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deep water whiskey
running with ice
funnel me back Jack
time and tapestry
to the gunslinger age
pearl handled
vigilantes
comes the preacher
with the good book
read me a passage padre
one for all the fools
the world suffers
all this bullet and bounty
dead in the county
count them, count them
until the dark raven circles
surround your eyes
turning the pages
slowly, slowly
fold, fold
for the night

like the petal of a rose hungry
for the sun's energy
and the mist that sustains
the very food of life
I am...only sated
by your touch and love
by your spirit and soul
perpetually intertwined
in my heart, in my mind
even as
you are gone
somewhere in the horizon
of nothingness
but here within me,
every second, our memory
sustains my will to live
just like the petal
which hungers in the night
but when the new dawn breaks
and the sun rises
with you in my heart
am forever energized
waiting...

As the setting sun appears
I see you off to sail nearer its horizon...
Your memory I most hold dear ,
will always hope for your return, is my decision ...

And as the light in the sky is fading fast ,
your ship moving farther
into the sea's immense vast....
I wish that you carry with you
my words like a distant faint voice
calling,
familiar from the times with me
remembering ...

Where no more falling of sadness' tears ,
no more grappling with crippling fears ,
Only warmth of safety back in my enfolding arms,
no more worry you will come to grievous harm ...
I someday hope to see
you sailing back to me once more ,
heading off to ... never ever leave ...
my waiting loving shores ...

Monkeys prevail on our Earth;
Different species, from their birth.

Yet the same Common Ancestor;
(Well, that's in fact, who we are).

Vicious monkeys commonplace;
No Humanity, and no grace.

Fighting, vicious, and violent;
(We wonder where our planet went).

Breeding like rats, and taking over;
The lowest common denominator.

More gentle people - that's Humanity;
Not war, brutality, and insanity.

When will we learn, when will we rest;
And stop the shitting, in our own nest?

For paper money - worthless numbers;
Cities fall, countries are plundered.

And I don't think it will end well;
We've gone and made Climate Change Hell.

But while it stands, our Human greed;
Will always trump our Human need.

And, I guess, it's just as well;
That there may well be a Hell.

Buddhist Hell their punishment;
For that monkey violent.

Most not far from Animal;
(But I won't insult them as well).

Animals are innocent:
It's the "monkey" that is bent.

Cunning, nasty, and treacherous;
It's clear that monkeys aren't the best.

Try to be Human, try to break free;
From that simian destiny.


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Ever so often, we may find ourselves
cringing and bracing ...
But no need to suffer too long...
No need to go through it alone,
for together we can indeed be more strong ...

Maybe if you look into mine,
inspire you it might ,
and help you with your own pain...
To see how I deal or cope with it,
even though the grief
seems to not willingly wane ...

Maybe if you witness
how I try to see Life's worth ,
so instead of each day just surviving
I'm somehow also thriving ...
Then perhaps it will aid you
to realize more , its own beauty and value,
so to withdraw into one's self
won't come back once more
in deceptive stealth .
For as it jeopardizes your very health,
I would loathe to see you, my Love, so crumpled,
your very essence imprisoned & strangled ...

Though it's not always the sauce for the goose
applies for the gander in real life ...
Maybe there's anyway
always something good to learn
and be gleaned
from a loved one's own strife ...

And while we more often start alone
facing our shadows, perhaps there
for reasons unknown,
And because I believe in you ...
to not be a Shakespearean tragedy,
but instead, your own success story
that you have every right to be ...
Maybe it won't be so scary
to take that hand ,offered lovingly,
of one who cares for you truly ,
of one who sees all the good in you openly ,
(even though you may fail to see
your valuable worth with clarity ...)

Together to strengthen, inspire ...
I can keep you company
in life's challenging but worthwhile journey,
affectionately ... understandingly ...
and, not the least, devotedly ...

I posted this in 2013 and felt the urge of posting it again.

Under my username as Summerwind, (aka windyweatherly), which I replaced in honor of the person who meant so much to me then.

With special thanks to Ondos who created this video.

Dedicated to all those in pain, like me and those who make the difference like my friend, Tess and Reguiny. Phil you taught me a lot and I am blessed to have met and be your friend.

