Vows are binding promises each partner makes to God.
Til post-traumatic stress disorder shows its ugly head ~Quote by poet
No longer they were joined as one
The swell of her shackled ankle has gone
All that is left is hurt, two hearts disheveled
Cutting the ties so coarse mideviled
They danced together to the cante jondo
Romanced by guitars, baile the fandango
A thousand times they talked about tyng the ribbon
Fear and violent behavior, thoughts never given
The wind is the singer who sang the first song
Vibrant is she who sings her windsong
He'll find his way, without strife, she'll not be battered
Wars only make dreams of casalena shattered
The kind thoughtful man with whom she'd been engaged
Returned from battle laden with a vile bitterness he enraged
Drained dry of the milk of life's humanity
Now inflamed with a blind raging insanity
To a true prince she had vowed to wed
Transformed into a dastardly beast instead
As the man she loved pounds fists into the wall
She proclaims in God's name, I am now unbetrothed
Treated with respect and shared the light.
That I needed for enlightenment and insight.
To engage in this special scheme for shift forever.
From death to life, I grew most joyful and clever.
Thus, I can abandon my traditional perspective.
The skill to adapt to the freshman can be corrosive.
I am a work in bloom and a layer of a cosmic process.
For all, I'm delighted with this unbetrothed progress.
Is everything we perceive, then, gone forever?
I stood in the roar, a dream within a dream, is clever.
A piece of a shoreline battered by waves is in my grasp.
How slowly do the granules of golden sand clasp?
Written: June 1st, 2023
Seduced
by what I hadn’t done
Engaged
to what I’d never wed
Married
with vows I wouldn’t take
Divorced
from what I couldn’t leave
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Religion and science…
never to wed
Like oil and water,
alone in their beds
While science defends,
ancient dogma portends
Two voices discordant,
to break if they bend
For centuries long
they have fought tooth and nail
Refusing to budge
out of fear that entails
A false understanding,
bells call from within
Where marriage awaits
—espoused unto Him
(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)
Hungary 1956
The innocent flowers peered gingerly
Through the stench in the iron pavement
Hesitating, then stretching the petals greedily
To drink of the sunlight of Possibility...
Czechoslovakia 1968
Beaming, grinning, grown men giddy with laughter
Liberty unleashed! Gone Repression's manacles
Now marching, shouting, swelling to a gale force
Unstoppable, sweeping aside all resistance in her path...
Happy Endings
...When, bludgeoned by cement-faced tanks
Petals ducking inward, collapsing
Pistils and stamens suffocating
Vanished smiles annihilated
Choked on oxygen-depleted
Placards of Freedom unbetrothed...
...All the flowers died...
...All the people withered...
...Crushed -- oh-so --Happily --ever --after