See me labelled by facial features, by skin
By my nation whatever it costs
As my whole life’s derived from original sin
I could easily be so much worse
That you won’t even notice me in the crowd
And subsequently I wouldn’t you
We’d be wasting our time each on different cloud
Watching life slowly passing us through
Then one day, as it usually happens at day
We come closer like never before
While our clouds dissolve in the clean sky of May
We can stay for a little bit more.
A mother's love is true and forever,
A bond unbroken, that's fading never.
Through storm or calm, her heart will strongly stay,
A guiding light along our cloudy way.
All her love says is a goodbye never,
Though distance seems to divide us, ever.
In dreams and thoughts, we so get intertwined,
No farewell echoes in anyone's mind.
Love is leading... never going astray,
It finds its daring path, come what dark may.
Through joyful spark and sorrow, rise and fall,
It conquers steering pains and conquers all.
Subsequently, it's only loving more,
Growing each passing day than day before.
It deepens softly, plainly pure and strong,
A timeless, tender, endless lovely song.
A mother’s caring streak, both firm and kind,
Often leaves precious prints on heart and mind.
Her love, a profound fire that warms and stays,
A gentle fertile sun through all our days.
I love you, maami, and am proud to say,
Your eon's strength and grace keep lighting my way.
For pur love like ours will never sever,
True and eternal, always—forever.
The Tricky Thing
About The
Attribution Of Guilt...
Is That Subsequently
Everything Unlucky
(That Then Occurs...)
Is Considered
Compensatory Punishment
You Deserve!
And A Lot Of
Things Seem
Unlucky, You
Know...
Some Are
Deservedly
Inevitable.
(Guiltily Is An Adverb, Too)
-Gray Squirrel
10-04-2025
Deep in to the shivering waves of mood,
have just met the other me,
through hundreds of inner layers,
unbeknown to myself
they swarmed like thousands of prayers.
A lifetime of constant spirited battle
where tumultuous emotions can not be settled.
All those other exhibited faces that have me defined,
yet many of them still non-obedient in being refined.
Now, my character with several shapeless sides,
will remain yet again on stranger tides.
Tomorrow is an obscure wonder,
where yet again,
another new me awaits to subsequently wander.
spring season.
brings blooming buds, warmer warmth, strengthening sunrise -to -sunset,
subsequently snowy season,
sooner than summer.
Written: May 5th, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
Painting by Peter Doig. A concise abstract on Abbey Road and its pivotal moment. He subsequently produced outstanding music. His music resembled pleasant dew cascading as melodic notes, like honey smeared on leavened bread.
******************
George Harrison
moving toward a liquid abyss
after Abbey Road--
where no sunlight can seep into the hall
surrounding the mirrored pool
he draws the guitar strings
with notched arrows
tipped in flint
striking sparks
like match heads ignited
on concrete sidewalks
during the golden hour
heavy with humid
condensation
coating every surface
with sweet dew
musical notes drip down
like honey spread
on warm yeasty bread
1)www.wikiart.org/en/joaqu-n-sorolla/church-roncal-stairs by
2)www.artgeek.io/exhibitions/5bfdb7a272a1460a46f77fab/5bfdb7a272a1460a46f77faa by T. C. Cannon
3)www.wikiart.org/en/johannes-vermeer/the-milkmaid
To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!
Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth
What would happen in the absence of my presence? I directed my gaze towards her, resting my head on her lap, and met her eyes. The depths of my heart would consume itself, seeking to alleviate the anguish caused by separation. Subsequently, my mind would assume control, becoming the sole arbiter of all emotional experiences. It would sense a profound sense of betrayal and transmit this message to the cells, causing them to agitate restlessly, unsure of who would facilitate the circulation of blood through the vessels. With the heart absent, the mind irrational, the cells frenzied, and the nerves severed, it would only be a matter of time before a fleeting and ominous thought infiltrated, whispering catastrophic conclusions. The heart, unable to quicken its pace to instill fear, the nervous system incapable of perceiving pain, the mind preoccupied to the point of neglect, and the cells having identified the body as their adversary – all these factors would culminate in my loss of functionality. Ultimately, in my state of non-functionality, I would cease to exist.
Written: January 03, 2024
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Wrenching writhing
of capacious weeping willows
In a dubious dream vault
I felt spurred to seek safety
from scorching sun
subsequently, in confusion,
I broke into a wide smile
that reverberated within
an inane, jumbled heartbeat,
venous thrombosis.