Forever grateful,

Phyllis

Polly wanted love so much
she saw all the other girls chased by boys
smiling..holding hands....kissing (gulp!)
folks barely spoke to Polly
and especially not boys
she crept through life as an embarassment
a silent mass of skulking apology
her stiff legged teetering strides
left observers shaking their heads
she could rarely bring herself to look another in the face
....never in the eyes
her face always appeared as though frozen
her eyes an empty void
almost lacking life
blank of all emotion, except one...
fear...trepidation...dread
her mind a whirling nest of confusion
she had little family
her mother died in chidbirth
...Polly's birth
her fire and brimstone preacher father
had nothing to offer Polly but guilt
paralyzing her every thought and move
so she learned not to do much of either
she had no brothers or sisters
left isolated to live the hell...
her father was always ranting about avoiding
he tendered no warmth, no love
leaving her cramped alone in a cold miserable space
today is April 1st...Polly's birthday
her eighteenth, though no one would notice
but on this spring day
in her final year of high school
she became aware of something...different
in class that day, there was a new student...a boy
he acts like a shy, quiet person, she mused
later, as she sat alone during lunch break
she noticed that someone was standing beside her
it was the new boy at school!
as his voice cracked he stuttered...
'may I, um, um, sit at this table, um, with you?'
Polly was unable to breathe
til at last she squeeked out 'uh, uh, okay'
he sat down across from her
never raising his vision from his food on the table
he spoke 'uh my name is uh, Paul'
Polly's head was reeling...
a boy was sitting with her, talking to her
she muttered 'uh huh', then was taken mute
staring glassy eyed straight down before her
her heart beating as if to burst!
but not another word passed between the two
Paul ate his meal, then stood up, hesitated for a moment...
then silently, merely strode away
Polly's downward stare was transfixed...her food half-eaten
Paul and Polly never spoke to one another again
it was over...between them

Paloma ending;
The curtain comes down
For the night.
Raven beginnig;

FOR HER HEART RACED AS RAGING RIVERS
AND ZEALOUS LOVE
THE DANCE OF ANCESTORS
WILD AND UNTAMED
WITH A FIRE LIT INSIDE, SHE TURNS
WITH A WANDERING SPIRIT
FULL OF SPRITE
INTO HER CAMP SHE DANCES
TINY FEET COVERED WITH GOLD
THAT JINGLE WITH EVERY MOVE
HER HEARTH IS WARM ALL AGLOW
LIGHT ILLUMINATES FROM HER BELOVED
AROUND SHE DANCES
HER SKIRT MAGICKAL SWAY
WITH A LAUGHTER OF SWEET MELODIES
HER HAIR BLACK AS A RAVEN
WILDLY FLOWING FROM THE SOFT BREEZE
EYES DEEP WITH MYSTERY
SKIN RAVISHED FROM THE SUN
AND SOUL BORN TO BE FREE
A SENSUOUS CREATURE TO BEHOLD
HER DELICATE HANDS PAINTED WITH HENNA
THAT TRAILS AS IVY
SENSUAL FULL LIPS AS IF PAINTED
AND A FACE OF EXOTIC BEAUTY
SHE PLAYS AMONG THE FAIRIES
AND KISSES THE SUN
FOR HER FORTUNE DOETH AWAIT
IN TOWNS UNKNOWN
FOR HER SECRETS ARE IN THE CARDS
AND PATRONS DO PAY
FOR THIS TINY DANCER
CAN SEE
TALES OF OLD
BUT IN THE BASK OF MOONLIGHT
HER BEAUTY UNFOLDS
ONLY CREATURES OF NIGHT
SEE A MAGICKAL SIGHT....

Quashing mendacious Reps achieved 'Swear Jar' way
for each action unbecoming they should pay
Simply fine Politicians and Media $1,000 per falsehood
erase National Debt in short time it would

After voted in candidates ditch promises to you
facilitate corruption is precisely what Politics do
Open border policy every true patriot decries
gov't 'of, by and for the people' rarely applies

Dems pretend Empathy to solicitate illegals vote
when about Americans suffering they literally gloat
Perpetually spewing lies liberals adopted style
In 'Most Wicked' competition Leftist by a mile

Green New Deal devastating our Mother Earth
she's managed magnificently alone since birth
Good and Evil engaged in Ideological war
at present evils prevailing if keeping score

Haves and have nots reality from beginning
after dust settles righteous ends up winning

copyright 3/6/22

Talk to me slowly you should know me
Trust my reply even when you are blue as the sky
Never let your heart be a pretender
When love is real we both surrender

Words of love will never grow old
Ours is a love story that's never been told
And as we walk together our eyes will see the future bright
Eternity will be our treasure and God will give it to us with his delight

When magic is something only your heart can hold
A magic love story that's never been told
One day when we tell it angels will decorate heaven just right
And then together we will tell it with delight