the onion in father's hands had no time to cry, he punched it with his fist on the corner of a table, then ate it with salt and sheep's cheese, (like pyramid builders my father was paid in onions)
the onion in mother's hands was sweet, called brotherly onion, and made many leaves, spring after spring it was multiplied throughout the village people kept wondering how the onion in mother's hand doesn”t bring tears,
- the onion in my hands is waiting
to clean it with my hands, to cut it with a knife, to punch it with a fist,
I think, whenever I have an onion in my hands I think,
You struck a chord the moment you entered the vicinity, Captivating all that crossed your path, The stride in your step coupled with the pride held in your respects, Unified by the reverberance of your allure enchanted most, She was not fooled by the glee celebrated by the free, Naïve she once was only to awaken to the taunts of the mistaken, She exits from all viewpoints, Holding a guarded heart with precarious intent.
The night clung to me Like a cold sweat Pressing my dress Against my skin Until the dampness of my panic Ran with my mascara I nestled my keys between my fingers Makeshift Freddy Krueger Lashing out at shadows As they slinked around my feet Fear sliding slowly along my face And wiped it away quickly So I could forget I was alone In the middle of the city At night Leering glares and catcalls Loitered doorways Tugging at my sleeves Twisting their claws in my hair Offering up glasses overflowing In broken promises And blatant lies As I tried to rush by Looking for a vacant streetlights To hover, fluttering near with paper wings So I could forget I was woman alone In the middle of the city At night
Remember the movie "Terminator"-- the first one? Sarah was being hunted and Kyle was sent back in time to protect her from the machine-made Terminator
whose only purpose in life was to end hers.
How was he to know that when he entered into her world; he was going to fall so deeply? And without his entrance into her life-- he would have no reason to come across time for her-- the fruit of their love would have never been born--
the very reason for the very reason of the killer's mission.
To try to figure out and understand where this perpetual cycle of love began, would bog the mind-- all that can be done is acceptance or rejection of that love.
Yeah, but what a love it was-- Kyle came across time for her.
and for her, he crossed over multiple Realms. https://youtu.be/88xfmMY9qcQ