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I gently stroked her neck, as she lay calm,
and ran my fingertips along her back,
although surprised, she didn't seem alarmed
quickly relaxed, with both her shoulders slack.
But seconds later I increased my grip,
pinning her face down upon the bed,
panic set in, she tried her best to slip
out from my grasp, she writhed, twisting her head.
She cried, lashed out, and managed to draw blood,
I gasped in pain, but still I held on tight,
despite all her attempts, it proved no good
she now lay still, had given up the fight.
Few things in life are much harder than that
of trying to put flea drops on a cat.
I have something on my mind
This world has lost and needs to find
The good ol' days once again
Without it there will be an end
Human race and humanity
Will fade away, there'll only be
Violence hatred and no good
Every single neighborhood
Will only find fits of anger
We are all in constant danger
If kindness stays on decrease
And we don't get back the peace
We all had in days gone by
Lets all give it one more try
To find the old fashioned livin'
When all neighbors thought of givin'
Only love kindness and care
Friendliness was everywhere
Doors were openly inviting
No one bullying or fighting
What's with all this craziness
I am trying to confess
My hearts broken more each day
Lets get together, find a way
To get our great morals back
That this great big world let slack
"Blooming"
In the quietening
of my days
there is a dream
there he whispers
cutting tales
with sharp teeth
in my mind
in he swims in calm waters
at the end of a long long story
You are far gone
lost for past glory
where future curls
its fingers around
your fate
where there you once stood
so fresh and wet in Life waiting
the longest re-wind
like an old tape
ribbons of black
viciously ripped out
now slack
a child long gone
family films on
scratchy videotape
ultra
sound
evaporates
I play it
on repeat
the cycle of complexity
yet it is far too simple
with each read to understand
what was not ever flexible
and that which was great
the sleep of
Rumpelstiltskin
awakening a stranger
others warn you
stay away from
the fire
stay away from
the danger
In the quietening
of my days
there is a dream
there lost love letters
from the soul discovered
open arms, looking upwards
smiling
The shark
planting blooms
each seed found
and like a pearl sewn
into the cover of a
new book sensed
yet still unknown
I calculate
all the imaginary
wounds
Love bombed
and swooning
in a flooded heart
blood red rose rising
razor edged and
naked bit large
red light
shining
some kind love
please let it be
the kindest love
blooming
in the gloaming
where an Ocean swells
inside this whirlpool
where an army of sharks
shed salt tears amidst
their ravenous timing
Moon draws you in
wrapping her beams
around you
she is swelling around you
her Ocean tide voluptuous
high rising
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
O poor poor old hag
She was surely old and and ugly
But she did deserve a hug
For she was filled not with evil and cruelty
True, she did kill Cinderella
True, she did kill Ariel
True, she did want to be the one bella
True, she saw herself not as old, but as the great belle
When she met this great knight
She swore to kill him right there
For he had come to steal her night
To make sure, the rest of humanity had some safe air
But when she did look into his eyes
She fell, and fell into a world she knew not before
She wished for all her slain boys, no more cries
And she desired to be as sexy as the town's whore
So she sought out the help of dragons
Maybe they could capture her knight
And bring him to her dungeons
She would make love to him and it would be alright
She sought the help of the wizard
Maybe he could bring up a love potion
She would be in love, and there would be no hazard
For love is surely that which keeps the world in motion
She ate frogs, as they would give her her beauty back
She drank lizards' blood as they would make her look young
She would no more be slack
And for her, church bells would be rung
Yet, she remained a poor poor old witch
For the knight was none other than a God
He had come to give her more than a twitch
But realized that she was one who wished to be desired
So he let her be, let her suffer
Said he, let her live in this world
Even if she was to live forever
It mattered not, as long as love was now her soul's word!
To claim more imperialist Russian land.
An invasion of a neighbor was planned.
Unbacked slander was said about them.
Creating for the world a major problem.
Putin claimed they were a pro-Nazi harbor.
But the truth really couldn’t be any farther.
Ukrainians have always been their target.
The Holodomor is a genocide not to forget.
Between wars one and two, Joseph Stalin
orchestrated the starvation for many fallen.
To feed communism, millions were deprived.
The empty breadbasket for Europe arrived.
So generations later the bully is back.
But now other countries cut no slack.
While they attack innocent civilians.
It’s obvious they are truly the villains.
Destroying homes and those trapped inside.
Soldiers with unjust orders forced to abide.
