As a young kid, he feared his dad's growl
His booming voice weakened his knees
Dad did not like slacking
And he used his words to remind

Now as man, he misses dad's counsel
Before his Old Man joined his forefathers
Time had mellowed him
He now picked his words and adjusted his tone
And for this, son was thankful

Sharp words had turned to soothing words
The growl gone, replaced by wise whispers
The message, clearer
The son, more receptive
Unfortunately,  the old man is now gone
Luckily , his final words remain

Don't break what makes me whole
Don't take what you don't own
My woman
Doing that will dim my sky
It will take my joy away
My woman
Yes, we have tribulations
I know, together we will win these trials
My woman
She mine, I remind
Without her I will be out of my mind
My woman

The faithful of Christ, with a cross held high,
Proclaim their Savior, the Son of the sky.
His blood, they avow, washed all sins away,
The one righteous path to an eternal day.

The followers of Allah, on bended knee,
Revere the Prophet for all to see.
The Quran, they say, a perfect decree,
The final word for humanity.

The Hindus chant names of gods without end,
A cosmic dance where all lives transcend.
The karma they earn, a soul's destiny,
The ultimate truth for all eternity.

The Buddhists sit still, in silent accord,
With the Four Noble Truths to be adored.
They seek to escape this world of pain,
Through enlightenment, to be born again.

The Jewish people, with Torah and prayer,
Uphold the covenant, a burden they bear.
They await the Messiah, a promise of old,
A story of chosen, in traditions of gold.

All claim the light, the one righteous way,
The truth revealed to guide and to sway.
Each book a beacon, each prophet a guide,
With certainty, their truth they confide.

So who is to judge on this earthly stage?
The wars, the crusades, the righteous rage.
Is the judge the one who holds the sword,
Or the one who truly hears the word?

Perhaps the judge is not some mighty hand,
But the love and grace in this very land.
The humble heart, the hand that helps,
The quiet prayer, the tear that welts.

For in the end, when all is said,
When the last true believer is finally dead,
The judge may be the love they all share,
And the kindness they show, to all, everywhere.

You're an awful person
Horrible human
The worst kind

Who leaves her boyfriend
To go for a jog
Sunday morning,  Sunday
At 6 am
Only you , you despicable human being

But guess what,
I'll feed you pancakes when you return
Complete with a cream on top
Because I love you

See you soon.

In shadows deep where secrets lie,
A nefarious plot begins to brew.
With whispers soft, beneath the sky,
A wicked scheme, both dark and new.
Through twisting lanes and moonlit glades,
He weaves his web with cunning art.
A master of deceitful masquerades,
To break the trusting, innocent heart.
His smile, a mask, so smooth and grand,
Concealing malice, cold and keen.
A serpent's guile, throughout the land,
A villain's triumph, yet unseen.
But fate, it watches, ever near,
And justice sleeps not in the night.
Though darkness reigns, and brings forth fear,
The dawn shall break, with cleansing light.
For truth will pierce the deepest gloom,
And bring to naught his evil reign.
The nefarious plot will meet its doom,
And virtue rise, from toil and pain.

They stood there, gaping with insatiate eye,
No blush of shame, no touch of reverence nigh.
With brazen stares, they feasted on her grace,
While others bold did venture to her space,
With gilded gifts and words of honeyed art,
To win a favour from her gentle heart.
Yet, all in vain their hollow efforts proved,
For she, disdainful, from their gaze unmoved,
Did cling unto mine arm with fervent hold,
As if her very life thereon enrolled.
Ah, foolish men, whose sight, so dim and deep,
Knew not the truth her loyal heart did keep:
For she, long since, was spoken for, by me.

Have you ever had a fever
The kind that leaves you trembling
Intense and unrelenting.
Ironically,  you love the feeling
The elation, the warmth, the adrenalin
Yes, the love fever
The best kind of fever,
Comes on when you are bitten by the love bug
The one that requires special attention
Get me my night Nurse. Quick.