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The Wrath of God

When I’ll see more people
coming out of brothel than church,
When I’ll see more people
bending down to snort heroin
than in worship in mosque,
When I’ll see more people
coming out of casino than synagogue,
When I’ll see more people
coming out of tavern than temple;

When there will be
no more water fit to drink,
When there will be
no more air fit to breathe,
When there will be
no more shades of the tree
to rest the weary souls,
When despair, distrust and darkness
overwhelm hope, faith and light;

I’ll beseech the wizards

Under Summer Sun

Standing under the hot summer sun on the asphalt too hot to touch start right here the boss does say two feet wide and four feet down you stare across the parking lot you have to dig to the other side a pick and shovel are all you have and a long hard job to do take the pick and swing it down and feel it hit right to your soul again and again you swing that pick till you loose a little bit then with the shovel try to lift a piece too big and it falls off break it up with the pick into pieces you can lift digging down it all ha

Before the world told me who to be

I was someone else before the world told me who to be—
Someone innocent, happy, and wild-heartedly free.
We all begin life as a blank, open page,
Full of wonder and hope, not yet shaped by the cage.

But over the years, that spark starts to fade,
Like a dog lying quiet after hours in a cage.
We learn the world’s truths and swallow its lies,
Feel the weight of its sorrow and long, sleepless nights.

It’s not just our demons—we carry society’s too,
Watching our every step, judging all that we do.
It tells us what’s right, what’s wrong, what to say,

Love like this

You never promised heaven, But you built it in your silence. Not with grand gestures— but in the way you remembered my favorite color and made me forget the hidden pains. You didn’t shout your love, you whispered it in the stillness between my storms— in the way your presence said, “I see you,” before I ever spoke, the way it shows the way before I get lost. There was no music, no noise, no instruments, no sound— but somehow your laugh became the song I prayed not to forget, the song I wished to place on a loop. You taught me that pure love isn’t loud— it’s constant. It waits at the door wi

Founder Or Slip (Rhyme Form)

It’s a truly fine  bright day
as the sunshine might say
the world’s a glorious sound
of joyful urban life found
smells of zest coffee bean
sets alight sets the scene
noisy footsteps and smiles
has them laughing in isles
but each city is this hub
one can never lightly snub
fountains on streets show
pathways to a vivid glow
lively street scene bustle
hear falling leafs rustle
food stands taunt the nose
as the yearning  now flows
hue’d canvas has proud grip
may it never founder or slip
I detect some lucky breaks

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