ILLUMINATIONS OF A MALADY CONTINUES

Can't go there right now

Too early to be at the gilded domesticity

And its not so gilded either....

Its just the tedious domesticity

A hateful trap....

To reduce your sorrow

I will give you another dollar

"Thanks. But if only the dollar was able to reduce

My sorrow...."

Oh! your life is so painful

"You didn't know that?"

Other people's needs have become our

Fires....

And their desires to build have become our

Ruins.....

The bombs rain on the sleeping children

To make the powerful nations secure in their

Opera houses.....

They say, "THey are threatened by the human terror

while listening to Mahler and Brahms...

The children of terror will die in their sleep

If they were lucky...

Or will live after loosing their limbs, their eyes, their brains

On fire

In the hell fire called, "Life" their, "Tiny life."

Their tiny existence...These tiny babies

Are a threat to the bombers and to their

Countries...

They fly so far away, so, so far to

Kill....

To maim...

For their security

Its too much

Far too much

This ugly reality

Stark ugly reality

I must not stare at it

At this stark naked, ugly reality

One must live inside of a dream.

But how does one capture the dream

If one can't sleep at night?

Sleep has been murdered

Life eventually became an aberration

All strength, all will sucked up to the

Anxiety of loss...

Loss of a mother

Loss of a father

Loss of a home

A brother

A sister

A loss of a bazar full of beggars and flies..........

Came for an adventure

Not knowing

Not knowing the scheme of things

The adventure ended before arrival....

The anguish took over and

Lasted for so long....

That must be the adventure

In the free world

Constant, gnawing, prickly anguish.................