Portrait of a Lover

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Drunk… As I write this, I am fully tipsy. Oh doth the pain trouble my aching heart. My soul is ripped, and I suffer the unending arrows of love, shot through my inebriated shell of a body.

Bella is gone; she has fled back to France without a word of comfort, only saying she could no longer live the life of opulence and splendor. WHAT??? My swollen eyes morn for her return, yet my mind reveals the truth.

I believed we were a match made in Heaven, a symbiotic relationship joined through love and admiration. One as a body, and one soul united through the truth of a perfect union.

I understand now that the truth reveals divergent paths. Are there no rules when it comes to love, should there BE so much hurt and disappointment for such a wondrous thing?

Woe, I say, for the aggrieved soul that is floating, as a bit of flotsam doth float in the sea, to recover a loss, is like waiting on the fallen rain to grow a single flower, slow as time passes, yet, fully and meaningful.

Once again, life starts anew, and leaves the weathered and confused soul to recover.

Cheers!!!

 

 

 

The Murder of a Dream

Usually, after a nice night of drinking, I fall into a deep sleep. Once asleep, I  fall into a heavy dream state, drifting into dreamland. Last night, I had  an absolutely wonderful dream.

I dreamt that I was on a plane, flying to France. With my heart racing, I had planned on asking Bella, my crush, to marry me.

Everything was planned, dotting all my I’s and crossing ll my T’s. The flowers, roses, irises, and carnations, were arranged in hearts with Bella’s name in the middle.

Balloons filled the hall, like trees line a forest. All I needed now was for Bella to walk through the door. My heart was racing, as I heard her approaching, nearing the hall door.

As  the huge hall’s portal opened,  Bella smiled with a large grin. She saw all the decorations, and from across the room, she watched as U mouthed the words I Love You.

I walked towards her, Got on one knee, and showed her the ring.  Then, I heard what sounded like a gunshot.

I immediately awoke to the sound of my neighbor having his roof repaired. The gunshots, were actually sounds from the hammers that exploded  like gongs being stricken by huge Chinese hammers.

I was asleep no more, the hammers, continually banging, woke me out of a sound sleep, thus murdering my dream.

I tried and tried to return to the dream, but without success.  Finally, I got up, went to the kitchen, poured myself a strong one, and started my day. Ugh!!!

Thunderstorms

I bow to Heaven’s gate, as the bowels of Hell are opened.

Slowly rolling clouds of black, surround a sunless sky.

In the distance, the grumbling of Natures displeasure,

Tuned to the sound of menacing claps of explosives.

 

 Ever pounding against the sweet green grass below, the Earth, quakes,

And Hades displays, that it, too, holds the power to cause the  planets to quiver.

Slowly, intermittent sun, peeks through the forbidden sheets of black,

The destructive power wanes, and the eye of God once again prevails anew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Past

Hi everyone. I hope your day is going as well as mine. I am curled up by the fireplace that I hardly ever use, with of course my favorite bottle of Vodka with cranberry.

I am actually a bit pensive today, just dreaming about some of my best Christmas experiences. I remember one Christmas Eve, I must have been about 5, our home was decorated to the nines, as my Daddy did so love Christmas, and the smell that came from our kitchen as Mom was making our Christmas dinner was AMAZING.

My dad was the most loving, and kind man on Earth. That year, he had called down to the City Mission, and invited all the homeless to visit US for a wonderful Christmas dinner.

Seriously, he did. One by one, there would be a knock at the door, and our home would quickly come alive with the wanton of our Society. Mom had prepared an amazing repast, Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casseroles, freshly baked rolls, and of course a HUGE Figgy Pudding for dessert. OH MY!!!

I remember my daddy greeting the less fortunate at the door like they were all FAMILY, and he welcomed them ALL into our home. He would play Xmas songs on the piano while everyone would join in and sing. Good times.

People would eat and eat as my mom quickly replenished the food for everyone. Memories like this filled my soul full of joy, and they have transformed ME into a better Human being.

Oh sure, I still have my faults, but I ALWAYS remember the poor, and how happy they were, at least for a night when they regained their love for each other. To this day, I go to the mission, and invite the downtrodden for dinner. They are indeed the TRUE meaning of Christmas.

Sorry, I seemed to have rambled on a bit here, I do that after tipping a few pops. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed my Christmas past, and I urge you all to at least say a prayer this Holiday Season for those who are less fortunate than you. Believe me, you will be blessed 7 Times 7.

Good night, Happy Hanukkah, a very Merry Xmas to all.

 

 

 

The Coming Election

With the Presidential election only a few days away, the most important thing we can do as free Americans is vote. It really doesn’t matter whether you like Trump, Hillary, or Mini Mouse.

The important thing is that you have a RIGHT, and a DUTY to exercise that right, and cast your vote for whoever you want. There is NO whining after the election if you don’t cast your vote.

Please do the right thing come Election Day and cast your vote. Then, regardless of who wins, let’s come together as Americans, unite as one common core and support the process.

God bless our freedom, our democracy, and the United States of America.

