Ah, the innocence of youth
to recapture it, forsooth
Pursue new kinds of pleasures
~ ditch the gin with vermouth
I gave you a daughter
To have and to hold
I gave you her gently
More precious than gold
I stitched her together
And formed her with care
Created her lovely
Then born to me bare
Was bare as a baby
I held her to me
Then she upturned her gaze
Looked sweetly at me
You gave me no child
But something unfinished
Deformed and ugly
So twisted and blemished
Creature of sorrow
I’d spare you the image
All blackened and shadowed
Reflecting your visage
You moulded it thus
Concocted its nature
Then expected me
To cherish and nurture?
Despicable steward!
You hurt my daughter
Distorted her image
And raised her for slaughter.
Despising my glory
Dismissing her worth
Her face my reflection,
The salt of the earth
Revise your destruction
Bring her to water
Where her soul pants for me
Drink up, my daughter.
Returned to me, my child
Now forever mine
Born again in my blood
Sweet fountains of wine.
In vast realm between both false realities
efforts of a strained bowel movement collapse
like the arithmetic dreams of abacus beads.
Arthritic persistence contemplates procrastination
while stillborn attempts at cleverness
seem to flicker as defibrillator paddles exchange electrons.
You can’t revive what wasn’t alive.
I once worked with two carpenters
who could never agree on anything.
One would measure the length
The other would intentionally cut it wrong.
The end result was
they never accomplished anything
left their “problem” to be resolved
by those who replaced them.
I want to disappear
Into the fluffy clouds,
Unafraid to fall,
Unafraid to go astray.
I want to disappear
Into the vast oceans,
Unafraid to drown,
Unafraid to fade away.
I want to disappear
Into the towering mountains,
Unafraid to stumble,
Unafraid to lose my way.
I want to disappear
Into nature's endless beauty
To look at them once,
To look at them twice,
To look at the forever,
And still smile.
20/12/24
Today again I turn to the words of Kahlil Gibran…
and share with you his sage advice:
To be able to look back on one’s life with satisfaction…
(is one way)…to live twice.
Today again I turn to the words of Kahlil Gibran…
and share with you his sage advice:
To be able to look back on one’s life with satisfaction…
(is one way)…to live twice.
Walking in my life,
I met one life,
Of one man life.
I like his life
He speak about life,
Example life of wife
I like his face,
It shows how confidence,
Speaking with evidence.
Tone of his voice,
When giving you advice,
Like he has merchandise.
He has a lot of chance,
Which shows his experience,
Especially when problem face.
If directs his finger,
You are in danger,
You should be stronger.
His mind in head,
It has a lot of heads,
Which you couldn't ever head.
If you see his styles,
Shows a lot of files,
Which you will smile.
Could not I know!?
Being with him before?
To learn from him more!
I know him now,
I become his narrow,
He ends in jaw.
High crimes and misdemeanors
historically difficult to define
Until Trump Derangement Syndrome
~ when America lost her mind
dressed in orange dress
for my orange fruits' harvest
yum my juice is twice nice
Mum had always said sex carries a price.
That waiting til after marriage was nice.
A photo! Wait a minute.
Their wedding, I was in it!
That's when she told me they were married twice?
Eastern Europe’s shtetl life
romantically recalled
Fiddler on the Roof
beloved by all
Recreated today
in Boro Park,* modernity! *a neighborhood in Brooklyn, NYC
Come see Chassidim
live, learn and pray
Stroll its streets
Blink twice
Glimpse Europe's past
for half the price
I am making food.
Please don't let the time slide.
Can't you be more here?
See there is to much to ask for I don't
I see you
I don't I am not sure
I don't know I don't
Haven't you heared, I don't believe
Haven't you haven't you
I am a little Baby
No I am not
No no no no no no
Maybe if I were
Sudden changes
Wouldn't be rough wouldn't be rough
Mommy, get yourself a Ticket
Thing weren't be rough
Oh, au
It's Better To Die Twice Than To Live Once.
Loose teeth and wispy hair
Shadows of memory’s cupboard bare
Mouth open, teeth gone missing
Malodorous breath rules out kissing
Didn’t I see him just three months ago
dancing a jig, cavorting to and fro
Blink twice, turn around ~
Too quickly our vitals shut down
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