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The old woman walks past
our house
pulling her grocery trolley,
once more,
head down,
leaning forward,
like she does
in heat or chill,
bright or gloom-
She looks over at me
and smiles
for the first time.
I had wondered,
not seeing her for a while,
if she had passed.
Or, like our neighbor
to the left,
if her smile was a sign,
not even mysterious-
The joy of the street
filled with kids on bikes
and the slight pause
when the body is taken away.
He too had smiled,
toothless, wild with life, unafraid
and then his mattress
was on the curb.
Crows sat on it for days
daring him to return.
I knelt in the shallows,
on the white sand.
Sun-soaked and alone
amidst many
stretched out in play.
I adored the Lord
unaware of myself.
Only the invitation
to praise Him,
far away from home.
At home, in Him
in the pristine sand,
in the shallow rows
upon rows of calm.
Claimed this spot,
remembered by not
any but the Most High.
Feeling high
in the shallows
that go on forever
into the light.
I enjoyed this day
more than any other
earth dweller.
Close to heaven
as ever can be,
calling on the Creator,
my Friend, my Savior,
my God. I knelt
in the shallows,
unafraid and settled.
I am like an anchor,
a small boat, a fish
in a pond,
feeling larger
than my life
and all that’s ever been,
here in the shallows
end to end.
I lay down my thoughts like an endless river, as the sun sifts light at dawn,
I wish for you to smile, untouched by memories, without my heavy shadow, without the burden.
I see you walking down the old street in the sun, with ice cream melting on your fingers,
Among those who never doubted you, with eyes lit by untouched dreams.
I gave up the dream where I held you, in the crowd that whispered about us.
Perhaps it wasn't them, perhaps I was the executioner, my prayers, empty recitations.
I wonder if you would have met me, before life's masquerade ball,
What chance did a tall rose have, with a lotus blooming in murky waters?
Could your grace have transformed the swamp into a garden of shining stars?
Would your winds have carried the scent into my silent and deep ruin?
Or would my world carved from you have stained your soul's brilliance,
With the rust of unprotected things? How would your pure light shine in shattered mirrors?
Perhaps in a kinder life, you will find someone unafraid of your light,
Whose ruins know how to bloom, not bruise under my weight.
And if I am reborn in that hour, I will remain a shadow, watching you smile, from afar.
An end of life prayerful song!
Heavenly Light
Dark days have come....
my life is ending
My days are numbered...
but, I'm unafraid
I have no regrets...
except I must leave her
My days are numbered...
but, I'm unafraid
So don't you worry,
don't fret about me...
I'll always be with you...
in your...memory
Chorus
Heavenly light...shine down upon me
Shine on my pathway...to eternity
Oh Heavenly light...shine down upon me
My life's in your hands Lord...
remember me...
I've had some hard times,
but, I've had your blessing
You've given me love...
and...I will miss her
Please comfort her Lord,
for she will get lonely
Please help her endure,
till, we meet again
Chorus
Heavenly light...shine down upon me
Shine on my pathway...to eternity
Oh Heavenly light...shine down upon me
My life's in your hands Lord...
remember me...
All of my life, Lord,
I've been your servant
I've done my best,
to do your will
You've given your son,
and, I don't feel worthy
Thank you for your love, Lord,
I will praise you still
Chorus
Heavenly light...shine down upon me
Shine on my pathway...to eternity
Oh Heavenly light...shine down upon me
My life's in your hands Lord...
remember me...
My life's in your hands Lord...
remember me...
My life's in your hands Lord...
remember me...
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
February 28,2018
Revised with music and vocals
July 31,2025
The Sacred Combustion of the Moment
A storm of blood ignites our marrow in the silence of the heavy night,
It strikes our chest like a blind lightning bolt that asks no leave, no pardon,
We no longer turn our faces toward the scattered bones of rebel days,
We throw ourselves naked into the flames, as into some ancient, holy feast.
It's a love that tears down old temples and walls without a border,
That tramples underfoot deaf conventions, laws of ice, cold patterns,
When our whole body screams "stop" with its very last breath,
We build from our own chaos a citadel that defies both time and forgetting.
We pay no mind to the world's gossip, cold shadows, petty miseries,
To the judging eyes from houses without soul, without dreams,
We live at the white-hot temperature of a single moment, burned to the forehead,
That feels to us like an entire ocean in waves barely promised.
Stone statues collapse into dust, laws and ancient canons,
Beneath our scorched footsteps that leave embers on the earth,
We are only us, a flame flowing through our veins like a river of eons,
That learned long ago to carry in its palms the breath of the sacred wind.
All that remains is this pure current, electric, magic, and wild,
A windstorm in which the whole world slowly, silently unravels,
A mad dream, hallucinatory, and, in its depths, blessed,
That has no time for gentle tenderness, only for fire that burns, mute.
And maybe tomorrow, from these ashes, someone will speak of a fire,
That I burned brighter than a fallen star at the height of summer, unafraid,
But today we live in the raw pulse of one single, repeated siege,
Loving each other madly, until everything, everything turns to flame.