 

 

 

The Struggle

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Oh ravaged wings of time,

Return me not to the trials and tribulations of demons past, but

Release me from the evils that play upon my mind.

Let my strength be my guide, and thy will, to be my sword.

 

While the fruit of nature’s poison tempts my very soul,

Let me be steadfast and true to my body’s innocence.

Guide me along the path of righteousness,

And release me from the evils of a bygone time.

 

Carry me upon thy wings,

And secure my spirit with thy grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sooz’s Fractured Fairy Tales

Once upon a time, in the twilight years when magic was king and swords were its enemy, there lived a beautiful girl with flowing red hair and a cherubic looking face. Her name was Suzzannah, and she was the eye of her whole town. Every day, she would go into town to buy bread, cheese, and milk, and as she sauntered through, she was greeted with the friendliest greetings you could imagine.

One day while purchasing her supplies, she saw an old woman begging in the streets. Suzannah, being very kind, went up to the old woman and explained  that she had very little money, but she would be glad to share with her some of the food she just purchased. The old beggar woman gladly accepted the food while Suzannah watched her eat hungrily.

When done, Suzzanah invited her to come to her house, there; she would wash the old woman’s clothes, and offer her a decent bed for the night. The old woman beamed with smiles as Suzzanah led her back to her cottage.

When they reached the cottage, the old woman had never seen such a sight before; she walked in and starred as she saw the hearth, and a big room with a tub. She took off her clothes while the kindly Suzzannah washed them, and she hopped into the bathtub.

An hour later, the old woman’s clothes were dry and so was the old woman. She put her clean clothes back on, and then went to hug Suzzanah. What a hug! The old woman nearly drew the breath out of Suzzanah, like a python to its prey.

Suzzanah freed herself from the old woman, and then showed her where she could sleep. The old woman wept as she lay upon the bed thinking of all the kindness that this simple woman had shown her.

The next morning, after a small breakfast, the old woman once again thanked Suzzanah for her kindness. Suzzanah, said, “Think nothing of it, and anytime you need some help, come and see me.”

The old woman then asked Suzzanah if SHE could wish for anything, what would it be? Suzzanah, thought for a minute and then replied, “I guess I would wish for everyone to have ample food to eat each day, and for everyone to love one another. All at once, before Suzzanah’s eyes, the old beggar woman turned into a BEAUTIFUL Genie. The Genie looked at Suzzanah and said, “Because of your kindness, your wish has been granted.

At that very moment, everyone in the town saw an abundance of food appear in their homes, and they found a new loving spirit, compliments of the old woman. The Beautiful Genie came close to Suzzanah, and kissed her on the cheek. Then, the Genie, sprinkled Fairy dust on herself, and disappeared before her eyes.

It just goes to show you that one good deed will be repaid tenfold. Let’s all try to live like Suzzanah, what do you say?

 

 

Poetry by Sooz

Oh withered tree, I cry out from beneath your pillars of wood, a lonely song.

I was a man,  a husband, father and a patriot.

Dutifully resigned by sworn oath,

To serve,  protect and defend my country.

 

Going to war, many times I realized not only its savage fury,

But the pointlessness of killing my fellow man,

For the sake of an ideology,

Or the consumption of power.

 

I rest now, hit by insanities bullet,

I lie beneath this oak,

My thoughts remain,

Yet, with hurt feelings of being forsaken by others.

 

Remember, I am the reason today’s freedom rings on.

Celebrate MY sacrifice,

Through the remembrance of of my fellow brethren,

And perhaps a prayer, to renew MY faith, and for an end to ALL conflict.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Memorial Day Tribute

While I was never in the armed forces, like all Americans, I have ALWAYS been proud of the job they do to keep our country free. They work long hours, sometimes in extreme temperatures both hot and cold, to make sure that our God given freedoms are protected.

I personally know several men and women, as I’m sure you do also, who have left their loved ones to go and fight in either Afghanistan, or Iraq. Can you imagine how hard that must be?

 For many Americans, it only becomes a small part of our lives when we see the bloodshed, and the ravages of war when posted on TV. Many others celebrate without a thought while enjoying  picnics, family gatherings, or just in house Bar-B-Q’s.

People, let us NOT forget what this day celebrates. We SHOULD be honoring the memories of these brave souls who have given THEIR lives, to protect ours. Let me say that I am not only PROUD to be an American, I am also GRATEFUL for the service those brave men and women have given us.

May your soul and the souls of your families be at peace, and may God’s mercy and light shine upon you now, and for all eternity. I salute you.

 

The Winds of Change

 

The winds of change are blowing as we drift along  a stormy sea.
Many have heard them, but few have listened. 
Quiet contentment lays dormant at our feet, yet, uneasy waters stir.
Blind ambition fills our lives and wreaks havoc with our very souls.

Woe is he who has tasted the supper of life’s temptations,
for he is but a shadow of a lasting soul.
Blessed is he who has the gift of patience,
For he is the bearer of eternal peace.

Heed the winds of change, embrace their fury,
And forever be subject to their domain.
Time’s law can not be broken,
Yet those who bear witness, survive.

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