Legendary tales, befitting oratures,
Gives me the sign of hope.
Pleasant folklores, dancing moonlights
Takes me through the realm of the waterfalls.
Amazing spectacles, spicy specials,
Adorned in seamless, stress- less climaxes.

Listen, o listen, to the splashing runs of eventide,
When the sun retires to fill its stomach,
Little birds chirping, streams clattering, rivers calling forth,
How the children dine in sands, playing joyfully.

Bless me Father for all my fears
That cursed me throughout the years

To disobey my parents was a terrible sin
To be forever guilty no matter how good I’d been

Instead of being a source of joy and peace
Confession became a guilt that would never cease

As time went by and my guilt eroded
My thoughts of forgiveness exploded

I seek within myself real sins in my mind
That cause my soul the truth to find

Bless me Father for my sins so real
That now allows my soul to heal

and let yours truly not forget emasculation
that prickly emotional immobilization
whereby these lovely bones
subject courtesy senescence
upon cremation reduced to obliteration.

Inching closer to mortality
linkedin with concomitant
subtle deterioration of body electric
finds yours truly (me)
speculating what happens
to corporeal essence
when sprawled out on deathbed
able, eager, ready, and willing
to give up the ghost.

Nurturing Love Through Life's Challenges

Amidst love's journey, conflicts always arise.
Tackling trials, growth coherently becomes evident.
Within struggles, our radiance shines through.

Through understanding, we live with ease.
We mend; wounds heal, strength apparent.
A journey together, imperfect yet true.

With benevolent words and no malice,
And an act of forgiveness inherent,
Together, we move forward; bonds accrue.