Why couldn't you have proven me wrong?
Shown just a spark of humanity.'
With just treatment .' c i f a, and your mounted twats that be.' Slitherd and skidded
You are genuine rats..Though maybe rats
Are better.? I guess we will see.. Whether
You are still accepted, among mentally
Stable humanity, i will boycott Canadian,
I refuse to go to that land; you pollute.' By your prescence, and egregiously so, to boot.!!!
What are you doing in my grandfather's house?
Dear, I'm your husband.
Get out of this house!
Mom, grandpap's been dead thirty years.
I don't know who you are.
Forty-five years are lost,
Her parents are married,
She's never been,
Her son isn't dead,
Because he never lived.
It's been hard on me,
It's been hard on him,
Her loses never happened,
Yet in some moments, at some times,
It all comes back again.
Mom, it's me.
Well hello there.
How have you been?
I don't know...
And I'm unknown again.
Cancer carves fear on the soul
Marking the life in black grief, dread
Words like hope, the cancer stole
But we’re holding onto Him by a thread
Cancer inscribes a panic into life,
Distress, so anxious and apprehensive
Words like faith, might end each strife
Oh, this disease puts me on the defensive
Cancer writes worry through each dream
Darkening the spirit with heartbreak
It feels so terrifying – I could just scream!
God surely knows all that is at stake
Cancer engraves tears into the believer
Silencing the prayers so softly spoken
God will soon destroy this dark deceiver
And quiet the heart who has been broken!
Cancer pens heartbreak in my prayer
While I reach for the light in the shadows
Knowing, deep down, He is always there
While I can’t understand, He always knows
Cancer marks the heart with tears
Pouring salt into the wounds – such grief
But God blesses away all the fears
With His gentle spirit, oh such sweet relief
The local officers, are kind and caring.'
On dirty acts, they would plot no bearing'
So other mounties, get draughted in' to
Invade your farmers and harm in dark sin.'
Yet the home ones are near.' But not in
Heart, they will not maintain your human rights, from the very start.' Or your property.? It
They will not defend, they value their pay
And status dear friends.' Out of town officers, can do all they will.' They cover
Each other ' in rancid hog swill' with their
Buttocks fat, as large pigs hams.' While they belly
Down yellow, and a'crawling; to
Old man; carneys Plans.'
Fairy tales
dwell in fantasy,
But reality
stands before me.
Is this a dream
or waking truth?
Should I sleep
forever—
Or live with
eyes wide open?
The choice
is yours—
So choose
wisely!
A coughing coffin,
When befriending HIV —
A double trouble;
They both bring death in a private jet.
Its cough is tough,
Appetite grows tight,
Its fever can boil a river,
And weight is lost as death awaits.
Treat it — that’s how to beat it,
For death is a debt.
So don’t shrug off the drugs —
Complete them at least.
Stigma erupts like magma,
Losing friends becomes a trend;
Though the battle may rattle you,
Revival will bring survival.
We are back home from the hospital.
He had a tracheostomy, incision to insert stomach feeding tube.
Biopsies on his throat and stomach.
We haven't heard from the biopsies yet to know which way the treatment will go.
Thanks to all of you for your prayers
God bless and keep you
Sara
The tears catch themselves in my throat,
and do not spill out of my eyes.
He's laying in the warmth of my bed,
and I know his hands will go cold,
I think back to the time I've wasted- no- cherished.
The grief of sickness flickers in my husbands eyes,
Still I do not cry.
His research stirs in my head,
And I laugh sadly,
Thinking: God will not wait for him,
And still my cheeks stay dry.
God, how peculiar, how he makes my mind wonder
Of all the thoughts his data might bestow.
his chest spikes in pain,
I see it in his eyes- then across his face,
And our family's faces twists
as if our hearts are the ones failing,
Maybe they are in some way.
The conclusion that maybe meaning isn't in the pages,
But in their memories,
Makes my chest heave,
But no sob comes.
I see him smirk,
And turn,
And whisper,
“I am not at all afraid to die.”
Then, with a shaky hand,
I lay my hand across his face,
and close his eyes.
Knowing he lives on in books,
and in me.
A sexaholic
I am under a dark spell
I enjoy the pain
carney has banned garlic harvesting from farmers lands..well maybe no shadow exists.? Is that why the 'cease and desist?'
It seems he's into extraction.? Maybe he
Fears garlics actions..And its all hallows as well.? I think this whole thing smells.?
Relatively forgotten herb
Unusual, often painful, sometimes fatal
Exercise caution in its use
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Nativity Bandhan
Stranger in a strange city.
Protect yourself.
Wear a mask.
Protect from whom?
One virus makes me foreign.
Unwanted, unnecessary and mean.
Suddenly I am an alien.
In the city alien, familiar city alien.
In my alien country.
An Island within the Country.
Feeling of shame, humiliation.
I realize the remoteness in me.
Muted, starved, exhausted.
My labour is what is wanted,
Not I.
Market-based labour market.
Daily wager, coolies,
Adhoc workers, contractual staff.
Long roads,
Sleeping rails
Killing fields.
Dancing death.
Fear of dying 'here'.
There should be four to carry.
'Why was I born?' feeling.
Blame poverty, blame the city.
Why don't 'they' suffer?
The rustic place which drove me out
builds the bandhan.
I know everyone.
No one will chase me out.
There or not there
I eat something all the time.
My mean labour earns me respect.
All are my bandhan
No man is foreign.
This is my nativity.
I remember when you were young
You and I had so much fun
You were funny you were kind
I never thought you'd lose your mind
But now I've seen you fade away
The shell of a man you are today
It started whith your memory lost
We knew that you would pay the cost
You forgot your own wife's name
Though you knew you loved her just the same
The doctors gave you the sad news
Everything you were you'd lose
Although you're not the friend I knew
I will still stand by you
I'll try to give you some support
I know you tried I know you fought
This awful disease has robbed your wife
Of the husband she swore to have for life
It's robbed your children of their dad
And robbed me of the friend I had
And you're just one and that's a fact
There are many who will not come back
This terrible disease must be ended
Though the broken lives will not be mended
And I pray they'll find a way
To stop dementia one day
And then this scurge will lose its power
And we will celebrate the very hour
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