October: Stillborn souls couple under sterile stars.
Here, a stagnant security claims it’s rentless rule,
shiftless peoples trek with dragging hands, rumor of razor
candies, radio codes from dim cars. Blue car called
Betty, finish baby blue, it seems only in time lost
I was inside you. Me, cartographer of abandoned
treehouse promises, you, curator of spoiled moons;
your face isn't held like a host, no face of evening light
in an album of lost time’s erasure. Sedate car you called Betty,

for enlightening my senses
to the evocative, reciprocative
and suffocative
auditory and visual material
publicized in The Nation
magazine January 2025 issue
on page 59 about Macklemore
(his given birth name
Benjamin Hammond Haggerty)
an American rapper
composed protest song titled Hind's Hall
viewed YouTube video by same name
English words flashed across screen
incorporating subtitles videre licet
the primary language
spoken and written in Palestine
id est Palestinian Arabic,

Through these twelve chapters,
Twelve extinguished candles,
I was a million different people,
Interwoven into one.
I’ve lost beautiful souls,
And even more radiant ones
Have entered my life.
Although one star
Glowed brighter than ever,
Intertwining itself with my heart.
From loving alluring emerald forest trees,
And jade grass kissed by the rain,
To endlessly loving
The breathtaking ocean,
Azure sky hue,
The forget-me-nots holding two meanings,
Sapphire gleaming under the sun,

From weeping skies, a fallen angel spills,
Unfurling wings, escaping heaven's hills.
Her reign once mighty in the halls of hell,
Now tears betray the sorrow she can't quell.

She cherished life, embraced each fleeting breath,
Shielding us from shadows, pain, and death.
More than mere holiness, a vibrant soul,
With boundless love that makes us whole.

I saw the blackboard
And wrote the words
Then erased them
With each word I erased
Another useless mindset gone
Vanished!

And finally
The one sentence left
On the blackboard
I AM ENOUGH

That sentence
Burned in my brain
And on my mind
Remains there
Forever

Let it marinate
And absorb all the flavours
Like meat absorbs a sauce or dip
Deep in the pores

Let it remain in my thoughts
At all times
Doing the job
Intended for it

Love
Now two
Full of life
Full of true joy
A family gift
Sparking up our new year
Giving up hope joy and smiles
Each day we see her develop
She's God's gift with a special future
A person that will always fill our hearts

I landed in a hole
And stayed there
Not knowing what to do
Not understanding how I got there
Or even the reason why
But I decided that the hole was too deep
For me to deal with by myself

I took a leap of faith
And a large jum
And tried something else
A little different
From what I usually do
And who I wanted to help me
Out of the hole

Some were like shooting stars,
crashing into me for a brief time
leaving stardust or debris.

Sometimes I just wasn't sure.
It was difficult to hold on to things
constantly in motion while they were moving on.

So never will I marry
any Tom, Dick or Harry
A simple lie I cannot tell
No sound of a wedding bell

When I think of the endless fun I’ve had
To marry would just make me mad
What’s with all that domestic bliss
Must be more to life than this
Making commitments and vows
In truth, I can’t be bothered now

As I passed by the sitting booth
in the X-Mas bar and grill,
I saw Mr. and Mrs. Santa
sit down to have a swill.

He patted her on the bum,
she kissed him on the cheek,
I distinctly heard her say,
Boy, what a wretched week!

He said; Yeah, I know it hon,
but it's all over now.
We had some terrifying moments,
but we got through somehow.

We had to can elf Albert,
he ate my stash of magic cookies.
He tried to hit on you, my love,
looking for some nookie.