As lambs to the slaughter
men and women in order
will grow old and eventually die.
Their hopes and dreams,
and peculiar schemes,
will be left here to wither and die.
Warehoused in masses, prepare for a thrashing
which begins with your childrens denial.
Forgotten in boxes
down long empty hallways.
Your wish by your own design.
You built your life hoping
a dream to invoke.
A small gesture of love from a child,
but only received,
from your children it seems,
something far less than a smile!.

Part 1

Into the night; the bone chilling, bloodiest part of the night;
wearing the skulls of enemies past, silently they crept.
Checking their list like good St.Nick, the last one wept.
Who knew Karma would turn up such a fright?

Heads wrapped in burlap, wrists tied with wire,
into the van they go like lambs off to slaughter.
Silently, she waits; her father's jaded daughter.
Never again would they make her out to be a liar.

Substantial portion, viz
the lion's share
of the following poem
written June 10th, 2018.

Unseen enemy invades my body
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz
Hub bully knock and sock kin me
courtesy roebuck seers sucker punches
mightier than stormy daniels wallop
from an indomitable
haversack being carrying
courtesy giant bully bear,
whereby cyclopean ogre

When the pumpkins turn orange and maples turn red –
When the full moon is yellow and huge overhead;
When October night winds bring a chill to the air –
Never walk in a graveyard at midnight - Beware!

When the crickets stop chirping and bats screech and fly –
When a black cat appears in the wink of an eye;
When the trees look like figures that both point and stare –
Then avoid every churchyard at midnight - Beware!

I do not speak so why should they
Spout lies and filth from day to day.
Sad creatures full of bigots views
Bring misery to those they choose.

Do you heed or pay no mind?
To worthless voice, words unkind;
Spiteful barbs shot day to day
Bring misery like whips to flay

The flesh from off a victim's back
The blood to seep from weeping cracks.
Poor creatures bowed by heartless scum
Who leave their deadened bodies numb.

I caught the curve of your face in the crowd,
and the widespread room felt suddenly familiar.

Then, when you turned to leave, the same room
emptied into an anxious, gray regret.

Your name never had the chance to linger on
my lips, to slip itself behind the word,

"Hello..."

Trying to imagine your voice speaking back to me,
I stood out of place, staring longingly at the door,

forever wondering where our conversation might have led.

On cool moist virgin sand

in front of fire clouds

under the rising autumn sun

where there are no ripples

on the quiet Atlantic

or even a single sea gull barking

is where you are found . . .

when faces that have smiled

slowly bridge from colorless places

impossible to forget

in a black and white world

made to shades of gray

nobody to blame

but you wonder who has made it

from Gods abstract canvas

where things were simple

One thing I will never regret is loving somebody,
even somebody who did not deserve it.
I have been lucky, in that I’ve loved and been loved,
and lucky too in the fact that not all loves last.

While some left me bitter, with a sour taste in my jaw,
how could I regret something that was once so beautiful?
If not because of him, because of myself.
for how I bloomed even when I was not watered.

After descent of eventide
luminescence of freshly fallen snow
still illuminates the terrestrial firma bright
even upon the onset of dusk,
when dark shadows
betoken the edge of night
analogously herald outer limits
invoking intimations of the twilight zone,
which visibility amplified
with appearance of full moon
accentuating brilliant blinding white
across the bucolic expanse.

I feel your blood drip down my face
As I pick you up from the dirt

My energy is high
My thoughts are focused.

I feel a surge of adrenaline
rush through my veins

Find the wound,
Stop the bleeding,
Numb the pain,

Found the wound,
The bleeding won't stop.

Pressure, pressure,
Pressure…

The bleeding won't stop

Chest compressions, chest compressions,
Chest compressions...
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Before I knew it,
You were back in the dirt.