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Sleeping

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Living where the dreams, they repeat themselves where living isn't living it's more like sleeping. There was an old man next door, his name was, Lonely. He cared for the gardens. He cared for the grounds. In his way, he cared for us. She came to me one bright morning. Spoke of her memories of this place. She went on and on, in proper detail. But ask her how she remembers; it becomes obvious, she's only sleeping. Once they've woken. Having heard the Word Spoken. their sleepy lives are broken. Breathing in the spirit, the wherever it will blow. Enlivening that spark of life within. In the Abundance of Life We sing, we dance, we love No more sleeping. ________________ copyright © 2022 SDKilmer, LLC HeardWords America All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com ........ 

Colours of My Life

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Once my life was as bright as the golden sun. During those days, I thought you and I were one. You made me very blue when you told me to leave you. Eventually I became use to it. Until years later, I thought I might have a chance. We became good friends, again. Better than before. I just couldn't leap over your new boundaries that kept us as only friends, nothing more. You possessed a strange manner In relation to your "ex's". Remaining friends with them with whom you arrived at an end? What man can have a former lover as a friend? Suddenly they were wandering around. Fixing things or seeking to be fixed! How does an "ex" trust another "ex"? What man can have a former lover as a friend? That night I must have glowed as light green was my apprehension, fear and terror to loss of you whom apparently were not mine to possess. Turning deep green, my jealousy &  envy; that ran blood red in my annoyance unto rage. Days gone past when Deep

Mama's Voodoo

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  photo : https://mommysmemorandum.com/child-drew-devil/ You had the chance to live. You had the chance to love. Your search has been one of desperation. She-devil in a housecoat entered your subconscious. No manner of conversation would free you. From the hold she have on you. Mama's voodoo. Doesn't it hurt just laying there? You had the chance to live your life. You squandered your intelligence, it turned your beauty ugly. Would you do it again If raised by your own? Look at yourself Every glance is truth. You pass around the blame. Like you're still in your youth. Never sharing in some yourself. Plenty to share. If you had another chance would you have wasted your life away? Would her influence still have its own way? O Mama's voodoo.  ____________ copyright © 2022 SDKilmer, LLC, HeardWords, All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com 

Orphan Nation

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The rules are draconian.    The system is arcane. The people They are broken in their needs, their envey and jealousy. For the child, begins a lifetime of pain. Desire fuels the process. Some for the freedom, never guaranteed to them. Some for the money, by the destruction of familial connections. Others for the child that is not their own. All the child want is to be in their original home. Such is the Orphan Nation. And to those who've been adopted. Adults say to them, "Congratulations" Like they won a prize. It was more than just a surprise! Abandoned on one side. Grabbed up and paid for on the other. A child's life and history sundered. Beneath the rootless tree, deep under. . _____________ copyright © 2022 SDKilmer, llc HeardWords  America All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com 

Living Like There's No Tomorrow

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Waiting here for you--- in a future paced sorrow. If the future pain for today is just as germaine for tomorrow. ---What is there to gain? Who can see the future? When in youth there was no nurture. Who can survive such a past when one's life will never last? We are devoured by our desires and lust. We engage in passions we should never trust. Never should we trust our feelings. Uncontrolled emotions have us climbing the ceilings. It's not what is meant by: Living here like there's No tomorrow. Instead of gorging our senses. Before the last full solstice. We ought to be engaged in loving others. Not limited to our sisters and brothers. Neither mother's, nor fathers. Enemies, acquaintances and strangers too. Living here like there's no tomorrow is Loving. Best for me and you. _____________ copyright © 2022 SDKilmer, LLC HeardWords USA All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

A Covenant of Love

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Who knows what a Covenant is these days? Who willfully binds themselves to another? We all fall in and out of love but do we really know what love is? It's more doing than feeling and emotions are the energies that orient's your disposition. Love is what you do. Love is what you do. What you do is how you are. How you are is how you feel because of what you've done. You say you love me I've heard that all before. I've always been there for you in-between your change of lovers. How can I believe you anymore? You know how to show it. but that too could be a sham. I can't express to you now just how I am. If you really love me, tell it to my heart. never to my brain. when I see you talking with all your old flames,   that have burnt you; those from whom you broke up with, in the end. It's something I just can't comprehend. speak directly to my heart, because, when you try to appeal to my brain. you otherwise just cause me further pain. A Covena

Help Him!

