Quietly...
a new future
races past my attention.
As thin as,
a liberals funding
chased by an old
and toothless past.

Slipping changes by...
in bite sized pieces
now so regularly
that some pass ...
barely tasted....
almost inhaled.

Tides of modern history
are beating
rhythmically
on ugly
worn out barriers
affecting all,
both near and far
As bright and untouchable
as the new moon.

The looming certainty of...
what now seems
inevitable.
Lingers...
not quite accepting
it's progression
and now is both...
dragging it's feet...
and  clumsily
rushing over
what's left of
ancient weights...
that lay so heavy...
so long....'

Equality and Justice
are hummed to
and called forth...
to not simply usher in
a few changes...
but navigate the floodgates
of what our world
now dare to dream of...
The last of the Boomer's
are having their say
and the idealistic. psychedelic,
poets and builders
dream through a "stoney" mist
and contemplate
next season's crops
and the affect they may have
on moral turpitude.
Finally.

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As I relax on my bed, after a bike ride
(I beat the rolling storm clouds by the way, not a hit from the dripping drops got me wet, not a bit)
I digress, back to the bed, and present time, I notice an emblem I have hanging from a nail on a beam, basically suspended in still free-fall, in opposing side to where I lay my head. It had somehow been rotated from front to back, I now stare at the backside design, from my eyesight, it looks completely different from behind.
I'd never noticed this nor had I a thought about, but as I see a new perception from the different end of the spectrum, where my eye be drawn, I think it deserves a sinister shout out as to what it is I saw.

It is a Wooden copper lacquered Circle, one may wear in ceremony, it hangs around the neck on a smooth brown rope, the emblem lays perfectly between the ******* and belly button, right over the diaphragm. When worn correct, it depicts the four corners, with four blooming Lotus petals reaching out between. It is ancient, it is Majik, it is tribal.

But when I saw the design on the back, I had to blink my eyes, I had to look up close, I surely was surprised to find a face painted over white, the carving of the emblem so enchanting to the eyes, if viewed from behind was a devil face in White. Sinister, it seemed, it's True I couldn't believe, but then again it turned to prove Duplicity of Life, and Love and Power over Things.
In Soft and Hard, in Dark and Light, in yin and yang, in Everything.

I touched the Emblem, a soft smile across my lips, I did not fear what had appeared an omen and a curse. I gently flipped it over, laid my head back down to rest.  
The Devil hides in all this world, in this we choose our Sides. Do not fear for evil, that is part of life, you do not have to play its part, just open up your Eyes, and look behind the surface to see it for what it is. My Emblem, so artful, so brilliantly crafted, just turned itself over, to remind Me of these Things.

Truth, Love & the Light
That to Me feels Right

I never got to meet my father...
He died when I was nine months old,
But his presence, I always felt
While I was growing up,
Even up to this day...

He would often visit me in my dreams,
Told me not to worry or despair,
Took my hand,
Told me I could go with him..
Which I almost did...

A few times, in high school
I felt a light push on my back
When my Home Economics teacher
Almost caught me nodding...I was
Too bored, to focus on her sewing lessons...

I was always saved from falling
Each time I climbed the guava tree...
I feel some kind of force stopping me,
Standing ahead of me,
Whenever I cross the street, even now...

My late aunt said she found me
Looking up and giggling
When at three or five years old,
I played by myself beside
My father's tall and sturdy book case...

I see his face when I go through
His dwindling collection of
Edgar Allan Poe books, including his
Law books, and a few western pocketbooks left,
All, with mottled pages now...

The matrimonial bed he shared
With my late mother is still in use...
His portrait is hung on our wall...
Today, the fifteenth of June, his birthday,
I look through his eyes, and-----

In silence, I greet him,
"Happy birthday, papa,
Happy Father's Day, as well."
In my mind, my father lives,
And my own stories of him therein dwells...

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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It All Vibrates in Front of our Faces
We Called the Circumstantial Frequency, Forward, Before Us
You Did, Didn't You?
We All Did!!
Isn't that a tremendous Power to Ponder?
What a Gift AND Responsibility?
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