Bliss Upon My Lover

Bliss Upon My Lover

Bliss Upon My Lover

The child of my body, asleep in my arms
I rock and spin him, perfectly graced
Then settle him down in his new cradle
And cuddle him warmth in the night, embraced

*

I whisk my pride from atop the sofa
And carry him down the hall, to bed
He tugs my beard as I lay him down
Tucked and tired, I kiss his head

*

I displace my lover up, from table to rest
Lowered down, the coffin sways
I weep upon the mound of dirt
And pray for them my life away

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Solace In Hunger

Solace In Hunger

Solace in Hunger

I starve myself of food, wants and desires
And clothe myself in this modest attire

To reignite my lost, compassionate soul within
And replace the greedy heart therein

These pangs echo in rhythmic drum-beats
The trickery of the mind to nag a cheat

As time goes by I discipline my thoughts
To relive that which I had forgot

The beggar’s hunger and the farmer’s thirst
Of the panic within that goes unversed

The sweat of plough, in every bread
Of every heave and drop they shed

The barren, beaten hands that bathe in rain
Of the noble pursuits that wash in vain

Those poor eyes that cherish an earnings wage
Versus my ownings, that I negate

A glistening humility this practice brings
To ground my extravagant, selfish whims

With empathy and love in people, regained
I find solace in hunger, again

I’m Sorry- I Don’t Understand (prt 4 of 12)

I’m Sorry- I Don’t Understand (prt 4 of 12)
This Particular Series Contains Content That Some Could Find Troubling
Chapter 1 : The Perfect Family
Chapter 2 : It’s Not Right
Chapter 3 : No, You’re Wrong

Chapter 4 : Where The Bad Goes

I was pinching my fingernails, I was scared. It didn’t take long for the mothers to hear Margret’s crying, and they rushed into a room with her holding her head and sobbing, while the three of us looked on. Elena was trying to hide behind me from Mother, who looked composed, but we knew what was to follow.

“What happened dear?” Margret’s mother asked.
“I fell.”
“What? Oh dear, what nonsense!”
This was going to get all of us in trouble if I didn’t speak up. So, I took a step forward, shook Elena off my arm and announced to the mothers, “I pushed her, and I’m sorry.” Continue reading “I’m Sorry- I Don’t Understand (prt 4 of 12)”

I’m Sorry – I Don’t Understand (Prt3 of 12)

I’m Sorry – I Don’t Understand (Prt3 of 12)
This Particular Story Series Has Content That Some Might Find Troubling

Chapter 1 : The Perfect Family

Chapter 2 : It’s Not Right

Chapter 3 : No, You’re Wrong

Chapter 3:

“Hungry and sick…. It’s not right.” Margret sobbed out.

Chelsea, Elena, and I were shocked by how disrespectful she was being. We just ate sandwiches and played with a laser pointer that our parents gave us, and here is Margret trying to act rude because Andy is feeling sick.

“It hurts him, he says, when he’s like this. But they don’t help him.” Continue reading “I’m Sorry – I Don’t Understand (Prt3 of 12)”

I’m Sorry- I Don’t Understand (prt 2 of 12)

I’m Sorry- I Don’t Understand (prt 2 of 12)
THIS PARTICULAR STORY SERIES HAS CONTENT THAT SOME MIGHT FIND TROUBLING

Chapter 1: The Perfect Family

Chapter 2: It’s Not Right

He taught me about the stars and how the waves move in the ocean, he taught me about flavor and how sound moves through the air, he taught me about the life of a bee and that of a frog and told me the rules of decency, politeness, and safety.

“What do you do if you see a hurt bird outside?”
“I bring it in so that we can make it better.” “Correct.”
“ What do you do if someone calls home or comes to visit?”
“I fetch you or Mother to help them.” “Very good.”
“What do you do if someone asks you something you don’t understand?”
“I say: I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” Continue reading “I’m Sorry- I Don’t Understand (prt 2 of 12)”

I’M SORRY- I DON’T UNDERSTAND (pt 1 of 12)

I’M SORRY- I DON’T UNDERSTAND (pt 1 of 12)
This Particular Story Series May Include Content That Some Might Find Troubling

CHAPTER 1 : THE PERFECT FAMILY

I had managed to hurt myself last night in the room, a few cuts going across my wrist halfway down my arm, some deep, some not, some hurt, some didn’t, some burnt, some didn’t, some grew hard and stiff on the inside and the others were still a bit gooey. Father was very understanding and nice. He consoled me and told me that I going to be all right and even attended to my wounds, using his cream on them and wrapping them around in bandage cloth. He told me that my arm would be as good as new by the end of the week, which made me very happy, because this one was starting to hurt me. Father told me that I shouldn’t worry about the way I hurt myself and to forget about it. He told me it’s not right for good little nine-year-old girls to think about such stuff. Never bad, always good. Mother always taught me that. Continue reading “I’M SORRY- I DON’T UNDERSTAND (pt 1 of 12)”

THE MORE I THINK

THE MORE I THINK

The more I think
The more you dream
The more these ambitions
Seem less to be

Relentless they accused
Relentless we denied
The truth of the matter
Lay buried behind

Sinless he steals
And sinless she swindles
As the weight of sin
Does slowly dwindle

Adoption of anguish
Adoption of deceit
The structures of justice
Fall victims to conceit

Hollow they prayed
And hollow they forgave
To the unhindered kings
And shallowest of knaves

In the most muted of nights
In the most muted of hearts
These saints of misdeeds
Do vice impart

Waging war on the body of mind
Waging war on the foundation of ideals
We cheer not these barbaric acts
Our arms drop dead and heads kneel

My Heart and Soul in hope, unite
My Heart and Soul in doubt, segment
Two polar intuitions, in a vessel, bound
Only one, of which, was ever present

ITS BEEN A YEAR FOR ME AT THIS. AN INFORMATIVE, SLOW AND LONG YEAR. THANKS FOR BEING A PART OF IT.
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