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Help him. oh help the child. thrown into a world of abandonment. free to be used as anyone's child. No one cares if he'll know himself. Or from whense he's come. As long as the passage of money is done. he could be a peter pan or an elf. it matters not towards where he's going. As long for a time someone possesses a child. Help the child. Caught in the social engineering for the convenience, of the desperate for a child. of the desperate for the money. for the convenience of society. But never in the best interest of this child. He'll never know himself disabused. She'll never know herself unabused. Perhaps the mother and father, Perhaps they're no better,  no worse. Every child still must know, Which door they've passed through. To have fallen into this vacuum. As consciousness unfolds. The child understands just what's molded them. It was never those they were given to. nor was it ever those by whom they were given up. Can you help the

Miller's House

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In a letter to Emil Henry Miller once  Imagined,  A few feet of earth for himself. With a big single room Built upon it. Furnished with a stove A water basin. And a hugh desk with a bookcase Near by and an easel. He thought there he might have solitude While the outside world may, in sufficient fashion, float in his life, through, out again. And so I too wonder. When God has created the new heaven And the new earth. Might I too have such a house as Miller? __________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc HeardWords America All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com  

Oh Boy, in the Salt City

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On all the days to come. You came. When the rain Poured it's hardest In this ole Salt City. You were right in front of me. Still you hadn't covered me. So close you didn't see my pain Through the Salt City rain. The curtain rose. The temperature dropped. You and the boys stayed dry. The rest of us sat as beneath a summer hose. Oh Boy, why couldn't you, Why couldn't you have come To the ole Salt City. On another day to sing to me, Felidae! ______________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc HeardWords America All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

Beware of Destination Addiction

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      (Art: Photography by Ralph Gibson) Setting your goals that never seem to arrive Perhaps there's something more realistic to strive? Preoccupied with the many things you can never be. Obsessed with the things you can never do. Addicted with the places you will never visit. Happiness is never in the next place. Happiness is never in the next job Happiness is never in the next partner Your preoccupation with the idea that happiness has a destination. It'll just make you crazy. You disappointments will make you lazy. Beware of Destination Addiction. The greener grass will always be where you are. You can cast your sights on the stars. Never forget the real lights are all around you. __________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc HeardWords America All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com #RobertHolden #AuthenticSuccess

An Honest Man

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        Art: Painting by Michael Carson A refuge from the excesses and dishonesty Is an honest man. He'll say what he means He'll always mean what he says. He's a man with a singular face. Never talking in front and behind you. The honest man will be on the level When you've failed. The honest man will always be accountable To his every word. His praise can never be mistaken for mere flattery. ______________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc HeardWords America All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com https://amzn.to/3wACH6b) _______________

Individual Standards

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What kind of standards Do they hold onto? What is of great import To them who holds no value In themselves ? The Crowd who are in internal combustion. They are so volatile Towards anyone who chooses Very individual standards for his life. Such extraordinary treatment and individual standards one gives to oneself, Is the degradation and feelings of being Commonplace like ordinary people to Them all. _____________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc HeardWords America

Exceptional

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Exceptional. Each of us insists, on being innocent at all cost. Even if he has to accuse the whole world and heaven itself. If you tell a criminal that his crime is not due to his nature, his character, But to unfortunate circumstances, The criminal will be extravagantly grateful to your view of him as Exceptional. __________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc/ HeardWords America All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com ...

Just Walk Away

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Rushing to fires Set by others. Chasing the lights. In search of illumination. To open my closed heart, Or was it a closed mind? My arms were always open. No one ever came rushing in. Some would smile, all just walk away. There were rare exceptions. Women with husbands absent or dead, Whatever the difference may be. I just couldn't see. I set myself to be their Messianic Lover. Really just looking after my own needs. Or were they desires? At least none of us were for hire. Guess I couldn't get much lower. When they turned out the light. Had no adhesive or meaning, Nothing to attach myself to them. Except for their willingness. It was so easy to just walk away. Like every adult did In my youth. They taught me it was easy To just walk away. __________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

