Sadly as it all comes to an end
somehow I wish to say the words I never said
somehow I wish I could say them now
it's time to take my breath away, take it with pride and bow!

Your insecurity is so cute yet so pathetic
it prevents you from seeing your perfection, so electromagnetic!
Every bit of you is time consuming
you see not how amazing you are, reassuring.

It seems lady luck is at her side
yet she can't seem to cherish the luxury of the tide
How I wish I were her for I will know what ought
caressing you with every single thought

No longer will you feel the need to search
for the desires will cease to exist once I begin to smirch
it will no longer be the beginning or the end
but it will linger in time as what we have cannot be hastened.

Perhaps what hinders this from occurring
is the fact that's its one sided and demurring
Never can thy lips of mine express thee
the words stumble and fumble, nervous I flee

Gathering courage is all but futile
no path can influence to void the inevitable, how vile!
it can never be, never can it be!
as this is the story of a love so tragic that befell on me.

It's degrading how you fail to see
the significance of this feeling to me
to you, it's but jester's words of entertainment
to me, it's my whole world you baffled and shaken, rattled with fulfillment!

Alas I can never deny
as much as I can't defy
the immense love and care I possess
that bisects the heavens above and crosses

(Carla continued to talk with Pedro in their bedroom. Carla said,)



''I thought that our communion will change me in better, ''
''What changes can you make in your thoughts and actions? This subject Sickens me, '' ''Beatrice is like you and I'm gonna let her
Marry you; I intend to divorce; I feel like a reject.




(Carla continued,)



It's wise to end our loveless marriage, '' '' our home will change because
You choose to change it; you have a kind of self-confidence,
Which is not good while I feel your strong attraction to me,
And your possessiveness hurts me; do you see the consequence? ''



(Concluded Pedro. She replied,)



''Sometimes, you're too passive and melancholic, '' ''I'm depressed.
You created an air of mystery; you keep your secrets
Bottled up inside and hidden from me; '' ''I do my best.''
''You don't take responsibility though you have regrets.



(Pedro continued,)



You are patient, and you take yourself too seriously.''
''The first thing Beatrice wanted to do was to make
Our tension go along with our life; she loves you dangerously.
I had to overcome the conflicts hoping that you would awake.



(Carla continued,)



I did all my best while trying to balance everything
We've got to live a happy family life, '' ''you cannot
Maintain your emotional balance, '' '' well, love is all or nothing.''
To achieve stability, in all your charm I have been caught, ’’



(Pedro replied. Carla said,)



''The woman must have equal chances as the man has
To communicate with God; much more, she needs some education
To understand the experience of her man, whereas
The man must understand his wife; '' '' you dance over separation.


(Pedro continued,)



The result is a lack of harmony in our relationship
Affecting our communication and leading to this
Moral misery; I could see what happened on the ship
Between you and Miguel, '' ''what happened? '' '' Does he know how to kiss? ''



(Carla replied,)



''Bella's relationship with God was too intimate and quite
Strange motivating Miguel to have platonic relationships
With other women.'' He smiled, '' you're unfit to be his mate.
Bella was a decent wife not needing lovers on the ships.



(Pedro continued,)



The bride of Christ is a believer of the Christian Church.
Miguel suffered because she couldn't give birth to another
Child; he's your victim, and you must be ashamed at the smirch
Of flirting with other men in front of me; you're a mother!



(Pedro continued,)



She advised me to stop being ignorant, but I've told her that
For me, it was very important to make my personal
Dreams come true; '' '' those cures weakened her to fall down like a brat.''
''While playing the violin, she felt so emotional.''



(Carla replied,)


''Her arms were sensitized, and she felt the deep touch
Of the Medusa while being scared because she couldn't swim.''
''They didn't feel the danger though they loved each other so much, ''
''Maybe she wanted her own death, '' ''she was so graceful and slim.''

(...to be continued…)

Poem by Marieta Maglas

You will burn in Hell, for all eternity
Burning red hot coals, grief and agony
-
Were you a ******* *****? Drug dealer of a thief?
Nooo…a lovey dovey “Christian”, “faith” was your motif
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You were goody-goody, every Sunday went to church
Ha! Is that so? Your religion is a smirch
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Pray tell explain, why you don’t know ****
“Goyim” is a word, that best does you befit
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Do you have a Bible? Or diarrhea on a page
Can you discern? Will THE TRUTH assuage?
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Unless you have the KJV, the book you have is ****
New translations are corrupt, more than a little bit
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Hey lovey-dovey “Christian”, does this matter? Do you care?
You’re religious ****, of you I will beware
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Not only are you ****. Your “gospel” is a fake
Your Jesus [1] is so too, in Hell you’ll burn and bake
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You will get to prove [2], if you are Elect
Or a *******, in a condemned sect

[1] 2nd Cor 11:4
[2] Rev 16:2 & Rev 14:10

Beneath its angry peering orange light,
The sprawling noisome city in the night
Reflects upon a setting quarter moon
Her shrouded secret-veiling wisps of spume.

