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Does your love that shallow?
              Is it just for show?
     or does it hard to swallow?
                           Are you that shy
    to evade me, then why lie?
I know -  I’m old and weary
so I worry,
I don’t want
to be played sorry.
just better not to like me at all.
A faulty start, I lost all my stars
Personally, I became a recluse
Truly afraid to be abuse.
Envious of some solemn luck,
            In love, I am an ugly duck.
I **** in many ways,
seems no one is able to stay.
                     Its okay.
Just pretend, as you did not hear
            Do not count me, as I am not here.
   Moreover, hide as if I did not know your there.
So do not love me as if you needed me
       Just love me sincerely
       Or else better don’t
       I am better alone - anyways….
Thank you for all those who still read me. I am not as active as I used to be, to write and read, alot. Perhaps I became the star who lost all will to light up or the mandane things got me numb in many things. I am sorry for that.

this one is the continuation of the previous piece...
stone angels and crosses,
myrtle leaves and a wreath of roses.

i have built relationships
among the tombstones
and beneath dirt
silent voices shout

time is quicksand!

so, climb a mountain,
swim the sea,
jump into the fire,
walk the high wire,
stumble on

be free.

the softness of her hand in my hand.
her humming to a song
and a whisper comes from the grave of my mom,
don't let life slip away into sorrow,

and through the moonlit smiles of angels,
through the silence of stone,

there among the tombstones
where time no longer teases,

the silent flight of tomorrows.
rules for wars
and other fictions

and the grave digger
gives me a nod
hands me a shovel of thunder

what to tell the children?

shadows can't exist
without light
and on my bended knees
lightning in the air
looking up

what to tell
the little boys and girls?

be amused,
smile,

darlings, it's not odd, not at all

we humans shed our skin like snakes
and one man's freedom fighter
is another man's terrorist

hell broke loose in Palestine
hell broke loose in the Ukraine

the angels' weeping choir
and cat eyes turn grey as the sea

the cat stares into the fire
cold as the sea

child, have you seen some
awfulness?

what could it be?

my cat howls into the fire

what to say to the children?

(welcome to the night)

pawns and kings, the rooks
the bittersweet comedy
of the heart and other losers


what to tell the children?
Is cultivated structured, planned, made
He responds better rested, well paid
Handlers near, He hides in a blockade

He starts off strong, but can’t last long
He can’t speak dance or sing a song
He doesn’t know where he belongs

He stands out ,awkward in the mix
Needs downtime to program another fix
A well oiled machine knows the tricks

Tall tale signs practice to deceive
reiterate the theme until all believe
American People are not that naïve

Regurgitate phrases, people in a daze
Mindless masses follow the craze
Blind obedience, ignorant haze

Occasionally , He will misfire
That’s when He should retire
Yet they prop him up and falsely admire

Too feeble to read his lines
If judged, he will never do time
continues to perpetuate another crime

When it all goes south
Blunders bloopers comes out of his mouth
Blame insanity says the speaker the house

He stutters, mutters, then stalls
He shuffles his feet and falls
A blank look He stares at the walls

He shakes a hand yet nobody is there
Bewildered, he falls up the stairs
Sadder still his handlers Don’t care


He can’t get off the stage
Easily confused, his tone He can’t gauge
Has trouble reading what’s on the page

The media’s prepackaged narrative
Fact, checkers, collaborative
Concealing the truth is Imperative

Keep in line, Lock stock step together
Party Polar opposites, birds of a feather
Another four years we cannot weather

A debacle for the world to see
Destroying America Land of the free
But he gets away with it! How can that be?

How did we end up here?
Protesters yell” Death to America” cheer
This is only going to get worse, I Fear

The U.S., a strategic coup, is it our fate?
Will we stand or will we capitulate?
At a precipice, wake up before it’s too late.
BLT word of the day challenge 5-16-24
Debacle
Synonymously with fiasco to mean a complete failure. It can also refer to a great disaster, causing significant suffering or loss..

I saw this movie Manchurian candidate with Denzel Washington. about a  candidate a Group of soldiers that were programmed with mind control . It was my inspiration me  for this poem. I know the government has used mine control and currently uses mind control. Interesting concept frightening actually.
An empty swing hangs from a tree
Drifting in the airs varying touch
Vacant in his mind,
Where light shines upon the grass,
Stretching and leading
While shadows kiss the base of it's warm bark
This tree has a memory,
As the swing longs in its drift

This place
Where she used to reside,
Radiating magic and captivating flowers,
Remains dormant

The swing longs,
The tree mourns
The light, slightly dimmed and muddled

While remnants of her enchantment
Leave the scent of life and beauty embedded in every space
Her words once touched
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