Sad story saga...

The old story teller whispering

softly and gently to the day wind

or night wind. 

"Wind o wind, you who has a

free spirit roaming around, why

do you leave me behind!

You're awareness of my wishing

freedom from those who cut my

wings is unbearable. I pray for your

help and advice, I implore your

force to pick me up and bring me

with you, not caring where or how,

but far enough from my killer.

Yes I'm sure that I will be part of

the statistics of violence against the

women of this world.  Stupid me

for believing that I could change this

animal that is at my side and keeps

me like a broken bird in a cage.

I'm afraid to talk, to walk, to live

one day when I'm fully broken he

will finish me.  No matter if I'm his

slave at his deadliest commands,

I know that I do not have much more

time to be on this world.  

Is it my fault, I don't know, 

am I ugly, but then why keep me prisoner,

is it my stupidity in believing that love

could solve everything around me and

the world of marriage, who knows,

my only sin is that I was born a woman

and that I must pay the price of being

a woman...

NB: Photo not mine, if author recognizes

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credit.

  

 

Lover

My lover is very special

he might not be a superman,

or an Olympian, no he's just

and ordinary guy that was

at my side, in good and not so

good time. .. 

But don't tell him, he might get

offended, believing he is the  

best person on this earth. 

Sure he is, but like all humans

faults are shown on a daily basis.

But I love him with all his faults,

is little beer stomach, is lousy jokes.

Let's not get too fussy or he will

tease you for days and forget

all his good promises, but he's

still my lover from the first time

that I laid eyes on him. 

Do not leave me now, I would

not survive and would follow

you as soon as I could. You are

my rock, my lover, my provider...

PS: I swear not to nag you when

we leave this world and grow 

old as angels laughing our way

through fluffy clouds, with

you and your beer and me with

my glass of white wine. 

NB: Thank you to this gentleman

who I met on one of my walks

in a park and started to tell me a

bit of his life and the loss of his

beloved wife who had passed away

three months earlier. 

 

 

What's new...

What's new in your life?
Mine is very simple, 

I look, I bother my loved

ones, I eat as pleased,

enjoying the outside view

from my hammock in my

mistress bedroom and 

waved by passer bys.

Yours is a crazy life,

running around with a 

mask (necessary still),

too lazy to cook so the

car brings it to you.

don't bother to get 

dressed now you don't

need to shovel the snow,

or grab a paid of rain boots.

Leaves are gorgeous when

they fall down but not when

there soggy and wet. 

You complain about the

juice you pour in your

4 WD, but don't mind

running to just get a bottle

of milk or alcohol or hash.

Set your priorities like me

and you will live to be 101,

not the law on language cat

language is unique and universal,

but of course your age........

Home sweet home.

Abandoned and lonely

roaming around the city

darkness is dreadful

day time is impossible

people trampling over me,

cars and crazy people 

do not pay attention to

my hunger and thirst,

hiding by day, roaming

around at night, checking

each garbage bins for a scrap

of food and hide it from

my worst enemy the dog

also roaming the streets at

night time.

Here in this rundown park

I found a castle, a real castle

with food and even a blanket

to rest my old bones.  I do not

know the owner of this castle

but until it's around, with warmth

and food, I will come and rest

here at night, in my 

HOME SWEET HOME.