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Cat: An incomparable companion that smoothes the bumpy road.
She looked at me with somber eyes
enchanting with her wily guise.
Hesitant love became her stance
as she wondered at her sole chance
by blinking lovely golden eyes.
Living life with abuse and lies
never knowing what love implies
cautiously observing askance,
she looked at me.
Asking only for warm allies
and love that her bearing belies
hopeful that this is no mischance
and she may enrich and enhance
my cheerless life with loving ties
she looked at me.
rain fell with riddles
chalk dust tumbled from my hands
I loved the schoolyard —
learned questions I had not asked—
left un-quenched thirst in my mouth
seashell in my hand
I pressed it hard to my ear
I heard sea strumming —
calling me like it knew me
until tide drew my voyage
clocks ran without me
their teeth grinding daylight down
turning gold to dust —
the clocks ignored me this time
grinding unfazed without me
shadows curled inwards
I traced darkness in my pulse
then folded the chart —
the stars no longer led me
to go gently into night
There was a time I looked at God with sea water in my eyes, drowning in a river of problems. I asked Him, with the last piece of devotion I had, why the Bible never told us that hell is not in the darkness beneath the earth, but in the light of the earth, right in front of us. Why do we keep accusing the wrong side and worshipping the light? Why is hell on the surface, God? Why?
Selfishness looked out for herself
She was thrilled to do what she wanted
When she wanted
In the way she wanted
Without censorship, suggestions or having to please anyone else
Selfishness did not buy into funerals, graduations or weddings
She spent no time with her family.
She did not care to make a friend.
She never felt lonely or sad.
She loved her alone time.
She felt cherished and entitled.
Loving her ways.
Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet?
Our son was about five years old.
We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy.
He ran over to the phone and picked it up.
As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial tone.
Yes, no dial tone because we are in a hotel room.
The moment I looked, the world was full of nameless strangers,
And on a night when darkness sparkled, tears flowed silently,
My eyes caught yours, as if I had found a hidden dream,
I wished to sing your beauty with my gaze, a silent melody,
I wished to write you with my lips, a story of desire and fire,
I wished to drown in the sea of your tears, a wild ocean,
I wished to dance with you in the wordless night, an ethereal waltz,
I wished to be intoxicated by your name, an elixir of pure love,
I wished you would speak my name with your touch, a murmur of stars,
I wished to be you in your embrace, a merging of souls,
I wished you to be the moon of my darkness, lighting my way,
I wished you to be the words of my poem, a symphony of secrets,
And when you wrote your name on my palm with your fiery lips,
When you sang the song of love just for me, an eternal vow,
I wished to die with your name beautifully embedded in my chest,
I wished to fall, closing my eyes, into your infinite embrace,
For all I could do was... TO WISH.
I looked at her and she looked at me
Our eyes met for a moment or two
She felt it and I felt it
That moment or two was all we needed
I looked into your golden eyes and was left astonished,
Transfixed, trying to drink in more of their deep beauty,
Your intimate gaze pierced through me, and, oh God, I was dizzy,
Their sunlit brilliance, with streaks of green and gold confetti,
A beauty that consumes me, in love, in ecstasy, under your spell,
Over my senses, you were like magic appearing when least expected,
Leaving a deep imprint on my soul, a taste that craves more,
Even after you've gone, I remain captive in the hypnotic mirror of your gaze,
You were like a mirage, a moment of eternity that took my breath away,
And now, though you're no longer here, I'm caught in the memory of your eyes,
That light which changed my world, a spell that never fades,
A dream from which I don't want to wake, even in your absence,
Your eyes, a gateway to a universe of desire and pure fascination,
Were an encounter with magic, a spark of eternity in a blink,
And though you are gone, I still live in their spell, seeking that light,
In every sunrise and sunset, yearning for that radiance that enchanted me.
To say this is man sometimes akin to citing example
or what art thou we want to shed more light or extend
to a kind of limit.
Once we admit the duty and responsibility or find no
way to escape, then can we roam like beast like normadic
people like peasant farmers like these common men
in the society?.
Or share the same concept and notion of something
or grant we were raw or sometimes the quack and qualm
youth's of a thing carnality?.
To the peace on the earth already we know the decay
already the night is half past eleven or this nocturnals of
a thing.
O peace on the earth! :
Humanity?,
nation?,
family?,
or what doth keepeth it, such pillar?, let distance
a kind of fear?.
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
What I saw was only left or right
Reflecting a nation irreparably divided
With no desire to again be united
I longed for a touch, just a touch, of awareness
An admission that ‘I might once have been wrong’
What I witnessed was unbridled aggression
From each side, a fiercely combative song
I searched for a hint of humility
A confession: ‘Maybe I don’t have all the solutions’
What I beheld was feisty defiance
Candidates lip-syncing dubious science
I hungered for clear answers to questions
A yes that’s a yes, a no that’s a no
What I heard was ‘MY agenda is what to invest in’
Implied was ‘To hell’s where YOUR question can go…’
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
silently praying for some kind of light
What looked back was darkling belligerence
accompanied by saber-rattling dissonance
i once looked up to you
a child only seees things through
inocent eyes
i looked up to you even afer what you did to the woman i was a reflection of
i looked up to you even after the bars closed where youd rest your head
i looked up to you when for some reason i had to walk past you pretending i didnt know you
I looked up to you even when youd pass me that joint
i looked up to you even when i would through up from the bottle you passed me and told me to have fun
but i stopped looking up to you when the white line you so graciously passed me filled my nose
and the pipe would pass from you to your friend who caressed my breast and you didnt flinch
i stopped looking up to you when your knees whould hit the ground so you could find that invisible rock that Definitely did not hit the ground
i stopped looking up to you when my life was no longer existing to you and i had to care for my sister.
you turned on me when i fought so hard to never turn on you.
i stopped looking up to you when you became a grandpa and we were sent out in the cold because the rock on the ground gave you more love then you wanted
Since I am a kid,
I stole some carottes in kindergarten,
or just was being rude.
I didn't really know what how what is.
I am just thankful,
I never broke down but ripped off my fingernail.
You twins have never looked better, said with contention.
Fred and Ted, dressed in tutus, trying for attention.
Their mother was the only one slightly a teensy bit amused.
Their homophobic father exploded, setting off his brain fuse.
(Poem in honour of the ancient Christian named "Alexamenos" who was mocked with Christ and named in the "Alexamenos graffito" in Rome)
A man who looked up high towards the blood-soaked cross of earthly strife
Lovingly devout to Christ, Christ who became the tree of knowledge and life
Even though he was mocked as a donkey, you saw his white raiment
Xtian who bowed to the lamb who rode on a donkey in a king’s garment
A man who lives with the living, who has died to the dead here present
May blessings be upon you who was reviled and in much torment
Even the lamb was hated, though without him no one could see the divinity
Now your name and devotion are set in stone for eternity
Overturning the mockery crafted to be a thorn crown of blight
Strong in the shouts of mockery, you took up your own cross of plight
Three little old ladies came to Chester’s door
He did not know it but he had met them all before.
One had lived with him and took care of his children four.
Another he had been engaged too, but jilted with the girl next door.
The girl next door was the last one to arrive, she was holding out tea.
It is rather delicious, she told him, our secret womanly apricot recipe.
The police had no clues that day in the death of Chester.
The three hags went home grinning and said, “now we go after Fester.”
Fester was Chester’s twin, and he had been evil to them too.
They frequented his Michigan doorstep at a quarter past two.
Come in! He said. I have been expecting some gorgeous gals like you.
They watched him as he tasted their offering and turned a brilliant blue.
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