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 Nov 2015 Sana
Richard Riddle
Because of recent fatal accidents that have occurred in the Dallas area, I felt it appropriate to repost this piece.*

Richard Riddle 11-06-2015

There are many "you's" out there, on the highways, byways, freeways. Those that put others in harms way, excercising their egotistical need to be "first in line", "head of the class", so to speak; "**** the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" is their rallying cry.

It makes no difference what "YOU" are driving, old vehicle, new vehicle. Perhaps an overly powerful pickup truck, or an SUV, that makes YOU feel IMMORTAL. Ice, snow, rain, dark of night, makes no difference to YOU. Inconsiderate, rude, careless, makes YOU, dangerous. Today is no different, its "all about YOU." Speeding, weaving in and out of traffic, no need for signals, tail-gating,  trying to get that vehicle out of YOUR way, because YOU are being "INCONVENIENCED!" YOU, don't care! For this morning, like any other morning, "its all about YOU."

The lights are a bit glaring, as you begin to emerge from that state of unconsciousness, laying in that hospital bed, wondering where you are, who, and why, are those strangers standing around you.
They are the doctors, nurses, first responders, investigators, preparing for your reaction when you're told that the brains of your spouse and children had to be scraped off the pavement with a snow shovel.
You should be proud of yourself. For today is truly,
                                              "All about YOU!"

copyright: richard riddle April 03, 2015
37 years as an accident investigator, have seen many of these. This piece was inspired by Jamie Burkes, "BOOM". Thanks, Jamie!
 Nov 2015 Sana
Richard Riddle
Matthew 24:6King James Version (KJV)

6: "And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet."

"But, we're working towards it!"

richard riddle: 11-09-2015
 Nov 2015 Sana
Raven
Echo.
 Nov 2015 Sana
Raven
Every time I rest my head on his chest, I could hear echoes of all the people who had let go.
 Nov 2015 Sana
prasad bolimeru
nothing is so sad
rather than coming across
an eye that is not an oasis in your desert
nothing can be a mishap
rather than meeting a dried heart ----

my body, the heap of sand
becomes the shore, the soul,
when your finger tips of tides
creep on my spine
the fragrance of anesthesia crawls like crab
the aesthetic flame circles like sea-gull
on the shore
the dawn and dusk compete to copulate
with their own fate
gifted are the shells
the sweet memories of the garland
the secrets of our love
that simple open secret of happiness

nothing is so sad
rather than coming across
an eye that is not an oasis in your desert
nothing can be a mishap
rather than meeting a dried heart ----
 Nov 2015 Sana
prasad bolimeru
like the stream that jumps into the farm-land
like the corn-field that is laden with passion
like the dawn that swings like a golden dream
the sparrow
used to be a chirp on my window shade

the drooping plait of corn-stems in the balcony
the syllables of love letter as an abstract design on floor
the warm incarnation of nature in the eaves
the sparrow
used to be a mystic interjection of past and future

o my companion !
as you apply kohl to your eyes
to control the over-flow of my dreams
as you decorate your grace
to disturb my meditating desire
as you keep my emotion on your fore-head
to arrest my peace like a smile on your lips
the sparrow
used to perch in front of the mirror
to decipher the beautiful secret of co-existence .

o my companion! where the key of love is lost?

now, the window shutter is only the wooden cry-
now, the balcony is only the spoiled canvas
now, the mirror is only the sheet of glass
life is only an extinct dream, now!
o my companion !
cannot we preserve the endangered human values?
cannot we find the little sparrow in front of our mirror?
 Nov 2015 Sana
prasad bolimeru
KNOW NOT
WHY? AND HOW?
I AM ON THIS PATH
THIS PATH WAS MEASURED
BY THE FOOT-STEPS OF THEM,
WHO DARED TO TRAVEL,
BEFORE THE TABOO WAS BORN..
HIDDEN IN ITS BREATH
THE PAIN AND PASSION OF DREAM,
THE DREAM THAT DARED TO EXIST,
IN THE EYES OF FIRST MAID..
MY LORD -- MY LOVE-- MY TEACHER
YOU ARE SO KIND
BUT I AM LEARNING
TO LOVE THE LOVING,
WAITING FOR THE HAND,
THAT HAND WITH A TORCH
THAT LEADS ME TO DESTINY--
OH ! MY LORD!
KEEP YOUR PALM ON MY SHOULDER.
OH ! MY LOVE!
PLANT YOUR TEAR IN MY EYE.
OH ! MY TEACHER!
MAKE ME A TIMELY LEARNER.
WISH TO ROLL THE PATH
----- BEFORE DAWN!
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