Alone Together

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While you're away. I'm here all alone. Listening to your voice on the radio, I sway. Just hate being on my own. Then the sun begins to rise. As I open my eyes. There you are in front of me. I'm so oceanic; you're a sea breeze on my face. Oh take me with you. No matter the place, Nor how far. Never want to be Separate from you in any case. Singing to some old guitar. I never want to be too far From you, anymore. Then the sun begins to rise. As I open my eyes. There you are in front of me. I'm so oceanic; you're a sea breeze on my face. And I'm so happy we are in this same place. Together, Alone. No more, you will see. Together, We will be forever No matter the kind of weather Alone Never again. We will be together. No more will you be there. No more will I be here Alone, Together No more will I be here All alone, without you. _________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

how much better is silence

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this cup, a container that holds: The coffee I had poured into it. this table. potentially could hold anything many kinds of tools. tools for breakfast; tools for crafts; tools for composing this poem; tools for sacred arts, if need be. how did we come to call: four thick sticks attached to a wide flat wooden surface? a table? how much better it is to sit by myself, like the solitary seagull as it stands, in it's stillness, on the sands. let me sit here with myself. With this coffee cup, these tools for breakfast: this knife, this fork, the things in themselves, and myself being myself. _________________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

Test Her Sovereignty

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How do crazy leaders just take what they desire? As though it is there for the taking. As though it is there for their raping? Now Ukraine land and her people are not here for you, putin puppets. They will never be anyone's spoils. Test her sovereignty and you will find yourselves in hell. O Ukraine, seek help from above. Pray that the great Arkhanhel Mykhayil destroy every unseen enemy of the people. O Ukraine, seek help from above. Beseech to your great King Svyatyy Volodymyr to destroy every enemy seen. ______________ Copyright ©️ 2022 SDKilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com #prayer #Ukraine .........

Face of an Angel

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She's the girl of your dreams To your specifications. Face of an angel and her body too. No emotional issues to get into. She won't tear you down. No drama in the things she says ...or doesn't say. She's an innocent lover. In you she'll be a believer. she's a waiter, waiting for you     whenever you're gone. She's so beautiful, She's so pretty, so cute. She has nothing to say about others About gossiping she's mute. And she'll stand up to you with compassion. At the drop of her hat she'll stand for you. Just step inside her world. Look at the city streets from her view. See the foolishness of the Crowd. She's vulnerable to being pushed about. She'll always love you. She'll never shout. She's shy. A homebody. She'll always be there for you. She'll watch and study. Everyone that passes by her. But put her on a stage. She'll enjoy showing what you've given her. And never looks like she's aged.

Let Your Love Go

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What do you say love is When you clean up after, only yourself ? Where's there any merit collected? In only doing what's expected. You're a better person For having done for others. You're a good person For having gone beyond your own hype For fulfilling only your own responsibilities. Without any gripe. What do you say love is When you've degraded her With your loud words, And chased her down the hall? Where's there any kindness When you've tossed her dinner Onto the wall? How are you selfless In never doing for others even if they won't do for you? Your love is for others Not for yourself, exclusively. Your love is for others They may give it back to you. This is what it meant by "Let your love go, it'll come back to you!" ________________ Copyright ©️ 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

Make Me Bleed

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Don't you come round here. Don't come here to bleed me. I don't need anyone like you. To come here in my space wasting my time. To come here in my place wasting my mind. It's not how you smell. It's not the clothes you wear. I don't need you to bring me your hell. I don't need you to lay on me your dispair. I don't even know who you are. I don't even know what you are. Just some random fallin' star. Take your radioactivity else where. Take your inconcistencies to someone who cares. Don't you come round here. I don't need anyone like you. To come here in my space wasting my time. To come here in my place wasting my mind. Don't you come here just to make me bleed. __________ Copyright ©️ 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com .......

Too Much Silence

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Don't leave it to my imagination, Talk to me. Let me in to your thoughts Don't keep me wondering what you're thinking. Poison creeps in to any human relationship. when there's too much silence. Silence is a killer between people. The soul's discontent. The heart's lament. Is too much silence. See! Too little communication leading to erroneous ideas Discontent in Being on the verge of a heartbreak. Talk to one another. Let them in to your thoughts. Don't keep them wondering what you're thinking. What you're feeling. Silence is poison. ___________ Copyright ©️ 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

Newly Published Poem

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My poem "I Made It Up" has been accepted for publication by Spillwords. To be published today 6/23/2022, here: https://spillwords.com/i-made-it-up/

Too Much Love

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There's never ever Too much love. In this man made world Too much love Is never a bad thing. Everyone sees that sourpuss you wear. Just feeling sorry for yourself. She didn't really love you. You could never have given Too much love. It's never a bad thing. So must watch for too much lack Of dicipline, too much self-ness, Never giving enough of Love. Never giving enough of our Selves. It's always a two way street Giving selfless love in abundance. But there's never Too much love. ______________ Copyright ©️ S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com .....

