The weapons of mass destruction, is in the hearts of men,
living in the darkness, festering up our sin.
When hate, hurt, and anger, are the stressors of our day,
when our hearts are disturbed, the world is gonna pay.
All these things are boiling, stirring in the heart,
the weapons of mass destruction, about to do it’s part.
Anger, hatred, and revenge, begins to take it’s form,
arising up inside us, is a very toxic storm.
The power of our words, the weights that they bare,
weapons of mass destruction, now flying in the air.
There is power of life and death, in our tongues you see,
with weapons of mass destruction, we destroy both you and me.
427.
The Greatness of Holy Mass
The Holy Mass is a great sacrifice
Through it, our faith can suffice
Through it, we worship the Lord
We thank Him and listen to His word
We pray for blessings & graces
We confess our sins & ask forgiveness
Great indeed is the Holy Mass!
-12/07/2015
(Dumarao)
*34th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Government has been rotten for years,
While good governance no longer exists.
Leaving many hungry power politicians behind,
With people who have no choice but to abide.
To abide those self entitled and ignorant public servant
while indulging power and corrupt.
An opportunist dressed in a Samaritan suit,
who always want to dispute.
To dispute a topic he has no clue about
As if they're doing it for clout.
Maybe it's a consequence of voting celebrities,
choosing good looks over good qualities
Qualities like integrity and credibility
and not manipulation and dishonesty.
We can work this out together,
vote wisely for the better.
Better might sound like a dream,
for best is what our heart scream
Make your vote worthy
For it's been a tough journey
Another Mass Shooting
What's wrong with this country
Put your arms around the cities
Another horrific shooting
Another historical tragedy
Guns and bullets to destroy our lives
Innocent children have to see this
Our hearts goes out to the victims
Another church shooting targeted
With no morals
No fear of judgment
More bullets flying
The world is burning
Another unraveled town
Someone has to pick up the pieces
Violence will never end
More flowers placed on the graves
Look up to the Cross
There’s no reason for this
Leave all of this behind
Another motive unwind
No one deserves this
Stand united with open arms
Minneapolis Minnesota
What big smile you have Grandmother.
The better to fool you with my dear.
Big smiles, big hair, breasts and heels
All designed to suck you in.
Hook us good then reel us in
For their Catch of the Day
Served up fresh battered and fried with chips.
And still the distant voices echo,
“Kill ugly radio”, “Kill your television”
To the plugged-in masses
Sharing their memes,
Endlessly scrolling their lives away.
What big teeth you have Grandmother.
Yes, but don’t you worry my child,
They only look so big
Because you are so close.
(3/8/26)
Self and selfless exist on a spectrum
A path of maturation
A path of relative perspective
From personal to transpersonal.
When you are young it is all about you
As you grow you see there are others too
Until when old, finally see those others
Make up the many, and you the very few.
All of us are hardwired for empathy
And compassion too
Although the two are not the same.
Empathy, connected to our pain centers,
Makes us feel other’s pain as our own,
A basically selfish concern.
Compassion, connected to our love centers,
Makes us want to take on and share
The suffering of others,
An inherently selfless concern.
Compassion doesn’t lead us to harm others
But empathy can. Empathy
Is what lies at the root of mass hysteria
Leading one to join a lynch mob
Soccer-fan riot
Anti-ICE protest
Or nationalist army marching to war.
Compassion is what leads us to see the other
As no different from ourselves
No matter what side the other is on.
In the end it’s really not selfless
It’s just self expanded
To include it all.
(1/23/26)
mass hysteria
uncontrollable laughter
dancing to their deaths
historical or hysterical?
fact or fiction?
legend? myth?
I am dancing like the others
and we cannot stop giggling
In the hush between ticking seconds,
I found no time—
only the curve of light,
bending where all thought dissolves.
Mass lost its anchor; gravity forgot its pull.
Space trembled,
soft as silk under unseen magic fingers.
Equations wept for meaning soft in the dark,
their symbols,
reaching for warmth like stars unborn.
I dreamed of clocks that breathe, of suns at rest—
their fire untethered, their hearts without mass.
In that realm, where the apple fell up.
the moon danced without orbit or chain.
Light was in love, undiminished by form,
and I—observer and dream alike—
watched infinity fold itself into silence,
Hearing a child’s mind closed all alone.
September sunday break of dawn
A pious flock of pigeons circle gracefully
They’re gathered for high mass
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I dreamt the stars could whisper truth,
That mass itself could hum the tune —
A hidden fire beneath sunset and cloth
Of time’s eternal afternoon.
Energy, the soul of form,
Mass, the anchor bound in space—
Each mirrored in the other’s storm,
Each wearing the other’s face.
From sunlight’s kiss to atom’s core,
From gentle spark to blinding flare,
The universe began to roar—
A single law, both vast and far.
So simple—yet it holds the key,
To birth and death, to light and sea,
In every mote the cosmos shared,
The quiet truth: E = mc²
“Gun violence is the price we have to pay to uphold our Second Amendment rights to bear arms”
—Charlie Kirk
his life the price paid
Charlie’s take on mass shootings…
cool down rhetoric
Another Mass Shooting
What's wrong with this country
Put your arms around the cities
Another horrific shooting
Another historical tragedy
Guns and bullets to destroy our lives
Innocent children have to see this
Our hearts goes out to the victims
Another church shooting targeted
With no morals
No fear of judgment
More bullets flying
The world is burning
Another unraveled town
Someone has to pick up the pieces
Violence will never end
More flowers placed on the graves
Look up to the Cross
There’s no reason for this
Leave all of this behind
Another motive unwind
No one deserves this
Stand united with open arms
Minneapolis Minnesota
in this
dystopic
nation
masked thugs
tear
babies
from their mothers' arms
raking them
off the streets
disappearing
inheritors of the kingdom
you who believe
in the ever-after
there will be
a time after
when evil visits the evil
payday
isn't always Friday
I can't wait to
write a poem then
a poke in your
blind eye
Many years ago, I visited a church. The Saint Osmund Church in London
In Barnes. Beautiful and imposing Catholic Home of God. Felt from the heart
Mass. This was an intimate afternoon. I have never been here before. Never
The believers waited silently for the voice of the bells. The calling voice rang out
Holy Mass had begun. The priest was an aristocratic character, an old man
Preaching was incredible. His thoughts soared, and his audience fell into a hypnotic state
This Mass left an eternal mark on my soul
This Mass burned into my soul. Forever
This Mass always accompanies me
This Mass always lives in me
It's an eternal inspiration
mass confusion under an abandoned black mailbox
just mentioned as lackadaisical as day,
someone very close to me just told me about diabetes medication
i sit on this empty porch of dried tears with a quickly written letter in my hand
i am thinking about possible amputations and high blood pressure
so secretive, and i do not know where to go
so vague, and i do not know what number to call
so mysterious, and i do not know what hospital in which to go to
the mailbox is now black corn flakes without even intending to be
not knowing the definition of 'where', 'to', 'go', or 'next', i put said quickly written letter in the abandoned, flaky black mailbox
i return back to my weather worn black car and stare into the space of myself in the mirror of the driver side sun visor
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