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Peroxide Girl

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

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

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

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

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

You Want My Life

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

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.* 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

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

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

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.


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

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.