O Jewel of the Flower

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Spent a ringlorn existence In hopes where everyday life would feel like a quest for glory, bond with a mythic ancient past. Much akin to your blessed life O Theotokos! You, the essence of fragrance. You, the Tenderness of the Divine Word. You, The Throne of Glory of the Son of God. You are the Jewel of the Flower. I must express my gratitude For such an aftersome life Astonished to realize the seemingly random, chaotic thrownness appears, As an ordered sequences bringing me to this day, While having passed through many trials, many tests, the many choices made to which might have changed everything; In a different direction. Much akin to your blessed life O Theotokos! You, the essence of fragrance. You, the Tenderness of the Divine Word. You, The Throne of Glory of the Son of God. You are the Jewel of the Flower. My salvation will be due To our universal Mother O Lady of the Gate of Dawn The Holy Theotokos O Jewel of the Flower. _______ Copyright ©️ 2022. S. D. Kilmer co

Parental Tsunami

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 Oh, there you are my brother.  it is only father and mother.  in one of their weekly     tsunami  of marital conflicts.  may I hide with you before   it breaks down this bathroom door?  I wish not to be overcome     by the energies   of our parent's memories.  aye! Am here too  to hide from their chide.  what could it be about?  oh how Mama can shout!  As we lay here  low beneath the waters  together  this storm we weather. _________ Copyright ©️ 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

ABC, 123

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A, B, C 1, 2, 3 Bang! Bang! "Shoot that whore!" Shut the door! Hide under your desks! The police will come  for us and the rest. Where are the police? A, B, C, 1, 2, 3 Oh look! There! There's my mommy! Bang, Bang! She has come to save me. ________ Copyright ©️ 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com Poetry Prompt School Shooting from Absolutely Poetry group

Echo From the Past

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So much regret From such an early age. As soon as I could speak up for myself, I knew love was leaving me. Not once a maternal rejection. Twice, the mothers let me go. Abandonment is what I know. Since you've gone You'd think I'd be strong. What did I understand back then? What do I understand nearing my end? But I knew I wouldn't have to hear you Your lies, and destructive words. When you died, the only comfort. But so many years later Your lies still echo from the past. Such uncertainty all through the years. I've got no one today too Hold me close, Don't ever let me go. Oh I know! When love was leaving. A child builds up the adults around. Only for him to be put down. Chased about the roundabout. By your ghost of envy and jealousy. Oh please no more   stop your shouts! Love has long ago left me. You're just an echo from the past. ___________ Copyright ©️ S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com ___________

How Could You Go?

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.      Getty photo You feared your friends would leave you there. Your angst that screamed from the depths of your emptiness Scared them all away. Laughing, screaming, tumbling down you can be such a drama queen When they're all around. You could never trust those boys Who said they loved you. When you final expressed your love to them They just couldn't trust what you say. Your life had been a circus since you were very young clown. You were made to play the fool. But you'd do it on the high wire Whirling, twirling, swirling, always blue. Somehow I believed my love Would strengthen you. Give you stability. Somehow I thought you believed it too. What did you think those pills would do? You miscalculated your flatmate's return. He didn't show. How could you go? How could you go? ____________ Copyright ©️ S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com #lost love, #suicide, #borderline personality ______

We Are What We Are

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   Angst is a place. It is a place that rises up To meet us. It meets us when we are busy. Busy within ourselves. Within ourselves laboring to create an identity. An identity that we unceasingly fail to create. Then we come to learn about ourselves At the meeting place, Where angst and being meet face to face. Identity is the paradox of how We see ourselves, of how The world sees ourselves as well. Not the world of absurdity created by human kind. But the world of nature But the world we find ourselves face to face. But the world interiority. But the world externality. But the world of otherworldliness. For we are nothing in solitude. For we are everything while in the face of Others. For we are not really, being in-itself. We are being-there. A forward movement of Self while in direct     confrontation with the world. We are already in the world When we go within to search for Self. When we go within to define ourSelves. Without the input of the world we face We are unable

