Ring around the rosie
Red inflamed circles of hurt
Keep them hidden deep because
People are terrified
That pain is contagious

Pocket full of posies
Show the world only beautiful things
Because everything comes with strings
And they don't want to see
The truth and harsh reality

Ashes, ashes
Burn your faults and burn your fears
So that no one will ever find them here
Put on a mask to hide your melted face
So that no one will ever see your disgrace

We all fall down*
Don't ever let them see you trip
Though we all do the same and rip
The only difference between us is our names
For we are *all hiding our shame

A moment of silence and a candle to light

Memories in the heart glow so bright

A day to honor the Life Lost

Only tears to bear the cost

 

Soldiers of life for dream to fight

Laid shattered in vengeance might

Neither a gun nor a knife they held

Dreams and Love lay dead

 

Out of vengeance a damage done

Could time be turned to make it gone?

In the rumble the deaths pain to hear

Echoes still with loved ones near

 

If ideology gives a right to ****

The earth's grave will fill

If ever a promise to be made

To honor the innocent life's laid

 

From every heart a love to share

With every hand a gesture to care

In every heart a candle to light

Love and care our weapons to fight.

©5-24-06

The canvas of a child’s mind
Is blank when he is born.

The mind of a child is like a garden in the spring time
It is planted, watered, and nurtured , and over time grows
into something beautiful.

Many times I just need to stop what I am doing and listen… listen to what the “still small voice” is trying to tell me. Taking time to smell the lilacs, so to speak, to soak in the beauty around us, to reflect that God really is God and not a figment of our imagination, is what life should be about. Turning off the things that interrupt our mind (tv/radio/neighbor/spouse ;-) , etc) and listening and seeing the simple joys in life, gives me peace for today and hope that tomorrow will be even better.

My joy these days is in a 24 pound little boy who entered this world 13+ months ago not under the best of circumstance but loved just the same. I would not trade him for all the money in the world. He is the light of my life. When I come home very tired, it would be easy to do what I want… rest, but the look on his little face when I come into the room somehow sparks a little more energy in me to pick him up. He lays his head on my shoulder, gives a sigh, and all is well with the world. Actually, all is well for both of us. Sort of like laying your head on the Lord’s shoulder.

In the spring time, gardens are planted and begin to grow. For him, (my grandson) his mind is like a garden. The seeds planted in his early life, the time taken to talk and play with him, watered with love and compassion, will grow and develop and hopefully the beauty of his garden will crowd out the **** seeds that the winds of the world blow in from time to time. Love always triumphs over hate if you never give up.

I know many kids never had a chance at an early age to grow and bloom into a beautiful garden. Years later, **** killer (God) was applied, the soil tilled by His hand, revealed the potential of their garden. The gardens they grow are beautiful in the eyes of our Lord and Savior. When someones garden is getting a little dry, we need to help water their garden with love, compassion and understanding from our abundance. The small things that don’t cost much but have a big impact on the growing beauty of a garden are important not only to children but to big people as well.

Is there any better way to spend our time than to nurture a growing garden? I think not. I may not live to see my grandson’s garden bloom and produce great things as he becomes a man but I know God will honor the planting and watering I do beyond the day He takes me home.

7-1-08
Time has passed and my grandson is now three. What an age this is. New learning, every day, is taking place and I am a part of it. It is a great honor to help plant God’s love in this little boy. Now that I am retired we are out and about many days of the week. We are still chasing squirrels, watching for fire engines and high flying jets, and meeting new people in the park. Some of the new people are pretty nice and Tony knows which ones they are.

A reporter followed us around last October during one of our many visits to the City Park in Twin Falls Idaho. She did a great job of writing a story about nothing of importance, but it was and is important to Tony since it was about him.  “Walk in the Park” search in the Times News will get:


http://m.magicvalley.com/lifestyles/relationships-and-special-occasions/taking-a-walk-in-the-park-with-grandpa/articlecef84065-d992-5a06-a1c8-631123517f4e.html?mobiletouch=tr­ue

7-5-08
Well it is the day after turning 65, my feet hurt after a morning of “walking in the park”. Tony rode his trike and I got some needed exercise. Today is a great day. Yesterday I was not feeling all that chipper and may, yes just may, have been a little grouchy. It happens when my glucose level gets too high. I made a comment to one of the family who brought home a burger in a paper sack… “you got any grouch pills in there?” A few minutes later I heard Tony say to someone, “we need to find Grandpa’s grouch pills.” It cracked me up and we did not need to find the “grouch pills”. The little guy has a way of shining a light in the darkness and brightening up the whole room. I imagine God is laughing and I suppose God finds our “grouchiness” to be rather silly. Actually it is rather pointless, non-productive, and self-centered activity that gains nothing… oh where did I leave those grouch pills. Aaah yes, thank you Father. I needed that. When you can’t find your grouch pills just look up and se Jesus.


04-03-2021
Time has passed... can you imagine that?... and I’m still here at 77.  Tony is now 16. He has great plans on what he wants to do. May it happen. He will be driving the old man now.

Probably 6 years ago October 31 we were in McDonald’s. Tony and Lucy were dressed for the occasion. The lady behind the counter asked if I was going to dress for Halloween. I told her I was already dressed... that I was going as a grumpy old man.  Been practicing all year. She just laughed.  See what I have to put up with???

it was a warm night,
every inch
of my being
was devoured,
our fire was a dark
ocean, our
bodies could not
be controlled,
we breathed
as one,
wrapped arms
and legs and
could not get closer,
all the shadows of my
heart swept away,
every ghost shook
and trembled
and i knew only the tender
mist of your love.

Your fingers have dipped in starlight, and
My eyes glow like the moon
And what you've painted on me, your canvas,
Has made my every nerve end twitch
Trembling with anxious, drunk-love excitement.
Sandman's heavy seeds have been sown,
And weigh down eyelids with their tempting fruit.
My fingers are dimmer
And I softly worry your shirt between them
Staring at a space behind my eyes

Wild Thunder*


The lightning
breaks the sultry summer air.
Its components explode
in deafening crescendo
rain falls in heavy vertical stripes
a deluge of waterfalls.

I take off my clothes
and walk in the gardens.
Soaking drenched
and alight with passion.
As alive as the
forces of nature above me.

Beyond wetness
the pure water washes my soul.
Crying for its coolness
in the turgid heat.
of an endless summer
of drought and dust.

My face reaches upwards
to the storm gods.
My mouth opens wide
to swallow its bounty.
Cooling my desire
in this maelstrom

I see her calling me to go inside
Come in my Love
Be safe from the
ferocious power of the storm.

But I am young
and powerful like the storm
I feel invincible.
I feel its energy
flowing inside me
like electricity.

My needs build
like the lightning.
Their voltage surging
until the air cracks.

I call her
Come to me my lover
join me in the garden
Disrobe your body
Absorb its power
Come lie with me in passion
As I am lightning.
And You are thunder.

[[[[[[[[[[ COLD ]]]]]]]]]]]

i'm
tired
of the
c o l d:
silence
distance
shoulders
.....t o u c h
a b a n d o n..

amidst
freezing
.........cold
here comes
sun.....smiling
.....d i s t a n c e
................. s t i l l
........u n c e r t a i n      

[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

Sally

Copyrig­ht August 26, 2015              
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan