Samael: "The orchard is open to omphaloses the stables are Sable's cheery O's and so cereal of woodwork, is fairy cereal so bold."
Uraeal: "I open the gates true north crashes down, the hell of highwater is where the shark surely drowned, but the westward gate is closed and so is the east and the south closes now, like heathery feasts.
The Pro: "Should be palaver again, the moon bright the brittle bread?"
Samara: "I bred in this fire, I tire of liars who are of the sort who won't kindle my fire."
Gladius: "The other festoon is under thine eyes, like he needn't cross-work on crosswords for prized possession, taken by the ghoul of Mary sent brethren."
Aurora: "If the course if taken by the northmost gate, let golden rakes fill the plates."
Helel: "Should we wait for the north gate to crumble, before he humbug the buggie and send swallows aflutter?"
(Anonymized character) "I created once before now I was become death, the pita bread moon like the harvest moon's friend."
---End of act V---
Samara: "Opening the thimbles under the waxing moon, you'll wish it was waning in clock town's too soon."
Samael: "Over the mountain and through the woods to grandmother's house we go, with hand grenades and razor blades high-ho, high-ho, high-ho."
Uraeal: "To be so uncomely by the waxing moon is retarded at best, she picks too many daisies to be wolfish at a fest."
Helel: "Helel, or so I've heard, let's make this short and sour, for the dithery young girl."
Aurora: "Time passes like Time was incarnate let's ask the others here, if folly is so comely."
Gladius: "Moving the orchard like agrarian gregorian fools?" "Who made the large ice-bath beside the stilled moon?"
The Pro: "I came I saw I thwart not, sold out shows are not my conifers."
(Anonymized character) "I still build palaces on the moon, where stairway to heaven crosses the dark side of the moon."
---End of act IV---
The Pro: "Timmies grow under the heather yes, we hear that too, the shale rocks earthen faults and spouts meters and rhythmic soornteens like ask the cold fall moon."
Samara: "Oldest wept upon bridge, the lovers crest cradles the lover's bridge, two brigades that hold together the trust of men and women at arms, like wings sent Demeter into the fog
Samael: "Came, went, it's always the same, the old lion's mane, the goat's beard is the fashionable game."
(Anonymized character) "Stellar! Like the fickle few! We shouldn't press too much wine to winny while we mew!"
Helel: "Tomorrow never dies, the like-minded sun repressed, never dies in the night twin flames of tomorrow's best."
Aurora: "Timidity be slow upon the river pale the horse-drawn carriage has foregone the bitter yales."
Uraeal: "Goosed up for the gander? Myne thyne fyne lynes are wolly and not prancer!"
Gladius: "Gooseflesh la'amore? Sinnder down the doors and let from that lovingly pour!"
---End of act I---
A streak of moonlight cuddled by the chair placed in the balcony, outside
The ricocheting time and I, and the solar moonlight, a moonlit foamy, a subtle tide
My daughter beside me, and a diamond stud, her nose knows her black heads, in a way, fortitude
A face and a lit, a solar and a misfit
a questioner, closest, midfielder, lifelong
my quenching oasis, amidst my torn life, vagabond
I saw my brazen Fenugreek, my curry, my grave failure, a Maugham outspoken in mom
My dish said a delicacy long ago, with your perfect soft, melted ambiance
my soul, my Mosul,my Samara , my mina and my minaret
They kept your calendar tales and fruit punch , they never quite gripped
The midnight hymn and the enclosing, merging with the foamy sea, rhythm
I saw a morn, a corn, of the needle in a haystack, where even the arch angel ask.
My daughter, sleeping beside me, my soul within, in the depth of the moonlight!
Raise an anthem to them
The torrentuos folks in their prime
Take your pen in hands
Let it flow freely on a book
Write of the bliss and diss
Of youthful ardour for piety
Amidst the daily hectic hustle
In the bustling scuffling heat of day
There lies an inner eager yearns
In every true born Indian yauvan
Gayatri Mantri, Gayatri Mantri
They head straight to their daily prayers
Though the heart do slide (a vile) at time,
The bonds of home do guide it back
With words to remind of karma's pine
And Brahma's doctrine of Samara
The heart again is set aright
The prime of life is set to lie
Om Bhur bhuva swaha
They chant so well their prayers
In all the many lofty hankerings
The youthful yen for love and life,
And the longings of a sense of belonging
Can never with its seeming grandeur
Stray the Indian's prime from faith
~ Faith
He feels a flurry of a breeze,
A warm zephyr wriggling and writhing
Amongst the newly formed oval leaves
Of a forest of samara laden birch trees.
It's like a melody for him.
Can it lead him to the one who left him?
Where will he find her? Where is she hiding?
She is his all, his only tender sweetheart.
Alas it was his fault he lost her.
All began with a misunderstanding.
But the icy cold north wind was blowing.
Snow fell and windows were covered with ice.
And he did nothing to bring in some warmth.
One day she left him in the cold.
Left the bar at a sprint
Where city of the raccoon fell
Paused in mist
of silenced hill
as siren screamed
Halloweened in Haddonfield
Ran the razor shadowed gauntlet
of elm street
Scanned the errs
My cabin in the woods
Bruce with loose hand in hand
left for dead in the morning
Sat for hours on the screens
but i wasn't there during the day
Saw a man amputate himself
Stared through anothers eye holes
While Jeepers creepers stung the air
Turned away from Samara
as she pulled from static screen
It made the penny wise
Out last the last of us if Ellie had her way
Slipping sun draped dunes
of San Andreas
as Trevor rants away
To little Samara
Once, I found a bible lying on the street
I found it in the parking lot of the grocery store
I took the book to the library
I did not know what to do momentarily.
