To our unborn
We are on the verge of life's greatest journey
It has been written in the stars, you are our destiny
Even though the world's a mess
We are so humbled and forever blessed
You were born during a global pandemic
The love we have for you will be truly authentic
We'll be the ones to wipe away your tears
Personally I hope you don't end up with my tiny ears
You will grow up knowing there's nothing to fear
As it stands we don't know your gender
We will be your greatest mentors
If it is revealed that your a girl
From then on you will become our whole world
Simply put you'll have us mesmerized
I hope you end up with your mother's eyes
Angels are shining up your Bea-utiful tiara
We're here to catch every moment with our camera
You'll bring us nothing but love and joy
Watch out world here comes our bouncing baby boy
Life has a lot of ups and downs
Young prince let me adjust your crown
Who knows we could share the same birthdate
So now we patiently wait....
Little one, your impending birth is bittersweet
for how can I be filled with joy
as you make your grand entrance
into a country misled by greed and power?
I eagerly awaited your gender reveal
and remain terrified of what the next four years will reveal
as the American people
lose their jobs, their minds, their lives, their hope
For now, your mother’s womb
offers a cocoon of protection
but what lies in wait once you enter the harsh reality
of this upside-down world where wrong is right?
Where too many adults have become punch-drunk
suckling on the smooth flow of lies
from those in office spouting conspiracy theories
that dribble down their double chins
I wonder and worry what you’ll learn from role models
who boss and bully
eager to tear young babes from their mothers’ embrace
leaders whose evil knows no borders
Yet, I will welcome you with open arms
and do what a bubbe does best
I'l shower you with love hold you tight
calm your fears, dry your tears
Knowing that this too shall pass.
In the quiet corners of his own mind,
he walks alone,
a poet whose pen drips with moonlight.
He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts,
each one a lantern swinging in the wind.
A thinker —
he weighs the weight of names,
dreams of the laughter not yet born,
imagines a tiny hand curling around his own.
In solitude,
he builds worlds of words,
hoping one day a child will wander in,
pick a flower from his sentences,
and plant it in their own heart.
The waiting is a long horizon,
but he watches,
because even a lone soul
knows the fire is not for himself alone.
So many murders it's overkill
but no one cares on Capitol Hill
and some are less concerned
it seems to me
with the killing of the living
(whose taxes pay the wages of sin)
to each U.S. Supreme Court employee
than that of the unborn
or perhaps I should be more forgiving
tho' lives are broken they remain unspoken
on the Washington White House South Lawn
but when someone says,
'Guns don't kill people, people do,'
it drives me to vexation
as I've never heard someone died
of a drive-by strangulation
Have you?
Where am I?
Don't tell me I'm in Nigeria
Did I tell you I want to be born here
Is this wickedness or something.
Where am I?
Why Africa why not the world?
Why subject me to the colonial masters
Why making me a slave to westerners.
Where am I?
Why the world why not Heaven?
Is this mere wickedness or Ignorance?
Why bring me to this hostile world?
Unborn me right now
I prefer peace to war, love over hatred
Acceptance rather than rejection
A world filled with love, peace and harmony.
End the death of the unborn, and protect them from receiving any harm.
Made by choice and killed by force.
We should all remember that we were once in that spot.
Love and kindness should be given to the unborn until they are born.
No harm or death should be given to someone who has never even been given the chance to live.
Stop teaching death to the unborn, declare them a gift from God.
Made in care with love and spirit, let them grow freely without any harm.
In an instant,
one or more lives can be changed forever.
A car crosses the road,
now headed for a pick-up truck.
The driver, husband and father to be,
lies dead on the road.
The wife and mother to be will some how survive,
but will never be the same.
The unborn baby will also survive,
their lives will be changed forever.
Their loving mother will make hard choices,
this precious little one will be adopted out.
All three lives have been changed forever,
just one person caused all this pain.
Help me—
I’m losing my hold,
and so is the life I carry.
This plea isn’t empty,
this struggle isn’t obscured.
But you walk on by,
each face a silhouette,
each footfall loud as my moans.
I’m submerged in a wave
that cannot bear my weight.
Please,
just one hand,
before I fade entirely.
Center stage, the fertile womb
has room and walls.
The fourth will speak to you
with thumps and heartbeats
Loud and clear :
"I am here!"
New life cannot be ignored...
I love my sons.
Aqua Marine. September 2024.
Fatal love
Love is life, love creates more love and lives
Love comes from life, love exists for new life
New lives come from love. Life is life and love
Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes
Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression
Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction
Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children
My dead children are victims of Euthanasia
My fatal love destroyed my life; unburned children
Directly created life situation by EN psychology
My fatal love is really happy - she is Euthanasia
Hmm. But I don’t give up. I don’t give up
Life always gives me new and new choices
I will find someone, who gives me lives
Lives, what are us, and our future from the past
Love, love, family, family, children, children
I am praying. God will answer - No Euthanasia.
I loved a lady in Watford, a killer soul. Euthanasia.
She killed my years, my life, my children, my desire.
Hmm, Fatal love
Hmm, fake love
Hmm, It’s deleted.
God, give me…
A new love
Health love.
Lives come
Greening trees thatch a spackled sky,
but not yet.
Cardinals kick up patches of sound,
but not yet.
Winter is sowing Spring,
setting fire to mist and smoke,
planting flames onto a colorless sky,
coyote's itch in their dreams,
Do you imagine a smear of green
on the frozen mud,
or is it the new blood of the yet unborn?
("A Moment of Grace, aka The Empty Mirror", 2024, original encaustic)
Unborn
Unborn, undying
The nature of awareness
Just is and isn’t
(1/24/24)
Summer sets in as winter falls astray
Childhood memories of things untold
what has & has not been spoken
tales of truth hidden behind secrecy and lies.
Held captive, from childish ignorance and innocence
These inner wounds have been craving a voice, a mix of their own.
Fear, despair tangles on the wings of spring
Stranded on an island of unborn mysteries
Can I now speak truth.
TO MY UNBORN CHILD, FOR THIS I WRITE
FOR THIS IS MY OATH TO YOU
INTO THIS GREAT AND VARIED WORLD
YOU'LL HAVE A PLACE AND A JOB TO DO
SO AS YOUR MOTHER I CAN OFFER ADVICE
HELP YOU TO FIND YOUR WAY
THROUGHOUT YOUR LIFE THERE IS MUCH TO LEARN
AND YOU'LL LEARN SOMETHING NEW EACH DAY
I WILL SHOW YOU UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
TEACH YOU ABOUT FRIENDSHIPS AND GRATITUDE
SHOW YOU VALUES AND HOW TO HAVE MORALS
COMPASSION, FORGIVENESS AND A POSITIVE ATTITUDE
IT'S IMPORTANT TO HAVE GOOD MANNERS
A PLEASE AND THANK YOU A MUST
BELIEVE THAT THERE IS ALWAYS GOOD
AND IN YOURSELF YOU MUST LOVE AND TRUST
FOR THESE ARE JUST SOME OF WHAT'S REQUIRED
AND YOU'LL LEARN ALONG THE WAY
FOR YOU TO HAVE A LIFE OF BLISS AND HAPPINESS
IT'S ALL THAT'S LEFT FOR ME TO SAY
-dear child in my womb
once born keep your eyes open
see all that you can
-learn all that you can
the world will not stop for you
don't be left behind
-don't be a number
be a leader to follow
someone trustworthy
-know all right from wrong
and you will always go far
be strong laugh love live
September 1, 2023
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