A Day

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Oh how I wanted to butter her up So I might devour her whole. Against all kinds of weather. Or not See her plastic grin She's wearing nothing but that smile. She awoke amidst morning glories. Cream, body butter, covers better than the sheets. Never sure if they were her lovers. The sun streaming in through the window. She rolled out of bed and  began window dressing while the Toms across the way began window shopping. She wanted to run a fever but the fever never broke a sweat. So together they walked. The record player playing alone in the corner. She broke a record for the most vinyl destroyed. She went to town To face the music. It wasn't her sound. It wasn't her town. She was up for some bruh burning. So? She broke the camel's back instead Trying to get it through a needle's eye. Thought she'd drive me to the edge. What more could happen? So I wrote this poem Then called it,  A Day. __________ Copyright ©️. 2022 S. D Kilmer, llc All Rights Reser

Offering Freedom

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How can you live In the chaos of his And his family? A narrow sighted world Wherein you'll never be More than you are right now! I did not ask for your body I was asking for your mind. I was offering you a better present And an independent future. A world in which you could be Who you want to see In the mirror every morn'. With an education and career You could be anything my dear Limited only by your own imagination. Oh Zada, I was offering freedom to you And the freedom to make your own choices. ________________ Copyright ©️ 2022 S. D. Kilmer, LLC All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com

I Don't Want It

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Warmth, softness,   Enveloped, embraced,     Softness, tenderness,       A temporary oneness never want           to loose.            A temporary ekstasy never want                 to come down from.                   Lips are soft and sweet.                   But if I can't love you,                  I don't want it.                But if my love can't take care                       of you,              I don't want it.            If you won't let me love you,         I can't have you.      If you won't love me too, I don't need you. I just don't want it! Need to give to some one who needs to be loved. If that's not you then I just don't want it. Though I'm starving to be loved. _________________ Copyright ©️ 2022  S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved www SDKilmer com ..........

Peroxide Girl

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When I first saw you. Thought I'd never see, Another woman As beautiful as thee. As time began to strip away All your blonde array. The true colors of your life Revealed all your strife. Oh peroxide girl With dark brows. And black roots. I can see, now! Your actual verbs       beneath your peroxide words. In hand a knife       backing a peroxide life. What you are hiding  Can't be so binding. What's so bad about your natural color? What's so sad about your natural life? Why was it so important to bleach your past? Did you think this new color would last? ________ © 2022 SDKilmer, LLC SDKilmer Com All Rights Reserved

Lemon Life

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Attempting to do good For someone and Myself only Turns into a blunder. It's no wonder, contra the status quo! It was a calamity, a fiasco. The setback, the obstacle, a blow To my ego a discouragement. At the least. Perhaps a miscalculation A failure or defeat; to which degree? It was a bummer, a bust, a faux pas. Such experiences seem to stay with me. They are longer to last. I'm always trying to make apple juice Out of this My Lemon Life. ______________ © 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved SDKilmer .com ...

Thanks to Them

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We were reunited Those Servants of Darkness     never realized. We were reunited With one another. With family, friends     with neighbors and strangers. When they thought They had gotten rid of us. When they had cremated us When they covered us over in mass graves. They thought that was the end of us. Thanks to them we all entered Paradise. Thanks to them we are a united Congregation of Israel, in the Life thereafter. ______ © 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc.

Death has been Slain

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Forestalling the dawn, the women came with Mary, found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre,  Mary heard from the angel say: " Why seek ye among the dead, as though He were mortal, Him Who liveth in everlasting light?" * Behold those in the graves, Children of the Royal State of St. Volodymyr the Great, are at rest there. A nation, a people, Baptized into Christ in Kyiv, 988. Of your cousins Slavs, it's a fratricidal feud, have come to destroy you. But you the "Ukraine have not died yet". Your enemies will die, as the dew does in the sunshine, as darkness flees before the Holy Face of Christ Our Lord, the God-Man who defeated Death by His Resurrection, He Comes. He is here! The Dark Czar of Moscow has denied you the joyfulness of participation in Christ's Resurrection. The demonic forces have destroyed the Temples in your land. Go quickly and proclaim to the world that the Lord is risen and hath slain death. For He is the Son of God Who save

Invading Florals, too

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Invading armies may Trample upon the flowers. There's always Spring again. ________ © 2022  S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved

You Want My Life

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It's scary to search for love  out in this new world order. Everyone is crazy these days. And store clerks incompetent. You say you want my love. How can I give you love? Our minds might be similar Our hearts are so far away. You ask if I feel as you How am I to know Just by texted words only? They are so easily deleted at will. To love you Is to give you my life. How quick do you believe That will happen? I need to know you You need to know me. We need to share To increase the level Of how much we care. Don't cha know, it comes from above! You want my love Is the same as asking, You want my life! ____________ © 2022  S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved SDKilmer dot Com ...