As I am recollecting this memory now,
I do not know why I recalled her face again.
She posted her status on Facebook
A Smiling picture with her colleague
I can still recall her post
It started with a typo
“0n an official trip……”
And, I was noticing that it began with a zero,
A zero instead of an O letter, capitalized.
She was a kind soul, gentle and straightforward
Something was very natural about her
I envied her simplicity in a real sense
I liked her smile, such a genuine smile!
Smiling is hard for me, especially nowadays.
When thinking inline is tight with the apparent face.
Within two hours, the plane crashed,
Made big news on the internet
She left a little girl,
I was thinking about her smiling face
I was thinking about the little girl.
Her last photo, taken on an airport lounge
Had her naturally glowing, smiling face.
It had a simple girl starting her journey with a big, big zero.
The term "angel" is used quite regularly.
For example: Guardian Angel is a term you use continually,
often when you are referring to me,
and I am honored that you feel that way about yours truly,
but the truth is that you in so many ways have always been an angel for me.
While you live your life embracing all the love and joy life offers everybody,
I live my life so deeply depressed, 24/7, lost in my misery.
You and I are the perfect balance, at least for me selfishly.
Every moment I have ever spent with you has relieved me,
from this chronic depression I've lived with throughout my life's history,
and for those moments we've shared, however long or however brief,
I Know How It Feels To Feel Truly Happy,
and for that My Angel you will always be,
the angel who would save me, with only just the thought of she,
from this dark existence I live constantly,
You My Angel Samara, Will Always Be My Angel, until the last breath I breath.
Yours Always My Angel, and by "always" I mean eternally.
xoxo
Samara's Medical Fund
https://www.gofundme.com/yvjnxk
I wish, at this present moment I could be with you.
but I will watch you in the darkness,
and show you my love will see you through.
When the bad dreams wake you crying,
I'll show you all my love for you can do,
All My Love For You Can Do.
I will watch you through the night,
hold you in my arms,
give you dreams where no one will be.
I will watch through the dark,
until the morning comes,
and my love will take you,
through the night to see,
All My Love Showing You All My Love For You Can Be.
I will guard you with my bright wings,
and stay until your heart learns to see,
All My Love For You Can Be,
Your Guardian Angel, YourKidster, Billy,
Now And Always And On Into Eternity,
You and Me Baby
Dedicate to My Samara,
aka, TheSamonster,
The Crusher Of Everything And Anything Cancer.
Never A Quitter, Always A Fighter.
Everyone Who Meets Her Can't Help But Immediately Love Her.
but no words of mine could ever fully truly express the bond I have with her.
You screwed with her before and now you're back again.
You're nothing but a whore addicted to her pain,
but here's a thought for you that must have run amiss.
You can't touch Samara cancer, no You Can't Touch This.
She can crush you on her own, she doesn't really need,
any help from any doctor, any treatment, anybody.
She is The Samonster, who will again crush you into bits.
You can't touch Samara cancer, no You Can't Touch This.
When you screwed with her before, I was not around.
I've got some bad news cancer, there's a new sheriff in town,
and he and The Samonster who together will Never Quit
will always say, until our dying day,
"SCREW YOU CANCER! You Can't Touch This!"
https://www.gofundme.com/yvjnxk
You are the lifetime companion,
I never found in my youth.
You are the daughter I never had,
one I would have been so proud of too.
You are the best friend,
I have ever had in this world.
My Samara, now and always,
Forever My Girl,
and I will do anything,
for my Ms Everything.
I'll do anything
for My Girl Samara, anything,
because she means everything
to me, it's true.
I'd risk anything,
for my Ms Everything.
Yes I'll do anything,
anything for you.
Anything?
Would I care for you?
Anything.
Do all your chores too?
Anything.
Would I lace your shoe?
Anything.
Go to Timbuktu?
Anything and back again.
Yes I'll do anything
for My Girl Samara, anything,
because for me you are everything,
and I'll do anything,
anything for you.
Just to make sure that there isn't any confusion,
I feel that I must make this public declaration:
Samara is and always will be My Girl.
My Girl is my term of endearment for Samara,
because she's enhanced so much of my world.
I have had many cherished moments with My Girl
that otherwise would have been spent depressed very deeply,
until that day when Samara and I met at a pub called The Levee.
I was there drinking away all my miseries,
when My Girl Samara appeared out of nowhere and saved me.
My Girl has a way of making even the biggest nobody
feel as if they were truly somebody,
and that's what My Girl did for me.
Samara is NOT my girlfriend, ex girlfriend, wife or ex wife,
My Girl is just plain and simply, sincerely and truthfully,
The Best Friend I Have Ever Had In My Life,
who is currently fighting the fight of her life.
https://www.gofundme.com/yvjnxk
I am so tired constantly.
I awake and go to sleep always feeling very sickly,
and yet I know there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.
My best friend Samara is feeling very poorly,
no doubt from her massive doses of chemotherapy.
I think I'm feeling her pain out of sympathy.
I feel so helpless. My poor baby.
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