Our Children!

Must our children pay a price?

For their ancestor’s mistakes.

Can we not draw a line?

Let them choose their own fate.

Must our children inherit our prejudice?

Our disdain for that not ours.

Can they not decide?

Isn’t that within your power?

Our children I tell you!

You alone must act!

Do not believe all,

Presented from past as fact.

Study the evidence,

Decide for yourselves.

And then and only then,

With wisdom set sail.

I’m So Sorry…Here, Eat This….

Batali contrition…

Rolls and rolls

Of gooey sugar and cinnamon

It’s the sugar and spice

That makes life so nice

His mistakes made…

Were high-stake misses

But, I can Relate

I too am fallible


I will bake his recipe

And eat the warm deliciousness

Attempting to fill the holes

In my fragile, imperfect soul

via Daily Prompt: Relate

I Know My Words Bruised

The words bruised

Squeezing their interrogation

And their love suffocated

Fixated and fused…

This needless ablation

That they both hated

Their pain was Edible

As they feasted to the bone

Gnashing, snarling, gnawing

Until another bite became unbearable

And they both began to writhe and moan

Each fearing the other was withdrawing

Tears traced the horrible possibilities

Of one without the other

Of their forever becoming their never

Until their hearts had enough and slammed together

Exposing their fallibilities

Revealing their forgotten bond to one another

That nothing and no one could ever sever:

They were life partners that shared the same cardiac tether

One simply could not live without the other

via Daily Prompt: Edible

Truth Be Lies

I need you, my high…

Never to wave goodbye

It’s me…I asSailed myself

I unrolled the masking-tape

Stuck myself to the should’s and why’s

Now my fingers death-grip the topshelf

And I hang like a decoration-only drape

Looked upon, yet not used…my real-truth belies

via Daily Prompt: Sail