Day: July 30, 2020

Hit and run, abandoned by absconding driver

Left to die, she may have been a survivor

Young vibrant woman of age twenty two

Barely lived two decades plus years two

Obscure news blurb read she is from Princeton

Was she lost in thought at late hour of one?

Was she hopeful happy by herself on two feet?

Was she not scared walking to her end in the least?

Was she chasing dreams grooving to her drumbeat?

Did she experience crushes, dating, heartbreaks?

Was her bright light drying others tear tracks?

Was her touch balm to life’s painful cracks?

Did she touch lives with warmth, kindness?

Did she transform lives with mindfulness?

Did she desire to transport caged to freedom?

Did her hope-chest contain dreams of wisdom?

How did cruelty hit and run in cold abandon?

Why was she alone when breath did her shun?

She had family, she had home,

Hit and run, abandoned by absconding driver

Left to die, she may have been a survivor

Young vibrant woman of age twenty two

Barely lived two decades plus years two

Obscure news blurb read she is from Princeton

Was she lost in thought at late hour of one?

Was she hopeful happy by herself on two feet?

Was she not scared walking to her end in the least?

Was she chasing dreams grooving to her drumbeat?

Did she experience crushes, dating, heartbreaks?

Was her bright light drying others tear tracks?

Was her touch balm to life’s painful cracks?

Did she touch lives with warmth, kindness?

Did she transform lives with mindfulness?

Did she desire to transport caged to freedom?

Did her hope-chest contain dreams of wisdom?

How did cruelty hit and run in cold abandon?

Why was she alone when breath did her shun?

She had family, she had home,

Talk to someone, Lest t’is too late!!!

Whelming walls crushingly closing

World around coldly crumbling

Wordy ad in-face is screaming

For one in pain to be reaching!

But each pore inside is screaming

Every muscle in throat is tearing

Drooping eyes dam is bursting

Searing soul agony is stinging!!

Trying hard to be connecting

But shyness keeps one pulling

Tumbling thoughts keep tongue tied,

Someone ask why breath is petrified?

Sadness cloud’s fog not clarified?

Lifting life’s air is getting rarefied

Soundless spirit slips sans pride

Rejoins realm of cruel self-end ride!!!

Call loved one, message, reach, write

Later are wasted empty words trite

To claim how much for dead one cried

All is over no matter how one died

With compassion NOW is time all tried

To ask are you okay, are you happy?

Are you alone, are you lonely?

Encourage…

I want dear heart to coddle you

I long fiercely to protect you

My thought bear-hugs you

I wish no harm befalls you

I want my wisdom to guide you

in doubt my calm voice in you

May my lips utter all thats right for you

May my actions, choose to do right by you

Do I fight to be happy or to be right for you?

I rise like high tides on full moons

ruling passions recede into emotional ruins

Mind please cease confusion kaliedoscopic

Drop constant conflict betwixt emotion & logic.

Do not
corrupt the binds that hold you
but should you feel so inclined
do not waste what you do not have.
In altered zones of delight
I tumble through the days.
My lover comes and goes leaving me
lonely and politics is not soothing either.

I speak to America, You beautiful nation.
Beauty is not my friend
but the concept that governs is.
Read the lines on which your independence
rests you citizens of heaven.

The Congress, July 4th, 1776.

“The history of the King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpation, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States“.

“”Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it”

…writer and philosopher George Santayana

A Little Night Music

I am touched
by a storm
the tongue of a
fire that burns
away sleep.
A tide crashing
into millions of
crystal droplets
becoming the sun.
My heart is ripe
like summer fruit
sweet juices flushing
tingling veins.
There is a storm circling
the pit of my stomach rising
to ache in my throat.

Steve Hanks art

You know the feeling
of missing someone
you really missed him
but you have nothing to do
but to stare
on his picture
remembering those memories
and suddenly
your tears are silently
flowing like a fountain
you we’re dreaming
hoping that he will coming back
hugged you and kissed you
But it won’t happened again

Coz

You’re on the point
that you can’t owe him anymore
Because he was owned by someone
and they’re live together happily