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Lethal Injection

She was feeling suffocated.  Her body was shriveling. “Oh My God, he is going to kill me! I have to fight! I was born after a great struggle.  I will fight them tooth and nail”.  

She came into her own after many a blood shed.  The quiet streets became her stomping grounds.  Anyone vunerable she found,  she overcame, cannibalized. Slowly her tentacles spread everywhere.  Her victims felt like death warmed up.   

The hush could be sliced with a knife!  Everyone watched with bated breath.  After extensive testing a lethal injection had been prepared with no side effects.  Specialists had gathered to watch.   

“My rule is over”. 

Headlines blared.  Medical breakthrough.  Aids vaccine found.

Falling Up!

Sliding down slippery aisle

Born to be upwardly mobile

Head down to horizontal state

Vertically settled to parent’s elate 

~~ 

Do you know god she said

Lurking in the street corner

Jumping out of her talon reach

I thought we are thus headed 

~~ 

Ruing our trespasses reiterating

Promises meant to be broken

Until we break back of vices

To reclaim spot upwards falling 

~~ 

Life by nature veers towards source

Ever hurrying towards its life force

Ironically we dive, relive reinvented

Striving to achieve bliss, falling upended

Cliche

Played out
Spent, into debt
Almost on the verge
But, life itself is a cliché

Moon, sun stars glittery
Used abused by poets jittery
Extolled in paeans, words buttery
Relentlessly they still beat same beaten path

Out of box clever think
Some folks make me blink
What matters is the heart
If that be true, that’ll float, rest’ll sink

life itself is a cliche

with its revolving door
endlessly spewing sucking

in out expeditiously

Maria’s Cry

Eve of September 11, 2001

“Daddy please  hurry! I am unable to breath! I am scared” she whimpered.

Lou woke up in dead sweat!   The piteous cries belonged to his beloved Maria.

Maria, Mat, Mark were his beloved triplets.  Lou, Mark and Matt were cops, posted in Lower Manhattan.

September 11, 2001

Horrified, New York and world watched toppling of TwinTowers.  Maria worked on twenty second floor.  Many jumped out of windows, she headed for stairs.

Detectives Lou, Matt, Mark rushed to disaster area.  Frantically they searched the rubble.   Police dogs helped save many.  Clinging to hope on a wing and prayer they searched as buried Maria cried for help :   “Daddy please  hurry! I am unable to breath! I am scared”

Maria was sure her family would save her.  She kept calling from cell every few minutes.  Dogs sniffed following the sound but Maria was buried deep. With bare bleeding hands, they cleared debris like wild men.  Time was running out.

One last push created a passageway.  Slim Mark crawled inside.  The cell phone beeped for the last time.    Mark  hurried on .  His elbow hit something.  He saw his sister’s handbag.  He moved on.  He reached dead end.

Maria watched as her daddy and brothers searched for her shouting her name.  She was perplexed.  She was standing next to them.

Nightly she whimpers:   “Daddy please  hurry! I am unable to breath! I am scared”

Note: this is based on a true event. A dear friend lost her niece that day.

Prayers In Motion

Prayers

Are

Yearnings
Salutations
Gratitude

Expelled
Expressed
Scrolled

Origami

Hands
Flags
Beads

Hung high

Pennants
Wheels
Poles

Covey of prayers
Winging upward
Buoyant blissfully

Candles

lit
Bliss
Bless

Om Mani Padme Hum

 

picture of Mt Everest Summit is from internet

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