As all roads lead to Rome
(if not home)
and when there
I do as the Romans do
and pasta alla carbonara
is my favourite meal
not scallopini veal
could not have too much
pork on my fork
and as a kid for the nonce
received the nickname
'Bacon Bonce'
but when in Spain
my brain remains
mainly on a higher plane
(the mountain)
where I enjoy Jamón Serrano
(como el paisano)
produced with a quality guarantee
under the strict control
of and labeled
Consorcio del Jamón Serrano Español
I feel like I'm drowning in the stormy sea,
Tiamat help me write on the Void, please ,
My mind empty ;coming up with thoughts I freeze,
I feel I am drowing;what is the key ?
I drank some Jameson whisky to lube my brain ,
Today I feel like an empty beer barrel,
The words I need I find hard to channel,
It did not help the existential pain.
Tiamat said Listen and stop ing,
If my agents got thru you know what to do?
"I am All ,hear my tales ,see my image ".
Remembered the tales flesh is awakening,
Void is potential and naught at once too,
It is in your bones so make the linkage.
a lone plane zooms past
picking up or dropping off
concerning me not
Borderless
Sunlight
doesn't care
about fences.
A child laughs
somewhere
beyond the wall,
could be anywhere,
could be anyone’s.
At the market,
hands count money
in different languages
but tomatoes
taste the same.
Birds build nests
in barbed wire,
using what they find.
Planes cross
overhead
carrying people home
to places
that look different
but feel familiar.
We are all
walking
under the
same sky.
down on the floor
hands and feet would lift me ~
i was a plane
blew up balloons
she made me animals ~
i was dazzled
taught me stitches
loved skilled embroidery ~
i was craft sown
drew paper dolls
sketched with clothes to cut out ~
i was prized fun
read tales aloud
fueled my fantasies ~
i was book hooked
spent time with me
shared skills and joys with me ~
mama loved me
I fasten my seatbelt,
Remembering the Testament
I had scribbled —
The leanest Testament ever.
In it I had written,
Among other tattered rubbish?
I have nothing
Naked I came
Naked I shall fly away.
Seated by the window,
I borrowed courage from
The wings of frightened birds.
With one grunt of mechanical breath,
My feet squelched off the grimes of the
Soil,
And I befriended the skies,
My heartbeat louder than drums of war.
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Take a plane ungrateful one
to a distant land...
don't forget to walk the straightest paths
freedom bogs down quickly in shifting sand.
You may have to cover your body from head to toe
you may get a lash for dancing with your Beu
you may not be able to go for a walk alone.
You may be married off to a stranger
your worth measured in skinny cattle
You may lose a hand for stealing manna
Walk the straightest of paths ungrateful one
keep your faith close to the vest
or you'll spend years in prison
or even lose your head.
If they find out you're gay
it may be your last day earthly day
When you come back ungrateful one
will your vision still be opaque and narrow
as when you left
will you still burn- loot- rape - obstruct
will you still spit on freedom paid for in blood
will your privileged and entitled attitude shift
like the shifting sand just experienced.
will you still sashay the path of truth distortion
blinded by that selfish lens - so very opaque
Take a one-way plane ungrateful one
I don't think you'll ever change.
'Once you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth
with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been
and there you will always long to return,'
wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519).
In school I did learn
the plane truth,
and for your information,
it's a collection of spare parts
flying in close formation.
And was it not Icarus in his day
who, in so many words,
was first heard to say,
"Flying is for the birds!"
The plane pierced into the pile, exploded loudly, Human fleshes every where .
Dreams were shattered like glass shards,
As innocent lives were pushed into the jaws of death.
Some doctors, engineers, accountants, and bards,
Extinguished were the candles of their breath.
A wife was on her way to meet her spouse,
While the daughters and sons aspired to study abroad,
Alas! Fate destroyed someone's beautiful house,
As the passengers were destined to embark on a journey to God.
Shocking news that sent waves of grief,
To all the mourners of the deceased,
A plane that crashed after its departure brief,
Time itself seemed to have ceased.
Every single drop of blood is precious
And so is every soul,
Let us tear down the wall of pride and status.
Saving humanity should be our ultimate goal.
I got crashed; I became crashed;
There must be some reason;
I endured when I was lashed;
Still, all slandered me of treason.
I get flown by the Pilot,
Who, too, succumbed with me;
Tooth and nail he had fought,
But who won was destiny.
It’s a world that’s too strange,
Of course, in the negative way;
Slaughter is beyond my range;
I can’t even think of it any day.
Sometimes, I become free,
Free to have a vivid voice;
None can escape from destiny
That snatches our each rejoice.
None ever thank me for my aid,
When they approach their destination;
In dire disgrace I am laid;
Well, there’s no procrastination.
I lost my all; I lost my life;
I failed to land on London;
Humanity’s too full of strife;
All, all become too undone.
How could I save them all?
I, too, had to die in the crash;
I took off; then I did fall;
Then occurred the brutal lash.
It’s too easy to blame on me, right?
Well, I won’t justify my innocence,
Because I was bereft of any might
That could arouse our prudence.
The tragic end haunts my spirit still;
Is there none, none to mourn on me?
Like a candle, I did try all to fill
Up, but…again … destiny!
people lost in the rush
i wait in line with the rest
waiting and observing
people leaving
as others wait they sit and learn.
out to defy the laws we are bound.
in the sorting it is easy to bypass the ones that yearn.
a chance to get away,
with no guarantee of a return
no matter how high you raise you can never forget that day.
try and fly with the birds,
but even they will say you dont belong here.
escape above the clouds,
while you live beneath in the crowds.
search the skies for another chance,
at night i fall into that same trance.
up this high surely now god can hear me,
you have heard my cries you know what i plead.
hauntings of past pain,
whilst i sit aboard this plane.
I flew on a plane -
It was regular size
And far from a luxury jet.
If I had to guess,
I’d say 400 million
Could buy quite a few, I would bet.
With no royals on board,
We were packed in the rows
And content with our pretzels and drinks.
Every passenger paid,
No corruption or bribes,
Which for Air Force One everyone thinks.
All the world is aghast
As Qatar worms its way
Into He-Not-Worth Naming’s elite
And Americans sigh
At another display
Of democracy’s hapless defeat.
Life is like a plane
It can drove in the land
But to prove it is plane
It will fly in the sky
Roam as it destine to go
Once it landed it rest
Prove again next time
Fly again until one day
If mechanical failure
It will be check and tend
Till decommission to retire
By an authorized agent.
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