When you can, be kind!

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From a very tender age he made up his mind,
That as he made his way through life's treacherous daily grind,
Every day he will make a genuine effort to find,
Somebody, some reason, some excuse to be kind,
So he always stayed alert to make sure he wasn't blind,
To circumstance which allow him ensure with kindness that secret vow is signed,
Loving kindness is the cord which allows a fragile hurting humanity bind,
Very hard but at least he tries.

Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary

When you have no clue be true!

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When you've tried so hard your best efforts turned  you blue,
And a progress result drought sets in with nothing left to chew,
When you are certain you do not have a clue,
The only wise thing left to do is to be true!
That is your oasis - staying true!

Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary

The sun in my very own living room!

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Hailstones came down with a velocity that suggested somebody flung them angrily from the distant skies,
Rooftops and car chassis wailed uncontrollably in unavoidable protests as they felt the impact of the thunderous punches that left them enough scars to remember the visit,
I instinctively looked up to find the hands which secretly contrived and orchestrated such Machiavellian deeds,
An act so loaded with insanity and steeped in folly I earned for myself a lump of ice blocks shot at my pale and fragile face,
Shot by the same untraceable and invisible hands I sought to find beyond the dark cumulonimbus clouds which strode with angry disposition across the overhead skies,
Even the sun had run for cover,
I searched,
Not in the east, not in the west, not in the north or south, not in any of the cardinal points I looked to could any trace of the sun be found,

As I ran through the threshold of the door to seek refuge for myself,
To my great delight and amazement I found out where the sun was hiding,
It had taken the form of human flesh and blood and opened the door to my own living room,
Planted a kiss on my lips and brought me into the circle of an embrace so warm,
All the punishing assault from the brutal weather was but a thing of the distant past,
The sun... in my very own living room... brought summer where winter tried so hard to be,
In one instant my bruised face was healed by the balm of sunlit loving rays.

Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Childlike honesty of showing with your tears!

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While there is nothing nice about being childish,
For it tastes like the worst kind of immature radish,
There is something supremely glorious about being childlike,
This is how to tame all behavior that is misleadingly wild like,
How I miss the purity of childlike innocence,
Without all the human masks of reticence,

For the child it's all about whatever it takes to truly communicate,
Even though they might finally miscommunicate,
As they show you with their tears,
The pain which fuels their fears,
How I miss the openness in the hugs,
Without the potential for emotional tugs,
Gosh I miss those most honest shrugs,
From all who behave like bed bugs,

I miss the unadulterated innocence from the child,
Not the childish innocence from the adult child.

Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary

When dams of heaven burst at the seams!

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The dams of heaven,
Over this little village space,
Bursting angrily at the seams,
Overflowing its bounds,
Down in a gusty wall of rain,
Flooding every square inch of land,
While not too far from here,
And in many parts of the world,
Lands are parched and dying of thirst,
Their throats ache in the sting of prolonged dryness,
Having never drunk in ages,
Yet the unwelcome excess in this place,
Wreaking havoc yet untold,
Cannot be channeled to quench that nearby thirst,
What a paradox,
A paradox of conflicting sorts.

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Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Treated from willingness to be abused!

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The argument was heated,

Shortly after he came in and greeted,

I reminded him of how I had been mistreated,

Emphasized the many ways I had been cheated,

I only paused to ask him to be seated,

I didn’t want his feet wobbling in shock from all the truth darts being meted,

I laid bare all the machismo which had grown over the years to be very conceited,

Always feeling threatened and trying to compete even though I was not one to have competed,

Like the prisoner without a crime I was repeatedly verbally and physically maltreated,

I made it clear in unequivocal terms that the jail term was served and will never be repeated,

Before my pent up tirade was completed I told him before I retreated,

That it didn’t matter that all these years during his one man competitions I had been defeated,

I found my lost feet, recovered my stifled voice and have been treated,

I was sure there was no shadow or shred of doubt in his mind that I was serious.

... their badly emotionally bruised children who had witnessed their tumultuous relationship cruise through rough seas to this point watched in disbelief... it was an all too important teachable moment and message to them from Mom that abuse is not okay... not even when it is tolerated... not even when it is a woman abusing a man... knowing her children are clever she told them, "never ever is it okay to abuse anybody whomsoever - there is a better sustainable way through patient empathetic dialogue and strategies!" She later struggled through a tortured and tortuous night agonizing whether it was the right thing to let her children watch that, wondering if there wasn't a better way to teach them the same.

Luxembourg © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary

The lies which tore us apart!

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I am so sorry we are now so apart,
Two halves which mischievously used to be one part,
Life now seems so cruelly empty and bare,
Since you left and brought  away your loving and care,
Loneliness surrounds as I look around,
I still remember that first day you came to the orbit of my concern,
Lit a fire in me that grew violently and made me burn,

You turned around and proposal after proposal your spurned,
Then together we learned as our love unfurled like a fern,
You said the only reason you were initially stern,
Was to ensure that every ounce of your love I will earn,
It was all a lie and it probably was the way you acted it out,
Effortlessly acting each scene of each act and winning every bout,

Somehow the lies you told  and lived and the lies you donned,
Irresistibly charmed everything in me and left me conned,
Many years later even though I know of all the lies I am here,
On the same stage where I first met you feeling empty and bare,
Remembering the moment when you started acting strange,
And when it became evident that you had radically changed,

But when you stopped the lies and your love was true,
I had drifted apart and the distance true through and through,
I am standing stranded here,
And the stage is bare without your loving care,
Today I bring the curtains down and exit the stage,
Turn over a new page and liberate myself from this cage,
Leaving behind the longing for ability to go back again,
And find a way to more effectively ease your pain.

... his tears flowing like a river he walked away... from the past which hemmed him in...

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary