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Ah!
Esker has left
may be I will go
soonly
one never knows
The age is not the leader
but the mind is
so stay as long
as you will
ABIDE WITH ME STILL!
Time alone one day
each one of us kill
But none will know
nor ever did
when 'tis
Grey bare limbs quaking
in a cold blue winter sky
while doves mourn the cold
Ice chimes tinkle softly
where the spring becomes a rill
as frogs dream of warmth
In a world frozen
reduced to mere essentials
despair arises
Yet sharp eyes observe
among the dull grays and green
splashes of bright red
Holly berry dots
cardinals flitting, bobbing
like life's blood splashed
Raucous jays on wing
adding their bright blue and white
in small flocks of life
Well I will answer two most pertinent Questions.(Answers all seek)
Qs 1.
“Why Me?” ...
AND
WHY NOT!!!
DO YOU KNOW...
what is happening
to your neighbour
they could be in a position worse
OKAY
MUCH WORSER.
YEAH curse!!!!.
you will never know.
Just remember
we all come with our own kind of disease/MALADY
with much sore numbers
ask another Lady....
Qs 2.
“What is One's Purpose in Life?
Building a house you must-
start from the foundation,
there is no top without root,
no roof without structure.
eliminating poverty-
a nation must plan properly.
in my nation,
the I concur policy-
becomes a culture,
which nurtures no masses.
rather applies torture.
(After Gould again)
How odd or even
obvious that we seek
the serene artifice
of a library, easing
our dripping sweat
with its slowed, cooled time
Here we first met,
face to face, I laughed
as I saw you had comically
draped a lithe trout
clumsily over a jar
while a rabbit, hare or
something similar
So much is unknown, my life is almost beginning
there is no choice but to write your
face on green and gold panels
to finger the telephone cord next to the phone box
where a cat’s eye grows minute by minute
and the irreal tune of your spinning gelato
hearts decaled with balinese insects and their hard
shells, unbroken with these sieves of memory
which i trek as close as touch, as close as eyes
spinning like haunted olives growing
color in the contracted night, the burning
of these noir chapels, from my clay hand
I stepped outside
To see the view
The sky still dark
The rain just thru
Then the sun
Burst out its rays
And they shown down
Thru all the haze
So it appeared
As if next door
The arc those blazing
Colours bore
It seemed so close
I could just reach
And with my hand
Those colours breach
And as I stood there
In the light
It was so clear
It was so bright
The air was fresh
So clean and pure
I was amazed
By its allure
Although I'm godless, I'm not bad
but some would think it so
I would say, that I think it’s sad
I’d say that you don’t know
I don’t kill, because you’re not me
I don’t shame, nor do I shun
In America, we all are free
I've no need to kill God’s son
Mother Mary and saints galore
There’s miracles everywhere
Original sin and lots, lots more
And proselytizers share
Buddha, Mohammad, Sister Jenny
Catholics, Baptists too
I’d name them all, there’s so many
But, I don’t want to bore you
At least
that's what we called it.
Those long hours after
an eight-balled binge.
No coc, no money
and nothing to shut down the itch,
the tossing within,
scratching to ride just one more train,
churning to the chugging need.
Underneath eye lids the action is enhanced,
brain racing with the sound of board-parks,
over the tops,
making the loops,
minutes, hours,
days.
If you’re hoping,
that your dreams come true
You’re dreaming about,
what you’d like to do
But it’s a mere illusion,
wishing in your sleep
A dream, that once awake,
you’re hoping you can keep
WIZDUMBs by JA 737