Is your mistress till you part,
i MISS you for the first few years,
Then STRESS thereafter.
10/10/2024

Wailing
Swirling
Churning.
From the depths
But not yet seen.

Hands heavy.
Attention.
Here and
Gone.

Pulling me down
Jesus,
Buddha,
Connection to Source.
Pulling me down
And down.

The ground,
But deeper
The bottom of the sea
But deeper
I find
My grief.

It’s source unknown,
Just there.
Always has been.
Relics of a past before mine?

No matter.
The bottom
Salvation
From suffering.
The bottom,
The pain
the pain
the pain.
The bliss of
feeling human.

Why do we crave war-war?
When it's better we jaw-jaw,
Why do we bomb-bomb?
When we are not dumb-dumb.

Why do we crave war-war?
When it's only bloods that pour-pour,
Why do we fight-fight?
When we can make peace-peace.

When it's better we jaw-jaw,
Why is it war that we saw-saw?
When we can be friend-friend,
Why is it that it's war that trend-trend?

When it's only blood that pour-pour,
Why can't war stay for the days of yore-yore?
Why are we humans so sore-sore?
That we desire war more-more.

Why do we bomb-bomb?
When we are better off calm-calm,
Why do we ****-****?
That it's daily, lots of blood spill-spill.

Are we dumb-dumb?
Not to see that war makes cities slum-slum.
We talk war even in hush-hush,
While innocent bloods gush-gush.

A protector,
a brother once but now it’s me.
He wanted not
to have to care for the boy.
Because of his own hidden hurt.
His own disconnect
from his little boy.

The hurting part wants Dad.
Is heartbroken.
Afraid for himself,
of himself,
and all alone.
Just wants
to be held.
Wants to feel safe.
Loved through the pain.
Seen.
Acknowledged.
Recognized.

if you have to write about it all,
would you dare to hold the pen?