#belated
Dear ancient true love, Happy New Year Happy birthay.
How do you do blessings.
My maginary best friend indeed many lifetimes it seems we have loved each other-rddpc.
What a wonderful world
That old famed sweet sad song.
Hearing it for what it was meaning with mine inaction,
indeed it crushed my heart on Mothers Day
i still feel the awful pain of my inaction and how I missed my mark
walking away tore me into bits.
I hated misunderstanding you.
I hated being disasociated in my struggle to support myself with honors, with gangs closing each job door I oppened.
Here to wish you belated
many Marry Christmasse
and a Happy New Years belated cards
Happy belated birthdays every year of your life
I always think of you,
my ancient true love
I got a Christmas Card and are making a copy of it found on online
A chosen christmas card as in ancient times,
wishing you many Happy Birthdays too.
A rather well-wishing snowy holiday card, celebrating every blessed month and day of January 30th also.
Though yes i survived, my tragic life filled with love despite surviving and running from serial killers since childhood.
Habitual drug users who bailed themselves out of ******* dues and implicated me and my children's life in USA-
An unprovoqued hate crime that lasted a life time.
Because where i was born annoyed them criminals, my social status.
relentless enemies stalked me for years and my children.
Ever betrayed, ever demonizing, trashing me to my own grown kids in places I shined best, brightest and holy good to my children.
These enemies repaid me evil for my good with undeserved malignant evil jealousies, envy
destroying my cherished motherhood in character and integrity, to my own grown children.
from these greedy crazed scumb
I took billion blows, by means of dead silence. Had i with my kids gone public and to authorities no divisdion would exist tarred by lies..
Despite their greed and malice I feel a sacred alignment in the motherhood
department in that, I saved myself and my baby children each time it was needed.
mMainly I was hated for my PHD survival skills along with my check book lacking funds I could never ballance and they could not steal.
I remain filled with love
The love you showed me woke me up with deepest understanding
of all you are.
Here with deep infinite gratitude for your pain your patience your sacrifices, your loss.
I remain indebted to you and your beloved Mom, your parents for all eternity
I did accepted her benefit, the treasure of her friensmdship she crowned me wit,h and for all eternity in every lifetime, infinite gratitude, infinite love to you and your parents.
I shall forever grieve such loss.
I lived with stabbing regret to not have contacted your precious loving Mom again.
For all your wounds and blows my silences gave you unintentionally
for all you offered me, for missing the mark
for your offer for a happier easier life, filled with treasures in heaven and on Earth
Your genuine family made of heaven and star diamond dust, for companionship my great treasures, along with
the joy of eternal true love i found in you for me,
I love you, NOT in a time sensitive matter but forever and chronologically without happily ever afters.
My heart sobs for my poor beloved children and because of my silence missed up on the happiness joy your beloved parents, your siblings and best friends, meant for us four.
The enemy couldn't **** me pregnant on the various ways attempted nor could steal my children so the enemy
Waited to trash demonize me in holy places to my few nlind deaf mute -in laws and my grown kids were deeply
affected prisioners by their marriage partners.
This horror true story I hid for too long and culprit waiting to end me, divide me, and lie about my heroic surviving mothetly gold skills.
The enemy stalked me tracked my car and slowly went for my in-laws to trash me to the eleven winds to everyone who was fund of me, who loved me treasured me cherished me, admired me along with my children.
To my undeserved enemies in Mexuco in Greece and in USA, my children the object of their evil obsession remains.
You beloved myvtrue love were my all my heaven sent, the forces of good and understanding. You I could not chase i lost too.
Such a precious family i found in all that you are, all of you that were mine all for the taking. I thank you I cherish you I adore your mind in any state of distress I honor you.
I never found such blessings in this
lifetime ever again.
I have mourned the loss of my grandkids relationship my only treasures, assimilated by intruder malignant thives
Those blue colar criminals still hunt me down in the medicaid medicare field eadly enemies wont give up their, greed malice and habitual drug use.
Their hate crimes isolated me from my grandkids my sons in laws took their hate to profit- I am worth more to them dead then alive.
"I always think of you as someone very dear and precious."
