She saw him in awaking dream.
Standing with his head hung low.
She, his mother asked, “Son, Is there something on your mind?”

He replied, “There is.”

“What is it? “

“I've been crying.... ”

“Son, what are your troubles?”

Wiping his tears
He cried,  “I caused so much pain.
I can't fix it.
I don’t know what to do...”

Her tears joined his, and cried together
Hugging, swaying,  gently rocking.

She looking over his shoulder  
A white Light began to part the clouds of rain.

“Son, have you gone to the Light?”

He said “No" with his head on her shoulder
Asking forgiveness
He cried a river of tears.

Her heart melted with love, "Let your troubles wash away. "

"How can I bear  the Light?
I murdered me! I took my life! ”

Soothing his brow, she reminded him of his sickness
His depleted body
His tired soul.
The isolation he endured
And his desire - not to be a burden
She spoke of her deep love
Acceptance and appreciation

“Son, I am deeply grateful.
You came to me with
Your sorrow, your pain, your regret, your love.
You fill me with understanding."
You  brought  my worries relief.
Washing away my pain
You fill my heart with gratitude.
Please, embrace the joy we shared together
The sweet memories.

Heart to heart
Mother & Son hugged in understanding
In forgiveness of their misunderstandings
In the joy of acceptance, gratitude, unconditional love.

"Son, Do you see The  Light?
It is opening for you"

He looked up from their embrace,  
Sighed and simply said, "Yes."

"Peace be always yours, my dear son."

"Will you forgive me?
I was so lost
Lost in deceptions
Lost in hurt
Lost in pain.
My heart became hard.
I can not bear that I broke your heart."

"Son, please forgive me too.
I  feel like I let you down.
I did not know how to reach you.
I cried when I saw the webs that snared you.
Again and again, I reached out and failed.
I could not reach you. I lost you.'
Her heart sank into pain and sadness.

"Mom, your understanding fills my soul.
Because, the truth has opened our hearts."

The Light spoke,
"Be love. Let it go!
The blame, shame, self judgment,
Self doubt
The sadness and fear.
Standing among their ancestors
He stretched out His hand.

"Mom, What do I do?”

Pray with intention
Connect with your heart

Her son spoke to the Light
"Please, forgive me.
I have been deceived
Please Bring me Home to the Safety of Your Arms"

And The Light opened His arms,
"Come unto me, my son."

She looked deeply into her son's eyes
"May my love go with you.
You will always be in my heart
Thank you for laughter.
Thank you for our memories.
Thank you for calling me your 'Akela.'
My Heart is full.
You have touched my life with your love.
Be happy. Be open to Love.”

It was an eternity, within a moment.
That they shared together
Their last embrace.  
Looking into his eyes
He smiled
Then turned and walked toward The Light.
Light's, love opened His arms,
“Welcome Home.
I have been waiting for you....”

And the words of a song danced through their hearts
Oh, no more crying
Oh no more troubles
All has been washed way.....

Aggrieved at that grievous throb
Betrayed by the rosy rose
Pricked by its deceitful thorns
Hit by the pang of remorse
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.

Those bloodshot eyes, the sulking façade
Those falling pearls of repressed feelings
Let lose is the pain once gathered
Standing on the lousy tip of life’s reeling’s
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.

This delirium of spleen
This rage I feel  towards all
All those merry, all those joyous
Jealous, for their luck is tall
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria

Deserving of desolate gloom
Meaning to feel the iniquity
The guilt of all my wrong doings
Is worth no good man’s pity.
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.

Emerging economies.

What they’re emerging from I don’t know.

My guess, the depths of hell.

From the frying pan, right into the fire, or worse; a well.

A deep hole stronger than gravity, the force.

To be forever under the thumb of remorse.



A modern era of endless acts, policies and bla bla bla.

Shut up with all your platitudes.

I see what’s really going on. Aha!

You speak of sustainable development.

Nice to know that you’ve led by example.

Carried the mantle for all these years.



Centuries of ruthlessness, now veiled in sheep’s clothing.

But you won’t shut up. Because you don’t speak.

You never have. You just do.

Each day that goes by, you carry on anew.

Behind all the talk of hope, equality and more progress,

it seems the wolves are lurking.



Cooking up the next tool to subdue countless.

This time, not behind closed doors. But in plain sight.

It’s scary to imagine such spite.

Each year that goes by it becomes clearer that you never cared.

You sold guns, drugs and all kinds of war.

And each time, you kept coming back for more.



You’ve built up antibodies that ensure your survival.

But sometimes I wonder if you’re alive at all.

But what do I know?

Maybe you’re more alive than ever.

Doing what you do best but always more clever.

That not even the most stable of geniuses can evade your pressure.



A strong enough foundation that each break makes you stronger,

So strong that not even the Gremlin can take you under.  

Against this dreary background, foregrounded is nothing short of magical.

Beyond hope, prayers or a thoughtless radical.

Or maybe this is all just fake outrage.

An attempt to evade the boredom of this endless monotony and baggage.



Or maybe, the term is out of date.

Like every other, that makes me increasingly more irate.

In which case, this poem is at least ten years late.

Or maybe there are too many maybes’.

And I’m perfectly suited for this time of vague uneasiness and indifference.

In which case, my imagination probably needs more sociology and less a lesson in rhymes.