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surprising, probably teasing,
hopefully.        it was said.

deflated, we walked the lane,
watched the flood.     water

everywhere, washed the car
needlessly. tidied
the outbuilding, swept the

cellar.       it has been
raining a lot recently. be

careful what you say.
~
A blood promise
On the threshing floor
--a strand named Skull of Sidon.

The sunset passage
No longer a place for them,
The acceptance of absolute negation
Remedios the beauty.

Saint Fishermen churn in the waves
Crushing grapes from the estate,
Even the girl with the silver eyes,
Only then will their house be blessed.

Women uncharted,
But prisoned on watery shore,
Hum a silent prayer.

This is atonement day,
May grace be with them
In all the days ahead.

~
Gifted life,
we all view the world through our own lens, but yet,
we are one,
bonded by a universal soul, and
never alone.
She was the image of a cherub,
Radiating light,
Big blue eyes,
Chubby cheeks,
Heartshaped, rubby red lips,
Wrapped in an aura of sadness,
Brought a tear to the eye.
Emoted tender feelings in others,
Wow!
An old soul,
She's been kissed by the hand of God
I just want to pick her up,
Hold her and take her home


Too young to understand when the hand that birthed her,
Abandoned her,
Lost in addiction
four other younger siblings, all from different fathers,
One sold, at the price of addiction,
Others taken out of school,
Living in abandoned buildings,

Afraid in the dark,
Terrifying nightmares,
Haunted by shadows encircling her,
stirred from sleep,
Harrowing screams,
I want Mommy
I want Mommy
I want Mommy
Stripped, broken toys remain
Rest her head on a pillow of dreams,
Sleeping silently through the night

Her mom rests in her heart,
With whispers of,
I love Mommy
I'm miss Mommy
I am going to see Mommy

Dark, secretive life,
Don't fit in,
Exposure, rejection
Outcast, ugly family,,
Comfortable alone,
No time, working increasing hours,
Crushed,
Can't bear siblings growling stomachs,
Holes in shoes,
***** underwear,
Family, center and core,
Guiding direction,
No matter the cost,
Some things never change,
Hardship after hardship,
Circumstances, Poverty, and acts of soul ******,
At the hand of addiction

She lives in forgiveness, not bitterness,
Comforts others, bringing them to hope,
The soul of family,
Embraced,
Defines beauty in life,

She owns a  part of my heart,
Looking into her eyes,
Emotes a prayer, a vision,

Soul reborn,
Scars slowly fading away,
Promises broken, fulfilled,
Viewing the world through a child's lens,
Family united, cloaked in love,
Safe and secure,
In a big beautiful house,
Address, Easy Street
Breaking chains of the past,

Put her on Easy Street,
Swaggering in pearls.
Oblation for love,
but it's unbearable consecration,
It’s not an altar
when it takes everything
you desired.

For chess’s dark or white piece—
why must it wound another’s peace?
For voids, no creation is needed;
emptiness speaks instead.

For sun’s warmth, so like life,
why must it burn the crescent moon at night?
Now imbalance grips too tight—
two halves never sealed in silence.
The dark embraced with resilience
Sometimes sacrifices for others betterment left us with unbearable pain it just not burn the one but it burns the whole world belonging to one
So the question is, is it worth to make sacrifices or to be sacrificed? Where both collapse
Oh gosh, how has that day of the year
Come around so fast, again…
That dreaded school photo day!

The day that marks progression,
The day that celebrates successful transition,
The day that snaps aging,
And the day that puts front and centre all that I have been avoiding!

Everything in me wants to ‘dream up’
Some wildly legitimate reason for my (ab)sense —

But then I am reminded of the sentiment from a wise friend,

“As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle…”

Ok, Paul, I will bear up and I will buck up!

I won't hide and be a prisoner to this Western world of beauty —

But, I will celebrate my aging with this portrait,

It will thus be known as,

“Portrait of a lady who lived authentically” —
Ephesians 4:1–6 (NIVUK)

I work part-time as a counsellor at a local school, hence school photos.
If you don’t know who’s side you’re on,
Come stand by me, it’s mine.
If you don’t know who’s right or wrong
We’ll sort it out in time.

If you don’t know what choice to make
For none of them look good
Come join me for convenience sake
It’s something that you should.

If you don’t know what you should do
Come sit by me and learn
I’ll tutor you the whole way through -
Teach you which way to turn.

If you don’t know who I might be
Come here and take my hand
We’ll help this country to be free
And once again the promised land.
ljm
Soft pillows and a warm throw on my sofa .
acacia
"i know that, i know that
what's mine will find me"
(1)


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sigh...
(forgive my intrusion)
not necessarily-
for too many, we have to invent, create and
forever to be on the lookout for to
find what we need,
forgive and then, not begrudge the time it may take,
finally
then to make it ours,
for
that's when the work begins,

sometimes it takes a forever
to know how to define, create
find, a forevermore

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exactly 5:00am
Wed Sep 10
in the dark, dark sunroom
Creating majesty with the maggots.
Creatures crawling in the filth
will always have a feast.
Grabbing the greatest and the least
decay persists.
Get comfortable with chaos.
Create
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