There plays out on this otherworldy stage
A fable tale plain made for any age:
There are two planes of interpassing cloud
The dark, the light thereon presented proud.

The dark at most obscure the moon complete,
Less dense are dancers’ masks, deception sweet;
The mackerel bank at verge a clear seen bound,
No smirch upon her face its line beyond.

The light alone’s thin veil hides not her face
Aglow with stolen yellow of Sun’s grace,
But when the dark appear even and sparse
Its lining silver shines in filigree bars.

For us below, moons set and rise again;
Towards the set of our long day of pain
No ache without remembering joyful love,
The dark and light together ever thought of.

Although I walked thoughtlessly
Beneath the doctrines and sciences of men
And all the path I trail led to rust
Like the scriptures speaketh stoutly
The tail of every dust is rust
Yet still I laid beside him
Like one of his darling grungy garments
Elected out of the trivial

An inexplicable love
I doubt men had shown in the histories
Such a great mystery of love
For even in my malodorous transgressions and atrocities
Did he prize and pride me into his waters
And washed me thoroughly of my smirch;and made me whole

I reminiscent the deeds of old
When I stride in the midst of the sadducees and pharisees
Wallowing the mire
The envious glares in my eyes,deceitful tongue
And the felonies that pitch tents on my heart
Yet he never let me by or alone
In the tides of death nor drown into the deep abyss

What a love I've found with no bounds
A love that crowns the tramps
And make them champs
A love that shove all iniquities
Dear Jesus thanks for your love
Like a flowing stream
I lie tranquil in its showers
Like a flower,and quail not
What a lov-u
Amen

What a lov-u
©Historian E.Lexano

“Take away, the paper;
cuts a hole in the heart.”

Like bloom anew, awoken,
and envious: a verde-begotten
flaunty smirch veiled upon;
to flourish, now or maybe then?

Thereon fringes; in between spaces,
And the perversely peeking quills
spying; as eager ambience instills;
The silver bearing fissures seethes

red to be and yet; I see it paler,
that I might have it shed if ever
a pearl would shine over its beholder,
I’d dye me green, and cast that hand away.

“Drift away, the ink;
trails farewell apart.”

in the semi-drowsy state of normal drunkenness
I sat and understood
for once why asphalt is black
but grey in the sun
why shadows don't cast any
and green is many shades
of grass tree envy colored on spectrums
widely various
the canvas comes white
already
blank and perfect
it is our duty
as artists
I suspect
to bespoil and smirch her virginity
color her with the yellow
of jealousy
the red of our blood
bled onto
the grey of uncertainty
a blue sky
someday

horn-rimmed spectacles would fit her well,
a wide-eyed owl surveying tree dell,
scanning everything from her perch,
watching the battle-field, ready to lurch

with still glance, as priest with bell,
all and sundry, she seeks to quell,
with tongue as whip to flail and scourge,
all else besmear, purge and smirch

if she berates, she'll make it clear,
her will is paramount, just quake in fear
from the rooftop she seeks applause
and will rejoice in finding flaws

bumptious 'n pushy, she rules her cell,
hers is paradise, all others, hell,
if you're lucky, you may carry her verge,
and at her bequest, sing her dirge

Saturday night, November 19:
A gunman entered a bar
And started shooting at those who were present,
Leaving a somber scar

On many lives, for five were killed;
Their lives can't be replaced.
Such a shooter lives with hatred
And anger interlaced.

Nineteen others were injured there.
Their lives will never be
The same again, for they'll live with
That dreadful memory.

The patrons used to consider the club
A place where they could feel
Safe and secure with being themselves--
A place where they could be real.

No longer will that be the case.
The LGBTQ
Community has once again
Seen malice flourish anew.

Vicious words and violent speech
Have gotten out of hand,
And people lose their humanity when
The fires of rancor are fanned.

Hatred comes in many forms
And leaves a nasty smirch
On all of us, and sadly it
Is often taught in church.

-by Bob B (11-22-22)