Imbue a pulse to svelte vessels
I didn't realize when it started
lacking friends and love
shattered heart, rotting core
halcyon recalls vanished
just dying is the goal
It's exhausting to suffer and cry.
Every sound in your name
whispered in the breeze
strengthened our bond
going toward dreams
amid fluttering twigs
I discovered serenity and solace
weeping willow's embrace
wind rustled its twigs as music
quiet fears of long-lost hopes
seeking refuge from the hot sun
I discovered this secret treasure
a vault for memories and dreams
It's a long way to hell alone
life isn't awful, but no one phones
I can stay here until earth scorns
stay with my weeping willow.
I should've predicted the dilemma right from the start.
When you parked your car, sideways, across my heart.
Too far gone to see, too emotionally invested to care.
A gradoise illusion to your thousand yard stare.
Feelings of belonging whilst rejoicing in laughter.
My mind simply concocting a happily ever after.
The kick from your beauty internally ingrained.
Any fears and dubiety subsequently waned.
The flame burns alight but old scars remember.
What once shone so bright is now ash and ember.
Dreams of connection shot the nest and flew.
The circle has no end, producing suffering anew.
Validation and consent to toy with my emotions.
Like a child blowing bubbles or a witch making potions.
Conceding I play no part in the life that you chose.
I stare to the sea, that's why they call it the blues.
A wave washes over me, in a figurative way.
As I replay the conversation had on that last day.
Like a beautiful serpent, you hissed 'you should've been flattered'.
As you turned. Walked away. My love story shattered.
The case report of a serial killer who worked at several hospitals as a respiratory therapist is presented.The suspect was initially labeled a benevolent Angel of Death who ended the suffering of elderly patients through mercy killing. However,his subsequently declared motive for homicide was very different from other similar cases in medical settings. The application of new analysis techniques for the detection of pancuronium bromide injection in a series of aged exhumation tissues gave positive results and led to the resultant conviction of the therapist.
Note.Dr Zafar Supari killer.
You are better a divorcee, alive
Than a loyal wife that could not survive
Beating upon beating, arguments thrive.
Over some things, strategic jokes deprive
Of peace, trust issues make loyal days strive.
To cope of what such abuses derive-
How violence subsequently overdrive
Pains more enough than body could revive.
Easily crying for cooling death's drive!
Some easily fall prey to the pranks of friends
Others seriously victimized subsequently fall,
Serious victims experience the saddest ends
They are the most pitiable victims after all.
Others seriously victimized subsequently fall
Like naïve dominoes lined up for a parlor trick
They are the most pitiable victims, after all,
Unwittingly preyed upon as being weak or sick.
Like naïve dominoes lined up for a parlor trick
They’re pushed down heartlessly without warning
Unwittingly preyed upon as being weak or sick,
Because they were struck without forewarning.
They’re pushed down heartlessly without warning
Often wondering what happened with innocence
Because they were struck without forewarning,
They can’t even think about a just recompense.
Often wondering what happened with innocence
Serious victims experience the saddest ends,
They can’t even think about a just recompense
Some easily fall prey to the pranks of friends.
Written November 3, 2022
Despite endless attempts to avoid it
We can't sidestep it forever
At one point or another
We all sail into stormy weather
When your ticket gets punched
You'll be flooded with sadness
Turbulently twisting and turning
In a constant state of madness
Next comes the hardest part
Your ticker just can't take it anymore
Furiously feeling the crack in your heart
Misery making you crumble to the floor
Dragged down into the depths of despair
Searching for a watershed moment
Surely there is a solution out there
To put your pain into postponement
Fortuitously stumble upon a toolbox
Time to tune up your heart
Grab the Elmer's glue for the fracture
Then duct tape other pieces that fell apart
Subsequently realize who sent the repair kit
Sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers
All chipped in to cobble it together because
Heart splinters get sealed with love from others
the night as black as a newly broken heart
increasingly
the crescent of a single sly smile
outshone the vast stellar firmament
an enigmatic, ephemeral shooting star
subsequently
with a twinkle twinkle in her eyes
counting down to our jovial Jupiter joyride
waxing poetic on a comet's cosmic course
and
life was
Full
inevitably
eclipsed by a brighter constellation
diminishing her gorgeous gibbous glow
our penumbra luminosity reached its nadir
ultimately
her heavenly smile inverted
my waning orb fell from her orbit
i splashed down in a cold, lonesome ocean
the night as black as a newly broken heart
Written 14 Aug 2022
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