Seven mirrors broken when I was seven,
longing for the day of lifted depression,
mournful memories collide in cacophony,
journeys thru faded tapestries taunt and please,
a practiced facade of cheerful bonhomie,
unwelcome regrets return with the breeze,
visions of the future after the curses end,
a new man approaches from the mists of time,
not quite ready to shake his hand,
a gypsy queens benign smile reflects in her crystal ball,
perhaps a man will rise from the fall,
grapes are being crushed by feet for a new wine,
swords are ready to be sheathed,
disappointment and resentment look down at their future grave,
fresh fields stretching to the golden horizon await light feet,
as forests of the dead burn in the background,
final goodbyes to the ones I could not save,
a new journey will leave behind unavenged deceit,
wisdom awaits the call to reveal the profound,
seven broken mirrors will no longer curse and enslave.
Each galling ache with steadied prayer dispel.
Let that bland hour bleak with chilling thought
Glow with indelible joys of a yet hoping heart,
And knit such merry smiles as cute angels got.
Hold onto that time-tested unswerving dream
That martyrs' sorrows will just retribution find,
That her sweat and blood and echoed scream,
Shall not unavenged in giddied labyrinths wind.
Often hit by a gloating stare and its acid taints,
Hum within a great carol by famed fallen saints.
In your mean travails attended with dizzying pains,
Trust the holy writ that man’s sorrowing soul trains.
Even as false signs dupe that relief roams far,
May your woe-stoutened faith persist unshorn.
If the only light offs into the lowest horizon-line,
Remember the darkest hour is closest to dawn.
Soon shall the mourning soul’s sobbings cease,
For deepest angst precedes profoundest peace.
Such an invasion will not go unavenged-
I will render my prostate prostrate
Lest my humor become unhinged
It so betrays my desire to micturate, yea even to conjugate.
And I will radiate radiation
When approached I will shout Unclean! Unclean!
I will need some serious anesthesiation
Just to maintain my unvented spleen.
I always think I am so hansom
I quite assume my royal entitlement
But a colony of cutthroats now inhabit my rectum.
And I must engage in violent embattlement.
To the walls! To the walls! my spermatazoan comrades
And destroy these interlopers awful.
Let them not breach our ballustrades
For Nature herself has proclaimed them unlawful.
When our own planes were commandeered
And used against our own,
Three thousand good folks met their deaths
On that first day alone.
These fathers, mothers, husbands, wives
Were innocent of wrong.
We watched in horror as they died
And had reactions strong.
Attacks on these United States
Cannot go unavenged.
Decade of war and villain's death,
We now feel we've revenged.
Our way of life was tipsy-turned,
In ways we couldn't know
On that horrendous, deadly day
Eleven years ago.
January 12, 2013
Glistening stars
Why do you hide your faces
Radiance unavenged in cloud
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