Dear Lord Jesus You are in my heart Day and night and You are my strength And my hope in life and I'm so very grateful For you in my life And you hold me tight In your heart softly Kissing me day and Night and you make me Stronger every day and I love you more With each passing day Amen Lord Jesus Christ.
When she folds into me and weeps, The world of empty things falls into me Like the wetness of July in antiquated Rome, Mother of tears, Mater Lachrymarum, in Forum stone, The rain-addled veneers of Octavia’s portico.
Gather up these black sickened bellies of ruins, Turn them out to make hunger the den of the skies, Let the cracked whisper of each monument and temple Breathe as Caesar, in unending stillness like a bare road.
A road is the sadness of seeing our beginning But knowing love its far-off end is foretold.
the light tore through her eyes as she rolled in the green grass laughing through her tears as she watched the sun’s demise
and seeing the sky turn from arctic to indigo she lifted herself from the earthen bed rosy cheeks aglow
tumbling drunkenly down cobbled ground hearing the concertina player’s refrain the air cradling the forte of the sound and the breeze thickened with the cool evening veil so she walked past the mosaic homes, sleeping in their wake, somewhat yearning for the mundane and her heart begins to ache
for she slept not in the cotton sheets of a sun-warmed bed nor in the arms of another because her eyes streamed storms and she belonged to the wild
waltzing between cities that she had long forgotten gently removing the bandages of long-healed wounds bright unsure eyes like a child
and though her hair was held in beautiful black drapes and her body clothed in a flowing white dress her curiosity like a little boy’s traipse
her heart roared fires spitting with ash and flame her mind like a tiger no man could tame
she was a living breathing storm calm on its surface fickle to transform
so as she rolled through the grass watching the sun’s demise golden fires blazed in her eyes.
An enemy That covets Your land, your Gold-bestowed Natural wealth And your wife Creating a strife Stripping you of Your liberty And identity Is all out To mar your life!
This blatant aggression Standing together It is better we deter.
So, if intentionally Or otherwise On you, if I might Have posed A grievance To date, I ask apology Let us bury The hatchet.
Among us, An axe to grind For a divisive wedge An enemy cruel & wild Must not find.
Thus, while In full command Of your health If you fail To march To the front I will take that To the dignity of Our sovereign nation And me An affront.
I swear to God I swear to God Up on return There is No restraint My anger My punitive Measures against Such malingers Back to hold.
Of course, We need The prayer Of the feeble And the old, The heavily-armed Invading army When we fight Supper bold.
I assure you By the grace Of God Victory for us Is what The future hold.
(The Chief of the provision wing)
Women of the nation Pull your sleeves; As provision Dry food— Roasted chickpeas Roasted peas Dry meat— If you prepare It will be good. Also to boost Immunity in The original way Prepare and ready Garlic, red chili And ginger In a form of A powder.
(The principal of transport)
Array pack animals Provisions to transport From every corner Of the nation, The palace To the battlefront. S/he who has A horse or a mule Must come along With some hays For its fuel.
(The master of musicians)
Take on board Musical instrumentalists Vocalists, who War songs that chant About victory At hand not hesitant.
(Traditional Health Professionals)
Also take aboard Women, herbalists That will nurse The wounded Back into shape Also the recuperating To fight back Who help.
(The logistic head)
Our resource gap to fill While in the battle mill We have to take along Bullet swaggers Ammunition repairers. Utilizing such skill Would allow us With limited resource More troops to ****. This way The cavalry And infantry Will fight About logistic With little worry.
Let us march Let us march To the place of Showdown To write Golden history Like Golead & David That has no match!
Let us be A standard bearer If united Freedom fighters Could a giant enemy Like Goliad deter.
On my sword I have engraved Menilik’s power Is Almighty God So behold Those who pick Against the peaceful A sword Will perish by The sword.
About colonization As I earlier grabbed The import I had accessed Enough arsenal Via the port. If divide & conquer Is their aim With Ethiopians’ Oneness &unity I will foil Their game They will have Themselves to blame.
In the meantime King Aba Jifar Taking over inland Maladministration, disorder Will bar In such a way Ethiopians’ chemistry Will be heard Wide and far.///
There's a boy in Venice He sits quietly in a sullen ally Velvet hands, scarlet feet Strumming his guitar He sings with a voice rooted in pain Scratched by broken dreams But when he played His heart filled the empty arpeggio With no other ambition but to please He sat, and he played with ease Staring down at his everything Loving her
There's a girl in satin Holding onto her chest Shame succumbed by joy Painting her bambola’s face Her small feet dangling from the golden framed chair Pink cheeks Braided hair Her doll looked the same Putting down the paint brush she sat there Loving her
The boy in Venice plays, He strokes the strings Hopping from one string to the other Calloused extremities creating a symphony And the girl in satin heard And she danced The boy who's face was viewed by none shifted up And he danced Two people one world one song
Rome's majesty hangs in the night air in a haze of amber and gold illuminating the domes and cypress trees and clinging to our newly infatuated cheeks like a million droplets of citrine mist conjured from the knowing mischief that imbues the age-old streets
Our formerly suppressed smiles break their bonds and creep up our faces to sparkle from our eyes as our fingers entwine and the columns and porticos look on winking at us, nudging us, urging us to cavort with olives and wine and revel in decadence with the ancients
We cross a bridge over the River Tiber a dark shimmering ribbon that subtly beckons us to gaze at its glory and reminds us like a sly grandfather that while the city is eternal we are just mortals and every second of magic is there to be grasped
Accepting its sage, I squeeze her hand making her gasp and bite her lip. I climb up and sit on the edge of the bridge she joins me and brushes the hair from her face revealing cheeks that flush pinker by the second. We stare at each other in silence against a backdrop of timeless radiance
Her chest rises and falls but filled with the steel of Caesar's legions I lean forward and cradle her soft, glowing face and inhale her sweet, warm breath before our lips brush and fizzle with delight caressing softly as the static crackles until we pant for air
We adjust, reconnect and sink back into each other in a swirl of saffron hued enchantment merging with the city and time as three millennia of history alights in rapturous applause, to relive its ecstacies through our perishable young flesh