Ocean of Life

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When we were born. We were all thrown, Into an ocean of life. We start out on the surface level. As we grow in substance and energy We will go deeper Deeper we progress In this ocean of life. Some people live on the surface. Some people live in the deep. You know where the shallow people live. The superficial they're on the surface. The more intellectual, the deep thinking. The deeper they go. Into the depths,  the deep people can be found. In the depths of one's intelligence It's the real aphrodisiac. But not so far in the depth that, you're in the dark. Hopefully, we all can make it To the sea of love. Deeper and deeper, Surrounded by love, In the sea of love. ______ © 2022  S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved SDKilmer  dot  Com ...

Hiraeth

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Hiraeth.* Here is not my life. I need a change of scenery But I haven't any stage hands And the audience has gone smaller. Perhaps I should go home. No not the place of my youth. But that place I know In my heart is home. A home where there's no fear. A home with my own people dear . A home where I should have had my start But let's not put the horse before the cart. I don't know where is such a home. Where do I start? A place I have never been. A place I have never seen. Except for in my heart's dreams. A place I can never visit. A place that might never have existed. Still it's a place I am homesick for. Or so it seems. It exists forever in my heart's dreams. Oh Hiraeth* ...... Hiraeth pronounced "here-eyeth" __________ © 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc

An Old Man Like Me

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Yes I know! Way, way ahead Of our time. Though for some We might be Ahead of our time. Among others, Screaming, exiting doors Uncles, Aunts, Papas and Mothers With arms waving up in the air; what's more, Never does it occur to them to care. To care what I might feel to start. Much more what you do feel in your heart. All of this fuse and fury Because an old man as I They all show how they worry. In fact, it is I Who loves you, My tender dear, You so many centuries Younger than I. Do they not understand? How much you could learn, Greater opportunities too. When I have faded away In deepest sleep I lay. You will be independent     And self-sufficient. Like you never would Were you to stay with him,     the unvirtuous one. The world is not at it's end. Just your family's wits. They only need comprehend The benefit to you, in small bits. Then they will see How you could love an old man Like me . ____________ © 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved SDKilmer dot

Make You Mine

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I've waited for such a long time. To make you mine. Open up your heart, we can make a great start. Open up your world, Oh my dear Tina. There's so much more than Albania. Come to me and cross the line. Love me and in time, I'll teach you so many things That the world can bring. I love you now. I hope you will love me somehow. There's so little time left. I will always do for you what's best. No one has shown me respect as you had. And if we never get together it will be so sad. How great our love can be. Even if only twenty years we see. Be Christina and love the One God. Instead of living in Hamid's fa├žade. And I'll lead you to an education. A way for you to have independence. So you can go on strong, After I have gone. _________ © 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved.

Natural Born Stranger

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Natural born stranger In this world. Of unnatural ways. The infant. A bag of potential. Childhood begins to open One's bag of potential. And plays at Being . many revelations of Self. Adolescent dance angst with courage facing all of one's potential. Young adulthood, One begins to the       unfolding potential into one's actuality of Self, It's an unfolding of Self: A falling of the scales From the eyes of the heart. In elder years of reflection What has been achieved Perceived in humility. Failures mourned and repented With great regret. Is the story of most everyone's life. _________ © 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved.

Isolation

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The world spent Two years in isolation. Then there was the six feet of separation. Suppose that was better than the isolation. Pandemic is under control, at best. I miss the six feet of separation, at least. People haven't changed. People haven't improved at all. People haven't let go of their myopia. People haven't let go of their self centeredness. Then there was the six feet of separation. Suppose that was better than the isolation. Pandemic is under control, congratulations? And I really do miss the six feet of separation! Where's the number for the delivery service? __________ © 2022  S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved.

