What a commotion

Blink, irreversible ripple wave, sleep irrevocably saved

fall on a hardened floor, destroying foundations at war

caution be the sign, if requiring everything to be fine

try your hardest not to shout at the children about

close the book for pain not to get a look

understanding the climb to be on the other side

corruption in crime if you offer a bribe

miss mention a mention a social media lie

try not to break a heart if not wanting to cry

guilt is such a menace even when up high 

Roman Tragedy

Remembering the casualty of a precarious feud 

breaking of hearts, destruction, confused

the loss of a life that, began an end

a letter written regretfully sent

twas’ the demons glee to a payment met

Eternal photograph, hearts aflutter

romance begun with not, a stutter

instantaneous love, when eyes were seen

souls entwining, all consuming theme

instantaneous fortune of lust, yet green

Unjustly plan cast a spell to ratify thy doom

all was final, disaster loomed 

parental strength, oh Catholicism trust

why not share one, mothers love

defining god, release thy truss

I prayed endlessly (with Love)

Little Miss

“She is silly”, that’s what people think

too embarrassed to wear something pink

hiding her face an irreplaceable disgrace

not wanting to be seen on the iPhone screen

blaming her own mind for whatever she has been

ridiculously crazy or so it may seem

The truth is unbearable, to hear

her heart is anxious, so she lives in fear

scared to be noticed, scared to travel

so afraid her life would unravel 

awkwardly social, difficultly knows all

waiting behind the line, waiting to fall

“pretentiously playing” 

that’s what people are saying

while she spends her life in panic 

forever on knees praying

confusing her inability with confused sexuality 

never knowing the reality of her actuality 

One day she will see her need can be

one day when she finds actual reality 

settling for what is, expectations a miss

having a warm heart, loving is bliss

trusting in friends without the require to kiss

settling down easy, losing anxiousness 

Be free of worry maybe, go to sleep little lady 

Cold Beauty

Your face is ornate marble as I gently touch it

wiping away your teared streak of mascara

altering the perfect contour from a black line

“what is it?” I uttered with a soft tone of love

you replying with a cold stare not fine

“I cannot do this anymore”

words of torture expected one day! but not

urging a prompt to her thoughts of rot

“our time is regretfully; wasting a start”

“I cannot reply; where lies my heart”

a thunder erupts within my brain

thumping as hurt again and again 

life at that moment, destroys what is good

a sickness inside though somehow, understood 

packing a bag, walking out of my life

thus leaving me coldly with a

troublesome wife. 

 

A New Year

spectrum of a spectacle having a lot 

to deny an equilibrium of  masses having not

singularity blinds the masculinity 

shrinking freedom of open vulnerability 

when the single become blessed 

cloning of a nation becomin’ the rest

free thinking replaced by a programmable mob

allow children to know to grow

dampen not the ability to show

condone a row’ in front of the kids

let them question what they have missed

have a laugh with a cry

teach them love without the shy

leave the cruelty in the sty

crudeness not done it has not a place

Comfort blessing with a smile on a face

joy is small let nothing replace

kindness is all care for the human race

Happy New Year everyone.

a piece of coal and a silver coin

my wish for all +

Give us our daily bread ‘a gift from God’

Asiage

I digress as I age, unlike the trees

brushing the land if allowed to grow

I digress as I age unlike the bees

spreading pollen then honey they die quickly 

I digress as I age love more and receive less

forlorn as a forgotten lamb on a hill

I digress as I age without the childish thrill

the urge to seem young then not

Known as ancient by the teens we have got

I digress as I age withering into silence

forgotten by god and all, alone

I digress as I age for a thousand years 

without a home

Turkey

Turkey in the field

Turkey in the barn

Turkey in the cage

Not having much fun

Turkey in the shackle, hung upside down

Turkey sliced in the blade, maybe missing teeth

Turkey in the vat to boil, loosen feathers free

Turkey wrapped before it’s spoiled, one, two, three,

Turkey in the fridge keeping it cool

Giblets in the cavity that is the rule

Turkey in the oven, enjoy it while it’s hot

Don’t forget to say a prayer & thank our loving..

….God