When the sudden dust storm blows,
And the numbing winds start to rise,
Plant your feet and let roots expand,
Keep your eyes upon the skies.
Branches bend, but do not shatter; leaves
Will fall, but life remains. Brave the storm
For your own sake, Sunlight ensues all the
Rains.
Stand your ground and hold your head,
Weather every quick-freeze and frost.
No matter what the direction ahead, no
True strength is ever forfeited.
Fear and shame
Gripping at my veins
Are we both
Feeling the same?
Doubt clouds
My memory
Of the love
That we shared
Do we both
Feel the same
Outside forces
Bring a consistent
Storm
The clouds bruised
Looming over us
Our new ceiling
Lightning flashes
Thunders crack
Epp! Will you hold
Me & protect me
Through this storm?
Do you have a rain coat
To get through it?
Dance & kiss me
Sweetly through it?
Or will you run inside
Deadbolt the doors so
No one or nothing
can come in or get through it?
Will you stand beside me
& withstand this storm?
Hold my hand & walk through it
Or are you all just the same?
Saying promises one day &
Then fleeing another?
Will you stay & embrace me
In my pain?
Slime is a subtle stage for blame I can’t stay stuck to your ways/
I’m a little vague so your game I’ll ante up to plague/
While a tirade goes for their bane they played and waged/
I’ll abrogate woes to lurk away more straight/
Compile and appropriate foe’s to contain your plate/
The trial of a pirate goes on to con tame and irrigate/
Denial of a tyrant that strove along to drain and irritate/
Then dial a vibrant cat to move strong and plain annihilate/
A senile re-brand that drove a pronged strain to acclimate/
The tribal withstand fought a shove from one that longed again to act just or right/
Sir it’s vital to know the zone read was a wrought lot and would attract a prejudice overnight/
Survival of a homestead sought above tact and when injustice is worth a fight/
Sure is final now just like a home’s bed brought to a spot held at last a permanent site/
How many voices can I withstand?
Counting the days like the clock on my hand.
As panic creeps up and away.
Panic I resign myself to as it threatens to keep hope at bay.
Voices dust me and salt my pain.
As the night churns on, I abstain.
From the crying, that will only bloom this hurt.
So instead, I bite my shirt.
As drool drips like the sweat in the air.
Instead of sleeping through the night, I despair.
I withstand three orgasms with no pissed
But it is the limit - and only then,
I knocked the neighbor's wall with a fist
And demanded the activity end.
Journalistic integrity…
give me a break
Your lies are on fire,
there’s hell at the gate
Journalistic integrity,
the wages of sin
All truth has been twisted,
your speech has worn thin
Journalistic integrity,
oxymoron disclosed
Two words now in conflict,
their corruption exposed
Journalistic integrity,
death by your own hand
All blame you relinquish
—your lies to withstand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Journalistic integrity…
give me a break
Your lies are on fire
there’s hell at the gate
Journalistic integrity
the wages of sin
All truth has been twisted
your speech has worn thin
Journalistic integrity
oxymoron disclosed
Two words now in conflict
their corruption exposed
Journalistic integrity
death by your own hand
All blame you relinquish
—your lies to withstand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
A few days ago
A thunderous storm
Attacked my city
And reduced
Trees and structures
To bits and pieces
It has uprooted
Numerous homes and
Countless plants
It has destroyed
The lives of people
Who have lived under trees
And on platforms
Along with their
Simple dreams and hopes
While I observed
The heavy ruins of
This witchy strike,
My eyes fell upon
A roadside graveyard
With numerous tombs,
Big and small,
With extended slabs
Having engraved names
They were standing
Stiff and strong,
Clean and pure,
Reflecting the
Gold like sun rays
On their
Polished surfaces
At this split-moment
A rare secret was
Revealed to me
From my heart's depth:
"Whatever happens
The graveyards are
Always graveyards...
No life...no movement...
They're just
Sand and stones
With dry bones inside..."
After a few moments
My heart's voice
Again whispered in my heart
In a secret tone:
"Don't be a graveyard...
Get up...
Move...
Fall down...
Crawl...
And then...
Finally...
Get up again
And rise like the sun!"
Oh reality! Strike true and fast upon this soul, which flies free on the wings of imagination, soaring high and unbound above the uncharted land of dreams that has no end.
Oh harsh reality! Brake upon my revelries like waves upon the rocks, which shatter my hopes and, crash upon my islands of wishes.
Oh sad reality! Give me this bitter cup of poison, sweet, drowning out my grand ideals and, romantic fancies.
Oh this tear of sorrow, this jab of pain, oh this undaunted, unmoved, and forever the same yet always changing life, this oh this undoubtedly
On wings of promise,
We hold hands,
On things of premise,
Let's understand,
Thus to endure,
Let's share a plan,
Thus to nurture our future...
Let love withstand.
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