one small act of kindness
one small appreciation of another
one act of listening
one moment leaving self behind
irrevocably changes us
and others for eternity.

.......melancholy is impossible
to deal with...it enfolds you, and
messes with the day's pressures...

........and why is it, that,

on some days,
sad winds just don't whisper,
sweet, blissful thoughts take shape,
and arrest painful memories...then,

a smile suddenly graces my face...

thereupon, flows ....remembrance,
old feelings, old faces come back...
once spoken words of love, of wisdom,
create an atmosphere of calm...

feelings that couldn't be writ
become unposted poems...they drift
in dark waters of an inner hell,
........... keeping truths to tell,
.........................raring to be read
to a distant heart...praying they'll be heard
one day....when on the same grounds,
....where unruffled moments surround,
when closest, and feeling the warmth
..................of our every breath...

some days,
sad realities and sorrows are silenced
by faith and hope...good times dance,
creating sparks in the dark firmament...
.........like dazzling meteors and comets,
we temporarily forget painful moments...
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(a sudden bout of sadness, and of being silly :))
ahh, it feels good to be silly at times.....to be free!)


Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 16, 2019

Do you give a ****.
About anything.
Anything at all.

The weather, sleep, french fries,
The mental state of the person
Standing beside you on the subway,
Your last few moments,
Before the cold, frozen, forever stare.

How do we give a **** anyway.
Is that the issue.
We ******* care,
But we just don't know what to do.

Do we march, write and post,
Buy a gun?
Vote... for who?

No, it's over.
Forget about it all
There is no point in giving a ****.
You are right.

I don't give a ****.
About anything.
Anymore.

Fingers yearning, burning for touch

Cool skin warming under the heat of desiring eyes

Melded from memories of midnight places

And timeless glances

Welded eyes want to give all the clues to every secret longing, yet nothing away.

An inch spanning eternity a fragile bridge formed by the heat of breath swirling invitations of divine pleasures and intricate patterns for desires filled with aching, yet wanton abandon refrains

The rare heady warmth and enveloping depth of hearts intertwining in some mystic soul ritual, as if it had been too long and naught but for the savouring of such tension like the surface of clear glassy water before shattered by the shock wave of a projectile, just before chaos and expulsion ensue,

tip to tip shared breath, aching for the finite change of the slightest touch, not a hair arched forward, not a finger tip dared move, frozen in the complete confession of a love found unforced, not chosen, nor designed by day dreams. It just was as it had always been inextricably theirs yet not for this moment, this plane, or this existence, but love, never plays by the the rules

His kiss was vacant

His stare drew ice from her veins

That no warmth pleaded could melt away

And she knew now how he felt

When she ****** him and walked away

Because love hurt more than she could say

Because his touch was where she wanted to stay

And when he asked her why she left

the tender words would not come  

She flit about like a bird with a broken wing

Too angry pecking eyes out to sing

To his tune, Because his love left her cold aeons ago

And she could not unremember it.

And while the fractures of his frozen heart  fell,

Hers had melted into a boiling *** of pain and despair

She found love

But the words would not come

Unanswered he left before she was done

He tried to say, but his words would not come

And the tragedy is, that if they were really listening...

Neither one needed to say anything at all.

'I caught a glimpse of your face through the universe'

In a world of filled of hate
Love is not the enough
We need a clean slate

We have given up on believing
The superior, then there is the inferior
The rich and then there is the poor
The celebrities and there is the followers
Then comes action, follow by reactions:
Politics and politicians:
Beam us up Scotty:  beam then down Lucifer

I read this morning that Kanye W
Is thanking the lord for his S68 million refund
Here I am thanking the lord this morning
Not to be gun down, by the drifters
Or to be sidetrack by co-workers,
Only if peace would come sooner,
And haters would vanish…..
Like the children of Hamlet town