Thursday night, wine night
a cheap bottle of sweet red
and a good movie
585.
Maundy Thursday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte in violet this Maundy Thursday
The day before the death of our Lord
Remind us of his passion & suffering this day
Never separate us from His saving cord
With your Holy Cross we are sanctified
Through the passion & suffering of our Lord Jesus Christ
This day before He was crucified
Before His Holy Death when His life He sacrificed.
Amen.
-11/05/2017
(Dumarao)
*Occasional Prayers ton Santa Muerte
582.
Thursday Night Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte, Lady of the Night
Bring us strength this Thursday night
The Strength by your Green Leaf
A Godly strength that brings relief
Oh my beloved guardian
Keep us away from the clutches of Satan
With your Green Leaf, embrace us this Thursday night
Be at my side everynight.
Amen.
-11/04/2017
(Dumarao)
*Nightly Prayers to Santa Muerte
575.
Thursday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Oh Santa Muerte who is with us everyday
Our Sacred Protector, bless us this Thursday
Grant us this Thursday your Strength
Your Green Leaf to us God sent
Your strong embrace with your Green Leaf
A strength from God that brings relief
Oh Santa Muerte in Green, Lady of Thursday
Be with us from day to day.
Amen.
-11/03/2017
(Dumarao)
*Daily Prayers to Santa Muerte
Last Chance
In between the shadows
of forgotten yesterdays
Light’s glimmer calling out to me
on bended knee I pray
— Two angels appear before me —
their arms are open wide
A glimpse of all eternity
— alive within their eyes —
Last chance to heed the Caller
last memory to ordain
Last chance to heed the Caller
— my destiny proclaimed
***
Your Servant
If I was granted one star
from the heavens
To illumine the very blackest
of days
In debt to the universe
but free of the dark
A servant I’d kneel
— celestial to pray
***
Lettered In Sound
Creating new music
inside of each word
Harmonic inscription
— to read and be heard
***
What Imagery Proffers
The deception of reality
lost in plain sight
What the eye often swears to
a mirage will requite
Sentience teases
with each sound and each smell
What imagery proffers
— and vision compels
(The New Room: May, 2026)
The Choice
Prescience an Angel
that rides on the storm
To bring us good tidings
or danger to warn
Spreading its wings
that determine our fate
The choice to jump on
— better early than late
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Time Unwound
Looking ahead
today is ignored
Tomorrow unpromised
this moment secure
All joy in returning
where riches surround
To presence surrendered
— where time is unwound
(The New Room: February, 2026)
Now & Forever
I married
character
You married
cheese
I vowed
for life
Your words
to tease
I married
beauty
You married
lust
I am
still married
Yours
— is a bust
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
I often wonder if I’m at fault for the chances we never got to take.
You’ll never get to experience my love and I, yours.
I ache to think it’ll always be too late.
Like a breeze drunkenly dancing through the daylight,
A day befriended by a quiet drink before evening,
Wishes to play with me, caught in the arms of noon.
Boundless blessings unto thee,
Upon Thanksgiving,
With light encompassing all thou may'st see!
Set delightful victuals upon thy long table.
May thy astral kin be in accord
To share remembrances,
Pondering heavenly ancestors,
Recounting the past,
Whilst dreaming of the future
With star-spangled UFOs soaring through the sky,
Reaching cosmic heights,
And stellar pumpkin pies gleaming with cranberry sauces;
See all those victuals that fashion forethought!
May thy fortune be galactic;
may thy celestial children keep faith;
may our astral future bear a noble state!
Mondays are always blue
Tuesdays proved to be so too
never can find a way
to make it safely through
Wednesdays came and they went
now all the money's spent
yet wouldn't you know
it never even made a dent
Thursdays became a bust
and Fridays I just can't trust
they always let me down
leave me in the dust
Saturdays are shadow play
what more can I say
the less said the better
best forgotten anyway
but Sunday I look forward to
it's my day of rest
my salvation too
the one I love the best
tho' twenty-four seven's
OK for some
I'll get by
with twenty-four one
This is the day
We break the bread
Cup full of wine
To numb the head
This is the day
When truth reveals
The veil of lies
A mind conceals
This is the day
We knew would be
That thorny cap
Of destiny
Awaits the king
Of hearts and minds
Releasing all the
Chain that binds
This is the day
A final feast
Then walk to face
The mighty beast
A farewell toast
A hug goodbye
Of knowing me
You will deny
We pivot now
Towards the end
Death's lonely path
My feet to wend
A different way
Would be so nice
Now suffering
To sacrifice
This is the day
We eat our last
So I can save you
From your past
So, go I must
My words they stay
New life awaits
This is the day
Eyes blink into light
Dreams escaping in the dawn
A sigh greets the day
The smell of red roses riding the breeze
He planted me a garden of flowers for me
Under blue skies brown birds fly free
River disguise a stony bed under feet
So I admire the windmills soft whizz
Dare I denim desire a long lost kiss
Aiming much higher than rainbows
You set fire of desire to mahogany soul
So sorry to make you feeling upset
Though you said it wasn’t my fault
But the consequence from that
Is the silence that I have got
And the full moon was performing
The pantomime through the clouds
And invisible stars were falling
Down on the black and white ground
I won every card game today
Including the crescent solitaire
I didn’t know what kept you away
I was staring at the monitor
It was 9th of Jabuary, Thursday
Time was at its fastest run
It was Jimmy Page’s birthday
Now he turned eighty one
Where were you, who can tell
What you were doing today
If you have heard my bell
It was all I could think to say.
Not Just Another Thursday
By Franklin Price
07/04/2024
It's not just another Thursday
It's the fourth day of July
Celebrating independence
These few words will tell you why
Our founding fathers took a chance
And declared to separate
From the hand of England
On this very month and date
In seventeen and seven six
Independence was declared
Here and now is where we are
This is to look how we have fared
The government in Washington
Has replaced the English King
The independence of the people
Is not presently their thing
The parties do not oft agree
The people suffer for their voice
The election soon is coming
It's time to make a better choice
The ones who think they're royalty
Quite a few there is no doubt
Have reduced our independence
In November vote them out
If we care for independence
We must vote upon that day
We the people must particpate
To have our declaration say
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