Today’s blessing is from an Ojibwa prayer…
that goes out to all our human sisters and brothers….
Teach us love,
compassion
and honor
that we may heal the Earth…
and at the same time…heal each other.
All my life, I witnessed many times,
People walked into my life,
Quickly we shared our soul and mind,
Then, for one reason or another
They eventually disappeared.
Some abruptly and left me with wonder,
Some with excuses and left without a trace.
Others just not interested and gone for ever.
It took me almost one year,
To let BB goes without a closure.
The way JC come and leave,
Triggered me emotionally upset.
JN on the other hand,
This was the second time,
She repeatedly made false promises,
Despite I asked her to focus.
Make no mistakes nor errors.
She just did not listen,
Bad things kept on happened,
Led me to make decision,
Our friendship must end.
It was quite ashamed,
The way the relationships came and went.
You were just
Meant to be
a summer dream
A secret to keep
Never knew
I would fall so deep
Never knew a fairytale
Would become so real
Coz now u have
Swept me off my feet
We are
What we are
Never too much
Just enough to be
Wish the summer never ends
A dream from which
I don’t have to wake
A secret I can share
With the world
That you are now mine
I’ll let you fly high
Reach the stars
I will always be there
And I know you will be too
We are
What we are
Never too much
Just enough to be
i don't know when but
i stopped receiving invitations,
i was already running low-
low on the number of people i could count,
they say everything happens for a reason
i also know that much now,
but i hate that it all happened to me
fate made me realise in the cruelest way possible,
that i'm on my own on these empty roads
yet it's good to walk alone, knowing i'm alone
divide and conquer
the power of one percent
exactly where they want us
conveniently hell bent
Oh, let us write of finer things
of stupid songs our leaders sing
perchance a word of climate’s rage
of private planes for traveling sage
or better yet the planets health
while stripping it of all its wealth
but nay, t’would seem a bit uncouth
we’re they to tell the friggin’ truth
for both the sun and moon abide
in lover’s quarrel o’er the tide
the bees are humming in their hives
while we plug in the cars we drive
If God had said “all men are equal”
I doubt that He’d enjoy this sequel
As both teams claim unyielding faith
they turn their backs on the homeless wraith
Unless, of course, there’s an I-phone near
And an edited clip that they can share
Why not stay home, stifle that shout
And in November…VOTE THEM OUT
When sun was at its highest,
midst the burning heat of noon,
'neath the shady bough we kissed,
one heady day late June.
A pledge of love undying
you promised faithfully;
vowing that your heart,
you'd give to only me.
As we spoke of passion,
your hands and mine explored,
desire filled my soul,
the heat inside me soared.
We came as one together,
beneath a sky of blue.
Our hearts and souls connected,
my body joined to you.
Our love we did surrender,
on that heady day late June,
when sun was at its highest,
midst the burning heat of noon.
in 1966 the UFOs were so plentiful they chased us town to town
Back when our mothers vacuumed in pearls and an evening gown.
We were terrified we would be lifted up and probed unmercifully.
I think I feared UFOs and alien surgeries until about 1973.
I search the heavens for a trace of you,
Only to find your shadow in the lunar glow.
Its silver gaze stirs memories anew,
A lantern lit for hearts, only those longing...know.
Though oceans swell and continents divide,
Time has sealed the pathways we once knew,
Yet the moon still carries whispers to my side—
Distance between us is but a glimpse of the moon.
It shines for both, though miles apart we stand,
A bridge of light no darkness can erase.
I reach for you with memory’s gentle hand,
And touch your soul within that glowing face.
So long as moonlight crowns the endless skies,
Our love endures, where death itself denies.
We are guilty and helpless in our own sinful plight,
But God loves and saved us from the fall.
He sent His Son into a world of night,
Not to condemn, but rescue one and all.
That through Him - Prince of Peace - we might be saved,
And boldly come before the throne of grace.
No longer lost, no longer sin-enslaved,
Clothed in His righteousness, we take our place.
Because we have been pardoned, we now boldly stand,
With petitions we ask of, heard and known.
A royal priesthood, commissioned by His own hand,
A holy nation, proclaimed as His own.
We remain in Him, our hearts renewed thus -
And His living Word remains in us.
How we live our lives really matters most,
For heaven’s gaze is fixed with deep concern.
Eternal issues rise - a sacred host -
And from our choices, timeless truths we learn.
It matters to all who stand dear and nearby,
Especially those who love and look to us.
We are charged to live godly, not just try,
With hearts full of obedience and trust.
In presence of all heaven, we constantly stand,
For He makes winds His messengers in flight,
And flames of fire His servants by command.
All heaven watches us, both day and night.
So let our light before all brilliantly shine,
That cosmos sees - and glorifies His Name.
The sparrows are like us
fell from the dry, hot sky, first the male
sparrows, be because he was older than her
and had developed a habit of hunting near
the large chimneys at the chemical factory
and it was up to the young widow
she had been a fledgling the year before
to feed and bring up five hungry chicks
and if the weather was not cooling
she to would fold her wings and fall on
the bonnet of a passing car, snakes
and ugly beings would move in for the kill
The famous actor Omar Sharif has passed
he will be remembered, but no the demise
of a family of sparrows are forgotten not
be missed in the lottery of life
He promised never to leave our side,
Though fog may veil the trail with deep despair,
And make it seem as though He does not bide -
Yet reach in faith, lift up your hands in prayer.
You’ll find His faithful Hand is always near,
Though life is full of shifting, stormy seas.
In Him alone, our lasting hope is clear;
So, place your life in Christ’s sure Hands with ease.
For Christ in us - the hope of glory shines,
We journey on toward that radiant place,
A city bright where God’s own light aligns,
And Heaven beams with joy none can erase.
No force can steal the joy that waits above -
Our happy home, secured by endless love.
That quiet-ness,
middle of the night,
insomniac,
sleep as it gets bright
toss turn sides & back....
drift to afternoon wake,
stomach rumbles,
to an oven that bakes,
and is humbling.
The fall is a mind's wrap
of how the co-existence
leaves us in scrambles,
Our mother gave us our names,
and euphoria is always the blame.
Scrambling in dirt and even worse,
Limo carries another hearse
25th high school reunion
Big Beaver Restaurant 1997
You somehow found
the seat next to me.
Showed me a picture
of your husband
Doesn’t he look like you?
--No—well---maybe--No
Later, I wanted to talk to you
--all night--
Hands in my pockets
by the dance floor
Unrestrained, we might have
taken a room out on Rt. 18
But that’s only me.
The next morning
my wife at the time
said that you were
still in love with me
Fast forward to the coming
55th and I will not entertain
Attendance at your beckon.
Our virtual cyber reunion
in recent years has covered
the things we might have
uttered over those motel pillows
in Beaver Falls by the truck stops,
those reasons why our youth at the time
was such a mutually delicious flaw
You are in a good place, now,
with bad knees,
While I am palpably exposed
Out Here in the ether
on the dance floor,
where
we might attend
to our mysteries.
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