Oh my Lord
let me be water...
Powders and liners,
Contours and curlers...
What is it?
A life laid bare...
I don’t belong here,
Not in this house...
~*~
I can still remember my weakened state...
Don’t look for me up in the stars
Or mourn beside my grave...
I've faced betrayal from those I held dear,
Forsaken by friends, left alone with my fear...
In war torn Gaza where bloods
Flows and tears...
In the graveyard
silence reigns...
A winter's night
And there's a bitter chill tonight...
All languages of Divine Books or Scriptures are...
The universe is the concurrent and ongoing speech...
All the metaphysical consistent planes of Heavens...
And their farther macrocosmic phases are their...