The Lord is My Shepherd, I shall not Want?

“When those who found this skeleton attempted to disengage it from that which it held in its grasp, it crumbled to dust.” ― Victor Hugo

 

Sandra Ramos
            Sandra Ramos

 

When for ages the wind swept years away, there remained little of the life of the hermit, a stir past the window reminded eternity that mortality has its limits. Another flicker of movement that proved a harsh statement against all the laws of nature that screamed to be true. There’s always an exception, always an intervention by the divine laws which are generally ignored by the empiricists knowing they cannot tame the wild west of the spiritual. Though the house is dimmed by age, and windows covered in dust, sagging in their own way from age, life refuses to die. He holds on, battered and calloused from the struggle of living, refusing to crawl under the comforting sheets of the deep unknown. Something has died however, his passion has suffered the mortal wound. When it’s all said and done, am I alive if love is dead? And if so, what good is it?

Recluse –

“A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky” –  Kenko Yoshida

Find this one, lock this one, cold, my heart runs around,
flicking off switches
Hurry be swift
Quick slam the door, locking the windows,  
hoping you don’t hear me
Hurry be swift
No I won’t come out, I’m staying in, quit calling me. 
So many switches,
Hurry be swift
Disconnect, follow these impulses, block the thoughts, 
they lead me out
Hurry be swift
Damn the lights, I forgot, turning off the lights, 
closing the blinds, pull the phone
Hurry be swift
There must never be another, never again, I must hide,  
protecting the remains,
Hurry be swift
Finally dark, all alone, no one knowing where I’ve gone, 
I’m the recluse, go away
Hurry be swift 
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Also published in: Broowaha

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

11222011 

Karma, Meet Destiny

That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.” ― Jennifer Salaiz
So?
Karma, you keep me coming back to find all that I lost. Don’t you have something for me? I think you left me for another lover and perhaps you’ve found your happiness, but didn’t you leave anything for me? You took things from my secret hidden places and left me wondering, where are they? You show up uninvited, demanding me to give you more, what about what you stole? People tell me that you’re fair and they envy the times you show up and kick ass. “Karma did this,” or “You deserved what Karma gave you.” Without omniscience and wisdom we only see the side that pleases us, making us cruel and vindictive, especially in judgment. My quarrel is not with them, it’s with you Karma. I call the courts of heaven to bear witness that you’ve take much more than what’s necessary. What do you want me to do with all this emptiness you’ve left behind? The cupboard doors swing in the breeze from open windows, signs that you left me with nothing to build on. I’ve something for you Karma, she’s quite the beautiful creature and tells me that no matter what you did, she’ll stay with me. You know her I believe, her name is Destiny. I’m going to make love to her and in that cold place you left, we’ll find peace and plan to take revenge on you; then you two bitches can fight over me all night. Now go away Karma, I don’t care about your tricks, I’m content knowing my divine Destiny will hold me and guide me through the prisons of your subtle ways. I’ll not always be your bitch Karma, so let me reap what I sow, because right now, I’ve thrown up the middle finger to your cruel punishments.
Also published in Broowaha