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The cool salty kiss of the sea wind
Soothes my cheek in soft embrace.
The sea has taken a tiny moment
away from her countless charges.
Teaming in the ***** of her cradle.
Only to notice my sadness
at the edge of her domain.

Her kiss is gentle soft and caring.
Send me your salted tears little one.
I am your mother.
Give me your grief.
I will take it to my depths.
Give me your sorrows
I will wash them away.
Give me your heart
I will bathe away it's pain.
For my waters are made of such things.
Collected from the first dawn
The sea again
Maybe it's because I am a pisces.
Lol
Jude
bleed out,
scream,
confused
what's wrong in this world?
full of hatred, war,
hypocrisy society,
ignorance
selfish pride of evil money
innocent people died
in one blink of an eye

crying for help.

now, where is the love?
that we need to care,
that we need to share.

all of those were disappeared
one by one
dissiminate
because of us
we destroyed our own selves
our own people


so what's left in this world?
nothing
we loose everything.
but if we enlighten our soul
once more
maybe
we can see the light again
maybe
we still have hope
to reach out a hand
of love for everyone
not just by our own
selfish ways.
My heart bleeds, clench into fist with tears from my eyes as to what i have read and saw news over the internet from my hometown City in the Philippines that a tragic disaster had happened. Traumatic things to some who have witnessed in their eyes those people lying on the street dead and some were injured so bad that still confined in the hospital on that day Sept.2 friday night the bomb exploded near at a University  from my hometown City where I was raised and born. I am thankful to God that my beloved loved ones were safe & secured but feel sad too that some of the lives were taken away and I symphatize to those families that were affected by the unexpected incidents. Its just ashame of my own country, disrespectful, cruel and very ignorant of my co-filipinos who were just good at symphatizing other countries like Syria, France etc when a tragic things happened to those countries and yet mocking out to their own country laughing and blaming out to the President to what had just happened to his home City instead of loving out their own country by giving out their sympathy, still some filipinos are as frozen and cold-blooded feelings who cant emphatize. But even if we got mad over this, it won't be changed so instead let's pray to the souls of the victims, pray for our own beloved President that God will guide and protect him from his duty of this country, pray for our fellowmen armies who are encountering the abu sayaf to protect our country and pray for the peace of our World that this things will end.

I just hope that this will be given justice.





September 4, 2016
Copyright
Jerelii
With frenetic horns he gores
    The limp woman
******-aired
          Draped on his bulging forearms
              Undoubtedly bronzed
          By  Mediterranean suns
                      Or paled
         By subterranean shadows

She is either praying or panting
                     Fainting or fawning
                           Framed
              In an unimagined  tense
Based on Picasso's drawing "Minotaur and Pray"

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"Back In The Day, Yeah, when men did a little work, but
a lot of play.
Meetings at the saloon, and many times drinking
til noon.
So many pats on the back from strangers they cared
nothing about.
Just the company at a card table, or playing
craps in the back.
Yeah. Back In The Day is something today that
they cheer about.
Something though they all left out.
Their Ladies kept at home.
Probably dancing with the
kitchen broom.
Hardly ever spoken to, only when they jumped
after being told what to do.
Cleaning, and cooking. Making sure the children
were all cared for, cleaned, and dressed.
Making sure the Mother in them gave them their
best.
No respect until one day they took a stand.
They fought  back against man.
They've come a long way to show the world that
they can.
So many say. "It's a man's world."
I say. "Look at the shape it's in."
Seems we  left it impearled."
I write this, because i'm a man of 66 years young. I think Back In The Day
quite a bit. The days of my Grandparents. The early 1900's. Woman were nothing but a Human Robot to the men. The work that the woman did, was the work the man wanted no part of, yet they show no respect for the love that woman had for man. To me it was a sin. Imagine if they were given self respect, and honor Back In The Day. If they did, too me...
Today would be called, and proudly said."It's a woman's world." I also said. PROUDLY, because it would not be in the shape it's in!!!!!
washed over by glancing
clouds destroying
themselves

a slow tipping of one
place into another

me. a stop in the way.

within lost temperance
gloated at the soak being
soaked

joyless **** but sure captain
took to the bilge pumps
and purged.

water splashing off clammy
surface layered stale from
leaked toxins shut tight
under the run from
sky
to sea.

what did not stick, or
was imbibed
pooled around lifting
an oily sheen from the
ground.

imagining the dirt as blame
the breadth of broken
sky spoke
boozed baptism

wretch
All i know is,
Everything i live,
Is or was and can be,
Just a figment in anothers imagination
If the person you love
Is truly
Holding you up
Then there's no way
You could fall
For someone else
This path we all walk alone through our minds
Has the most comforting of hiding spots
Like the trees in nature all around us
We grow our thoughts
We branch out and reach for the horizon
We build up walls
To provide the shade and oxygen we need
To breathe
To have the silence we can only find within ourselves
To continue on this journey with a clear mind
We create ideas within this path
We travel on and bring as much beauty to the world as we can
And yet,
Sometimes the only comfortable solace we have
Is alone,
Just walking down this path
I,


would love to smell
like roses sweet

And I,

would love to be
like roses sweet


but I....

--------------------- can't be.

for I,

am some bird
that jumps on roses sweet
and lands
on thorns that sting


till I,

---------------------bleed.


Yet I,

stopped to pray for roses sweet,
and soared the skies
to see the ground from which I stood

till I,

.............................found me.

but I,

saw the lands to be barren;
petals fallen,
no more roses sweet

---------------------just me.
Oh mother gracious!
What is this?

----

I once had bliss!
But now?

----
Ah, spit. Spit!

----
You were like a dish set up on a table.
One that was meant to not be taste by me!

But oh dear goodness gracious!

---

Please. Spit. Spit!

----
for years,
I hungered for a little bite of you.
I indulged, and now,
Just look at me!

I am round like a circle
Circling the table
Biting
more
And
more
Of
You


I want to finish you till the last bite
but I also want for you to last forever more!

I want to be filled by you everyday,
But I don't want to ever feel completely full!


It's just that you are like this!
Some dish!


And now, all I want to do is

Spit. Spit!

Oh Nay!

I just want to eat.
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