So beleted Marry Christmases and Belated Happy birthdays dearest darling. How i love you.
Infinite gratitude my love,
all the days of my life.
I am worshipping you.
likewise, my beloved children.
How I love you for ever
eternally yours,
Angeli.. Mom Mother.
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By: Karijinbba
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 4:17 AM UTC
"I am worthy"
Because
I am not a great teacher
Nobody says that
I can make a change
No one believes in me
Do not think that
I can make a difference
No matter what I do
No matter how much effort I put in
I help nobody
It is a lie that
I can do anything,
Because every single day I do my very best,
I am not going to lie to myself any longer,
None of my actions will be of great significance
I believe that
In the end
I am not worthy
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC
the irises have passed,
their existence, entirety,
a three week, 21 day, gun salute,
to which I was witness to but an
abbreviated four short generational
days
the Kabbalist among us say Kaddish,
and a-Buddhist chants so-be-it,
both celebrating the brevity cycle
of natural things, both notating,
that death makes room for more
ugly yelloe'd and black now,
these irises are now
misfits on a breezy,
dancing summer lawn
today, shriveled and misshapen,
they compare and contrast
on a normative, glorious,
June Sunday that
picturesque presents
the living and the deceased,
side by side
all comrades,
all summer sundries
on a dancing grass blanket
half-graveyard battlefield,
the half-heaven
oft I have writ of the beach detritus,
the shells, the sun burnt *****
a recycled funeral rectory where
no one utters prayers for the
no longer alive historical artifacts
what has this to do
with that human construct,
artifice of memory,
a string on the finger
of the mind,
a pausation, a man-made creation
to momentarily recall another of
nature's cycle -
your children
Have children.
Am a father.
Had a father in my youthful days.
this is a boy scout qualification medal,
marker of me as Expert,
permitting me to commentary
with gravitas, now that I’ve graduated
to grandfather status,
I enjoy superstar freedom
to opine inanely on such matters
of my father have I writ,
of my sons, those remain unseen,
likely neither will mark these day
with a telephone call
or an all-I-got-was-this-lousy-t shirt
gift of gall
I say that's ok for what else is there,
certainly not an unthinking, dismissive
whatever
it saddens me some for sure,
but it makes judge myself as human being
on a gradation of one to none
but more than this internal reflection,
I ponder this hallmark'd day,
as life cycle point notarized,
in verse and rhyme,
for that is what I do best
for before,
many father's day
in the priory passed,
most unrecallable,
just another ceremonial checkmark,
habitually acquitted,
but somewhere
in a drawer of shirts,
in a home I store stuff in,
I do believe, there are some cards
from decades past,
that prove nothing,
other than life goes on,
and we best capture
what we can, as best we can...
with small, objet d'art of sorts
Perhaps one will call after all...
in any event,
to honor the dead,
to mark the existing,
the bannered ship's bell rung,
its sonorous sound,
notable and onerous,
fades as well
but man and animal,
plant and tree,
a living fraternal sorority,
who all look over my shoulder
as I compose on
that Adirondack chair you
by now, we’ll acquainted
they know,
for whom the bell tolls this day,
and why as well,
as we all pause and contemplate
where we are on this day,
on our own overlapping cycles
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
To judge, to write
to scribble in the daylight
and crumple at midnight
To account for placid instincts
with the strength of an eagle's sight
The blue ink, the golden pen,
and the satchel white
That is all my birth-right
✒️
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Happy Birthday
to my favorite
and only sister.
Thanks for always
being there.
Have fun being 17
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
I'm so happy
I could grow a tail right now
I'm so belated
I could die without regrets right now
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
It started raining on the day you left. It's not stopped raining one day since. I like it, though. You know I love bad weather, and now I drown in it. You know I love you. Certain things won't and will never work. Now, with your name in lights, my life is even less lit. Can you even seen me in the furthest dark from your star? My bed may as well be chrome, my head a mini-ATX, I'm on autopilot. Toward destruction, I run open armed and face first. The wind and drag remind me of our excitement, of living with the fires lit. I'll die in it, and take all our artificial memories with me.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC