Although an atheist
   with many question that abound
bout the lineage of humanity, this bard
   formerly of Belmont hills
nada seeketh to be crowned
yet applauds those

   who attest in deity
   where salvation doth re-dound
peace of body, mind
   and spirit can be found
and rest in peace when demise
   finds her/him under ground
identified by a tombstone and a mound
which...over time becomes less round.

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YO­M KIPPUR ™

Those who practice Jewish
   faith pay obeisance
   Too holiest day of their year
Atonement & repentance mantra themes

   Unswerving prayers flock doth wear
As spiritual raiment in tandem
   With a twenty-five hour
   fast orthodox n’er veer
With pride synagogues rabbi beckons
   flock to don cloak of virtue to wear

Supplicating against creator
   sans vices within psyche tear
The delicate fabric covenant
   easily shredded
   per temptation from ****** spear

Loftiness attendant on this
   High Holy Day
   whence judgment severe
Within gilt written tomb
   encapsulating behavior –

   Vile forgiveness rare  
Thus inducing many a worshiper
   To spend hours immersed in prayer
Or…even self-abuse to vitiate
   demonic forces that invisibly leer

Drowning out words of the prophet
   that believers must hear
To attain coveted accompaniment
   To promised land
   without materialistic gear

Whence with most obedience
   to sacred texts will fare
Most successfully and kowtowed
   Like Rudolph the red nose rein deer

While Santa Claus
   godlike heard crystal clear
Whose voice ushers inxs of hoof beats
   Akin to horn of Gabriel did blare

As eve n tide cast dark shadows
   from royal Belvedere
For those lives of purity
   offered salvation into the heavenly air.

It’s like an echo off a cliff
Quiet as the hissing wind
Which hums over the wingtips of a gull
Lost in a sea of sand
Beneath the feet of a Castaway
Are the memories of bygone times and days gone by
They are washed away
As is every hope and happiness
Which once was brought upon, by the comforting rain
Though the trees connect his head and hands
To the barren sky above his head
No firelight can catch a glimpse of the looking glass
Or signal back, beyond the reef and its crooked back
For his is only in his heart inland
That survived the falling flights decent
Out of the sky above his head
Where the wings of changes could carry him back
Home to her arms, at loving last

sometimes relationships are like movies; you can predict the ****** or the ending even before it happens. when the movie ends, you need to evaluate if it's worth putting more time and effort into a sequel: same cast, same plot, same idea. but sometimes, it takes a terrible sequel in order to realize that every minute you loved is over and you can either re-watch them over and over, until you can recognize that you need a new cast, a new story, and a new vision. pick your own cast-choose wisely. write your own script. but do not let it write you.

I cast the stone
Upon her
She who I knew a deceiver
A dishonest person
A cheater

Shame on her!

I have fought with her too many times
I stood beside her for so long
But now, here I am
I cast the stone
Upon her

Why not?

We lived in the same place
But now she's leaving
We sang the same songs
But now I hear different tunes from her lips

She has changed...

She has changed that I can no longer see her
Her eyes were brown but now they're blue
Her black hair now has a golden hue
And often she tries not to speak our words

Why?

Because she doesn't love me anymore?
Because I cannot give her what she wants?
Because I cannot make her happy all the time?

I can't accept...

I just cast the stone
Upon her
Just because

She left me
Enduring the pain alone
From the stones
They cast on me
Which we endured together
Before

Because she was fighting for me.