Tuesday, 26 July 2016

RIP… JULY, 2016

Hello world…

There is so much going on, in the world, and in my world. Where do I start, and how can I stop feeling an ache, a pain, all the senseless killing hurts. That’s it in a nutshell. I’ve sat at my laptop and wondered what can I say which has not been said. How can I express the thoughts which do not get a moment to finish grieve before I hear another. This time, its the slaying of a priest in France, his throat slit, while he is on his knees – how can I not feel?
This is for all the lives lost in the past two months, between USA, Europe, Africa, and many other countries around the world, we are faced with loss. These deaths are not from natural causes, but from hatred and evil. To those who lost their lives and their families. For those who share my feelings at this ongoing war against humanity. For those who love their fellow man, this is a moment to grieve, giving final rites to lives which were here.

The absent friend

I did not see or know you
I’m so sure our paths would never cross
and the cross you bear is not your own
For we are lost
As a humanity
I have not paused to say I’m sorry
Or share my condolences
You are gone, your life
A mystery to me
And I do wish that I could find a way
To take that bullet on your behalf
Give you a chance to speak
I want to say, I am so sorry
Now my words mean nothing to you
I am lost, and you have gone
From this place, you once belonged
I have no words to give to your family
As they cry and share their tears,
They have lost all your happy years
So now they grieve,
With a pain I could never understand
You left without a plan
My anger and rage it burns inside
For I have never met you, and my love I cannot hide
I am so sorry, I did not get to see you smile
Or sit next to you in a train, or plane or car
I am so sorry, I will never hear you laugh
You had so much to share so much to say
Your family, Your friends, you mattered to me
I live,
I would gladly give you hope
In this crazy senseless world
Cause it’s all I have to offer at this time
It’s now not enough
You are now an absent friend of mine
This is a song, and a story from my heart
I did not see the bomb, and nor did you
The time it came, when the guns waged its own war
With a militant at your door
Taking your freedom
Now I don’t know, how to say
I’m so sorry; I grieve in my own way
Because you are gone
But my absent friend in my heart, you do live on
I am stopping for a moment to say I love you
And someone else loved you too
I’m stopping, and pausing to give your life
A chance, for someone to grieve, because you meant more
Than a memory
Than a word
You are the stories never told
You are somewhere that we go
When we are gone
I love you, forever
You shared my life because you were born.


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