neck of the woods here
Schwenksville cuz after
innocuous, impetuous, illustrious...
brainstorming deluge... glare
til hearts content
with nostrils that flare
lemming just be reel
regarding rocky mission
opossum bull, I swear
dogged bonafide effort
thanks ocelot to bear
with beetle browed toadying
off fish hill who accidently
didst entrap and snare
courtesy hook line and sinker
masterly baited metaphorical
Earthworm dangling cyber air
coon sitter me batty
Ass sin nine, I admittedly duck lear,
but don't badger me, Noah
ark confess with prayer
yak see no porpoise here.
Keep life simple and supple
When aside from your dimples you brush conundrum
For joys to triple or quadruple
To the beat at the feet of laughter’s drum
Whose percussion glorifies and ratifies
Happiness in all her splendor and majesty
As happiness against odds defies
The travesty of dishonesty in the sacristy that begs for the amnesty
Dishonesty doesn’t deserve in its swerve
To bend the truth
To cheat simpletons on the Internet to serve
Purposes uncouth
To extents where ribald returns
Line up pockets of blood cash
As dishonesty spurns and burns
Chances to slash
Losses suffered in tenuous tricks
Perpetuated with malice aforethought
When dishonesty pricks and sticks
To the veneer whose thought
Untaught
Claws its way forward disgorging damage
With perpetrators brought
To a fatal end as they rummage
On Facebook
For lines of least resistance
Conmen think can brook
The nonsense in every sentence
They use as a hook
For cash promised on fake accounts with fake details
Soon spewed upon the spook
Conmen retail in their travails
As due diligence soon exposes
Tricks conmen employ
For the umpteenth time until a rose juxtaposes
Facts and figures conmen enjoy
Banding on the Internet
Fishing for opportunities
Conmen and their consorts can net
Ad infinitum from complacent cybernetic communities.
Stand for your beliefs
Despite tribulations and blues
Worry not about physical, psychological or metabolic reliefs
But defend to the hilt the values
Defining, refining and buttressing your personality and character
From infancy to adulthood
Where values and beliefs are a factor
In enhancing the attitude, habitude and altitude
You deserve and preserve in the rat race
Characterised by confusion, contusion, corruption, compromise
That deface, efface, demean, displace, denigrate the value and belief face
For the sake of access to a temporary prize
Fleeting in value and bleating in worth
Glittering in the short term, debilitating in the long term
That snatches, scratches, slashes and slays the ultimate berth and mirth
You deserve to stand firm, confirm and reconfirm
The cardinal role values and beliefs play
In leading your life to the destination
Meant for you without undue delay
As you march determinedly to the station
Destined to reward principle
Perseverance , persistence and sagacity
As the pupil and disciple whose scruples quadruple
In worth when you galumph in triumph to your salvation city
To earn at the end of your race the reward
For which you’ve striven
Despite suffering stabs from pricks of a compromise sword
Cos in God’s eyes plenty you’ve given and plenty you’re forgiven.