Attacking neighborhoods of peaceful kids.
Willing exterminators as the Kremlin bids.
But their target shoots back and hits hard.
The fighter won the crowd on the undercard.
Like a hard uppercut from Mayor Kltichko.
The Ukrainian’s counterpunch is on show.
The other Vladimir is a modern David.
Daily turning the Russian Goliath livid.
Shoring up defenses as the underdog.
Battling through heavy gunpowder fog.
Swaying global leaders to invest in defense.
Convincing nations Soviets make no sense.
In this invasion, the bully is being repelled.
As global Ukrainian patriotism has swelled.
Depleting the Russian tanks by the hundred.
Forcing civilian involuntary enlistment dread.
Fleeing their nation to avoid an early death.
As troops are rushed into their final breath.
Unprepared to invade into mortal combat.
Putin’s propaganda machine caused that.
Forcing battles soldiers don’t want to fight.
Knowing the motives for war are not right.
Nations give Ukraine billions in military aid.
Causing global inflation to devalue our paid.
So we cut jobs with layoffs for bottom lines.
To fund fatal battles in forests full of pines.
The Muse on vacation,
all thoughts have gone slack
The lyrics unwritten,
the music off track
All time is unsettled,
the Devil has come
His melody tempting,
false promises run
Two days still without her,
the weekend what’s left
The oxygen dwindling,
I take shorter breaths
My will power fading,
all consciousness falls
The ending beginning,
my last beck and call
But as the dark silence,
takes over my life
A light passes through me,
the shadows contrite
Its warmth so familiar,
its rapture my hymn
Salvation back early,
my Laura—within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
I have always been blue collar
Working hard to make a dollar
And support my family
With the generosity
In my heart that lets me give
Everything they need to live
Sometimes I will go without
To give them things, there is no doubt
They are first and don't come last
While they're growing really fast
I'd like for them to know
I will always try to show
How much they mean in my heart
Letting them see from the start
There is not one day or night
Darkness will steal the light
That I have down deep inside
For such special joy and pride
That has blessed my life and soul
My biggest and only goal
Is making sure they understand
There will always be a hand
To grip them from any sadness
In this world that's full of madness
Hugs and love they will receive
I'll do my best so they believe
My heart will always be open
As my voice is softly spoken
Never raising it at all
I will catch them when they fall
In my arms they'll always stay
Even when they're far away
The memories I've been supplying
Will never fade or start dying
In their thoughts, when they think back
Of how my love would never slack
how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?
too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?
most every elected official in most every country in this world
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?
there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?
Death sleeps in my bed
Which is why I'm wide awake
Trying not to lose my head
Because this isn't something I can shake
Every day we run out of time
But we always hope for tomorrow
Hoping it makes sense like rhyme
Only to be greeted with sorrow
Poor choices cut my life string
But not even I can stop me
So I listen to the angels sing
The end is nigh I can't be free
I could shake hands with death
And make peace with the final conclusion
But with each passing breath
I succumb to confusion
Hold me because I'm scared to be alone
Because in the end there is no violence
But also no way to truly atone
As I give in to the silence
Eventually everything will go black
I had all the cards but forgot how to play them
And this noose around my neck has no slack
But still I jump as if on a whim
The noose breaks and still I bleed
In agony I plea for anyone to care
But I'm damned by my lack of creed
And when I look around nobody's there
Perhaps this is how I truly die
Wondering if anyone will remember my name
And all I will be able to ask is why
I died with all this shame...
It’s been a while
I know your need
I read your smile
The way you breathe
The style you brush
Across my skin
The tone your words
Begin and end
The romantic feel
Of every move
Your manly hands
Our tongue and groove
It’s been a while
I released my guard
Clinching counter
Viewing yard
You explored
I didn’t flinch
Lips to skin
Inch by inch
We went away
Just us two
you swept me up
And saw it through
Palm to thigh
Thumb caressing
Becoming anxious
You undressed me
One by one
Each button and strap
You, the compass
I, the map
It became too much
For the kitchen
To our bed
You lured me in
Feeling sexy
It’s been a while
I can’t keep quiet
This night is wild
My bottom lip
Your hot tattoos
I’m ready for you
I’m letting loose
Like a glove
I hold you tight
You push it deeper
To my delight
And when you think
To pull it back
I grasp your hips
And give no slack
Now in sync
Raw and real
I cease to think
Only feel
We journeyed down
That extra mile
Just in time
It’s been a while