SEVERE STALKING FROM HITMAN IN HIDING FROM FORT.MYERS FLORIDA FLESH PEDDLERS STALKING THREATS ATTEMPTING TO EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM DONALD HIRED BY PETER GARGANO TO STRANGLE ME IN COLD BLOOD GOD ONLY KNEW THE MANY DEAD BODIES IN HIS PATH REALIZING HE COULD NOT PERPUTRATE FRAUD UPON MY DECEASED FATHER BORN 1942 DONALD GREW BITTER ANGRY AFTER CONTRACTING A VENERAL DISEASE FROM AN FBI AGENT SUN BATHING WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND ACCOMPLICE IN CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDER OF 9 THE NINTH VICTIM DONALD WAS HIRED TO SILENCE ME OVER THOSE ARSON MURDERS OVER THE TAILOR SHOP HE CONTROLLED THE GARMENT DISTRICT IN DETROIT HE SIGNED ON TO TAKE OVER THE GARMENT INDUSTRY IN ILLINOIS THAT RESULTED IN THE ARSON IN THE TAILOR SHOP KILLING 8 ELDERLY PERSONS GARGANO WAS FILLED WITH FURY PELLEGREN CONTINUED TO STALK ME TODAY I RECIEVE THREATS HE'S ALIVE AND WELL HIDING OUT SENDING TERRORIST THREATS UNAFRAID OF GAMBINO HITMEN HIRED BY PETER GARGANO THREATS FROM WISCONSIN WOMENS PRISON EARLY RELEASE FOR THE FLESH PEDDLERS SCORE JUST 4 YEARS FOR STABBING FIVE PEOPLE STALKING HOME INVASIONS IN MY HOME GARGANO HITMAN SHOPPING AT THE WISCONSIN WOMANS PRISON FOR VIOLENT OFFENDERS NO FEAR OF MAN DIE SEVERE REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDER HARD DRUG MANUFACTUER IDENTITY THIEF HOME INVADER NO FEAR OF THREATS FROM WISCONSIN SEVERE REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDER BRUTALLY TORTURED HER CRIPPLED MOM FOR YEARS RESULTING IN HER DEATH FROM YEARS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE FROM HER OWN MEXICAN DAUGHTER SADLY PELLEGREN DECIDED TO SELECT VIOLENT OFFENDERS FOR HIS FLESH PEDDLINGS SCORES INDER GARGANO CRIME FAMILIY I SURVIVED THESE VIOLENT OFFENDERS ATTACKS ON MY FAMILY BACK OFF FOUR YEARS WAS A SLAP ON THE WRIST FOR STABBING FIVE PERSONS AND BRUTALLY TORTURED HER MOTHER TO DEATH GOD BLESS THE DECEASED PETERS HITMAN DONALD MASSIMO PELLEGREN
When an owl with a scowl had his eyes on the prowl
In search of a savoury bite
A little brown mouse poked his nose from his house
Unafraid as a full moon shone bright
And the owl rocked his head till his night vision said,
“My supper just came into sight.”
But cicadas don’t sing when owls take to the wing
So, in silence, the mouse stood to fight.
A screech in the night as the owl got a fright
And an end was put to his endeavours
A most gruesome sight as the ground left and right
Was carpeted with blooded feathers
The mouse ate his fill of his ill fated kill
Then dragged the remains to a warehouse
The cats and the rats will be glad of the meal
Supplied courtesy of the Weremouse
On the wind's current,
face-swept and braving fret;
I push forward...facing a tough day,
never fainthearted: merrily drifting away!
I challenge my strength,
to fuse more enthusiasm;
to beat the puzzled clouds with ingenuity,
and they, frustrated, initiate a plot against me!
I laugh, making them infuriated,
and they respond with stronger blows;
thinking they can't be imitated!
Don't they know that I watch all their moves?
Call me a marine or a sky-diver,
I may not look too convincing for a liar;
the open sky lets me on the wind's current,
lifting me off the earth to deliver my stunt!
Where are my rivals? Are they hiding or
planning my imminent defeat?
I may be too naive to cheat,
but I am as swift as a hunting panther!
On the wind's current so rough,
aware and attentive, I make my living;
chasing the fearless eagles with a bluff,
vulnerable...yes, but unafraid and willing!
Copyright by Andrew Crisci
While the gentlest sigh,
Shatters the surface of stillness,
Blending light with hues of wonder,
Broken thoughts, blessings, brilliance
Moments poured out on the seas
Music, melodies – lushest peace,
Aching songs, whistling through the winds,
Caressing the soul with a joy
Boundless breath of serenity, soothing
Sounding so much like the easy grace,
Falling through the oaks and birch,
Erasing the melancholic dreams,
Inspiring the soul to see, grasp the edges
Of a silence…
As she exhales smoking trails
Of restful things, gestures of grace
Sincere and unafraid…
Silence lingers on the edges of a day
Before night overshadows her light
With inklings of stars and moon,
Urging away the trembling truth…
Silence is beautiful
Silence is soothing
Silence is the ache – just beneath
A heavy taste of amazing…
A hearty hope, a promise, seclusion
A dream that leaves its lesson
A faith that leaves its blessing
A love that is the question…
Silence, resurrection… God’s gentle protection!
Being explores
The cause becoming
In transcience here
Brief is our stay
On earthly shores
Where being explores
The way to go
In script unsure
Is mostly trial-and-error
Follow the heart
That seems to know
Just how and why
The answers come
In unsure steps
That reveal hindsight
So many questions
That come to light
In odd equations
Some seek to find
The unknown sea
Yet fail to be
True magic is found
As courage acts
To fact and form
Be unafraid
For fear casts a veil
Burst all illusions
Life yields to love
Surpass the mists
Go beyond fear
A deep dark cave
Protects the truth
From undiscerning fools
Illumination comes
With layers peeled
Life's like an onion
See that you see
Beyond all sensing
Truth waits for you
Recognize your gifts
Use well your talents
Reason why you're here
Each to a lifetime
Well worth living
God makes no mistakes
Being starts flow
Becoming now grows
Blessings here show
Seek the true light
That lights your way
Dare to be just you
Just like a flower
Bloom where you are
Live your best face
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2014
Singapore