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Oh wail thy beauty, heart and souls broken

Ravaged yet again by a mark of terror

Land of sunshine, land of dreams

Awful sight splattered amongst the greens

None yet has equaled such a scheme

Do we deserve to suffer these pains?

Oh Orlando, an oasis of awakening




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He found her, on other side of earth

He read her writings and with just few words

He was intoxicated...

He thought she was a perfect dream,
too far she was and yet too close,
an image of perfection,
light and charity.


And she was waiting, counting the days
He was her dream, a man from far away

A man who cares, who protects, who loves
A man who goes out of his way
to find her, on other side of earth...

I ride the city bus
the vast bowl of Biloxi
spreading out on horizon
mannequins in windows
homeless people babbling...

Maybe life
is like riding a bus
God is the driver
I am the passenger...

Perhaps I could
have ridden the bus
with Rosa Parks
sit in the front with her..

If I were
to have ridden
with Rosa Parks
I would have thanked her

For sitting next to me
for thinking of me..

On the city bus
you can be anyone
a Taliban terrorist
taking the bus into town..

I am anyone
on the bus
I know deep
down inside

I am no one
going nowhere
while children outside
ride broken back bicycles

in the empty mall
parking lot.....

Should we keep our minds

Unspoken

So the world thrives

In ignorance

Or should we undo

our silence

So the corrupt

Ends their arrogance?

don't pretend
like you never felt
the depth and sting
of my pain

you painted my sorrows
in bleeding colors
with your raw hands
and dig in my flesh
like sheared talons

I begged all the angels
to redeem me
but even them looked
too drugged in your vanity

stark naked in the shadow
even the moon lit up
your punitive piercing eyes
crushing my pride

and as the night bathed
in my shattered soul
redemption, you laughed
is but a figment
of the mind of a fool

I will remain shackled
in the claw of your
cold and unforgiving world

but giving up
is no longer my choice
I will find my way out
I will.

And the hollow face
That stared empty out of the box
Would beg to say
Pa will we eat today
In that well known place
Called Hooverville
:
And watery soup
Was the order of the day
If you was lucky
To be inline they say
The jazz had gone
That flight of fancy
The band could no longer play
:
And the gangsters groaned
For their own self pity
Box cars were full
Of the wandering dead
Going nowhere to work
To the evicted homestead
:
Bakers forgot how to make bread
And bankers leapt
Where paper wealth
Always seemed to tread
And where was your pity
For the wandering dead
:
And the towers of greed
Built of paper Mache
Would crumble and fall
When foundations folded
And left the hapless to bleed
:
But times were good
Of that we knew
As the suicides rose
No more the wandering dead
And the politicians preached
Nothing bad with Hoover stew

For I know that I am drowning
It is a wondrous death
As I gaze upon your beauty
So soft and gentle, as you
Where the whirlpools of your eyes
Draw me in, ever deeper and deeper
But I have no fear
For I can see only you
It is not the stars in your eyes
Nor the ruby roses of your smile
Or the silky pallor of you skin
Nay it is none of these
As fine as they are
For I have been taken
And forever lost
Within the depth of your soul

Something has been lost
We didn’t have time to fully enjoy
Not that is actually ever belonged
Even as brief as a glint in your eye
A sly smile on your cheek
I felt your heart slow down
And all of that time stands still
All the flashes from the many
Raindrops like silvery dots
Soaking us in purist delight
Your blue eyes looking out
Under your gaze of deep darkness
Dazzle and fills my naked heart

Thy eternal breath

Sweet Rose of youth
Cut off in thy fullest bloom
Thy blood tears flowing with mine own
Alas two hearts cry a river in anguish
Art this now the end?
No my precious Love
This be but a new spring for us
Before the ending an earthly Rose doth wilt
Yet thy spirit doth grow in its magnitude
Thy Love be eternal in its divinity
Come unto me and breathe into me
Thy most precious eternal breath
Thy Rose then eternal shall be
Forever shalt thou bloom in Heavens majesty
God's brightest star and most beautiful Angel
Still thou shalt always be with thy Love
Your earthly life now dwells within my heart and Soul
Thou shalt come and claim thy eternal breath
Night or day it awaits thy glory my eternal Rose
That thou shalt walk again with thy Love
Never to part the true Lovers
Hold my hand forever in Love's midnight dream
When thou dost wish to be with me in this reality
Take back thy eternal breath
Remember to return it before thou doth leave me
Thou art my sun that rises in the morning
Thou art the moon that lights up my night
Forever beats the heart of Love eternal
Eternal be the Love that comes from thee
Let never this beloved of hearts
Be but a desolate wasteland
This heart forever shines with glory
A garden of beauty supreme
For thy Rose doth shine in wonder at its heart
There was but one moment for the agony of parting
Now eternal joy does fill my core
Thou art with me in thy divine glory
Thou didst give me thine own eternal breath
My Soul thy Soul one Soul
My heart thy heart one heart
The river of Love ever dost run
The timeless sea awaits and Love eternal
Never are we parted my most precious Love
All this for I hold thy eternal breath

I shall take a pinch
Of betrayal
A portion of despair
And a slice of heartbreak
Blend it with a large
Dose of grief
And mix it all
In your coffee
So you may experience
Exactly
How I feel