You Are My Terrorist

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You Are My Terrorist    by S. D. Kilmer You are my terrorist Your silence is killing me. Your words would be golden If my heart wasn't stolen. The love you gave was just a token. Memories you gave Only put me in the grave. With your eyes of brown Proved your love is not sound. Even in my dreams I can hear my heart scream. From the sniper rounds  You targeted me as on a battleground. I can't see you. But your bullets make me feel you. Attacking from a distance. You are so close. You are my terrorist. Aiming at the innocence. Your love is a counterfeit. You are my terrorist. Your silence is killing me. Words might have been golden If my heart wasn't stolen. You are my terrorist. ___________ © 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved.

Oh My First Love

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O my heart's first love. O my Beloved, Return to me  hasten, do not tarry. My soul cannot breathe Without Thy Spirit. My heart will not survive Without Thy Son. My mind remains in confusion Without You, my Father. You are the One God My first Beloved Before I was caught in a glove. And unbeknownst to me I entered a world that does not see You! For Who You are to them Nor they who are to You. I can only hope My words are Yours. And in faith My heart is repentant  To satisfy Your Righteousness. Oh Be my Righteousness And receive me into Paradise. _____________ © 2022 S. D. Kilmer, llc All Rights Reserved.

The Final Judgement

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What is this, "Final Judgement"? Who is the judge? And who will be judged? When will such a Judicious Event, as grand     as this one, would surely be? The Goldenmouth once said, 'God 's love for us exceeds the love     of a father, a mother, or anyone who loves. God loves even more than we love ourselves!' How does such a lovable God Deem to judge? Or how does the wrathful God In the Hebrew Scriptures Deem to judge justly? One may be too lenient. One may well be too despotic. Adam gained the ability of   Self-consciousness.       Self-knowledge.           Self-reflection. With only one bite of the apple. But when Adam was escorted outside     The walls of Eden Adam wept. Adam was remorseful. 3qAdam was aware of what he had done. But the children of Adam, Bound by their Ancestral Curse. Their Self-consciousness is far weaker, More like looking through a glass darkly. So who is the judge? And who will be judged? The acuity of Man's self-conscious

Divine Battles

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The divine battle of the Slavic gods. Volos of the Underworld. Perun the Supreme god of the Living World. Storms and lightning  And ensuing rain  Was the triumph of over Volos. This the re-establishment of world order. 0 Volos climbed up into the sphere of Perun. Disrupting the equilibrium of the world. A fierce battle ensured. Volos hailed down fire of his trickeries, with snakes, bears, wolves, (oh my!) upon the innocents of Perun. With thunder and logs of oak, Perun --the imagined chimeric dragon-- drove Volos back into his watery underworld place. Order was restored by Perun. Little to no assistance from the other gods who watched. Perun, as an eagle, perched atop of the tallest branch of the sacred tree,  from there he keeps watch over all. _________ Volos ~ Russia Perun ~ Ukraine © 2022 S. D. Kilmer .com All Rights Reserved.

The Imposter's Syn.

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They said, You are not the son of your Mother." Then they gave me to someone and said, "She will be 'as if' but never really will she be your Mother." This "mother" said to me, "you are useless, you will never amount to anything." When I grew up I became a husband. Imposter! Then I became a "Daddy". As much an impostor as was the second mother. Freed myself from all entanglements. I was Me. But I knew not who that was. I thought I loved God. I sought solitude. Or did I want to hide from this world? I became a monk. I thought I loved God. I was made a priest. I fell in love with a woman They said, "You are no longer a priest." Scales fell from my eyes. I stopped acting as a monk. After all so many years Some monastic practices remained, innate. I am a man. A man now. Once buried beneath skins of imposterness. A man who still must realize the potentia implanted in me all those many years ago. I am a Man, I Am. Ba

C'mon Along with Me

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C'mon along with me Oh little lost boy Sit here, next to me. I'll listen to your story. C'mon along with me Little lost boy Sit next to me I'll take you where you're going. I'll take you home. I happen to be going that way. Hold tight, there's nothing to fright. I'll be with you all along this, your, journey. Why? Because this is my journey too. Oh little lost boy. I am you, all grown up. See, you didn't do so bad. But yes, you'll end, I mean I'll end this story of ours all alone. Oh little lost boy. Wish I could say Something that'll make a difference In our life. Damn, I can't think of anything. Suppose you need to seek wisdom from Outside yourself. Take it in, discern it then. Use it if you know how and when. Oh little lost boy. Let me give you/give me a hung. We both know I, we need it. The angels heralding as they approach. Well kid, here's our ride to the conclusion of our journey. Oh little lost child, Won&#