His Will Be Done

I've lamented the passing of a man dear and great, 
wept 'til the Nile flooded the Pharaoh's resting place. 
I went on and on until I realized it was his fate, 
never to pass the age of maturity and to have such grace. 

I ran, at least I tried, for all I did was stand and cry, 
up until old Heaven's Gate reached out for me renounce my faith. 
They cried, they blissfully cried, "Do Repent!", until they sigh, 
my resolve is a rock, unfaltering, against these of The Gate. 

I've sinned, I did, I will not deny such acts I've done, 
but hear me winged knights above, for me 'twas never fun. 
These stains, on my very hand, the one droplet of blood, 
'twas of our Father, yes I say to you, it was God! 

It was I, Oh Great Lucifer, an angel dear and brave, 
I, Great Lucifer, the lamb to which none can save. 
I was to tempt his son so soon upon his birth until the end, 
such quest is given to a knight his mind will bend. 

Thus, all this is born, that I say to all that is here, 
Heaven for all made instruments of God's will dear! 
I fear Him not, the Father 'lone, great, divine, 
his will I've done, I'm bound, his will is mine.

The Strong, The Weak, The Me

I am weak, and so I am, 
or so they say, we're all but men. 
Some may seem more brave than me, 
even more so too more cowardly. 

I'd laugh at those they say are tough, 
for they know not of all my stuff. 
I may look frail unto his eyes, 
my heart though, it never dies. 

To those who say I am strong, 
Nay! I say unto all of you. 
I say now you are wrong, 
this I say unto all of you. 

Mother's Dying Soliloquy

My thoughts now all I see,  as rest seems far from me.  I am alone, lonely, weeping,  indeed alone, lonely, weeping.  I hear great dragons coming,  they roar as if they're bombing,  each and every soul that's left,  they themselves know the theft.  They are all to blame for this!  They are key to our undoing!  We once knew eternal bliss,  now dust is left for chewing...  I am weak, injured, dying.  I've lost those dear to me.  Those at fault denying,  the justice due to me.  Me, yes me. But who am I?  I am but your mother,  whats left since poor old father,  murdered by our children,  the corpse is lost, or hidden.  "Father Time", I called, and called,  for years yes, I did called.  No answer from your father,  No answer from your father!  It is you who is to blame,  my child who played with flame!  Destroyed whats all around you,  left none else but yourself, you!  Once I thought was worthy,  my love you knew so dearly.  You grew and threw it all away,  never knew that it all leads to today.  Yes my dear, my child,  you are mortal, you are mad.  Made toys against your sibling,  killed each other willing.  Up until the moment you awoke,  not from slumber, I've lost hope.  You awoke from your sleep,  to slumber more so deep.  In your dreams I saw your vision,  a world of peace and of union.  I smiled, I did so for awhile,  'til I saw what was indeed your style.  I noticed all that's green is gone,  might have they all crossed the Rubicon?  Great men once led the rest, the best,  why what is left merely passed the test?  I affirm, yes I affirm!  all knowledge learned, all knowledge gained,  for all mankind this I confirm,  all knowledge false, all be ashamed.  Why have you grown silent my dear child?  Have I spoken words that stroke your heart?  Oh I forgot its long been defiled,  by your own doing, the end will start.  I'll forgive, Oh I'll forgive,  the sins you've done dear I'll forgive.  Repent my dearest, all that you did,  for Satan's calling, farewell I bid... I've made this piece and posted it in Deep Underground. The link is found below. http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/91831-mothers-dying-soliloquy/

To Greece and Persia

I closed my eyes, so sore, so red, from days long list of works,  once opened now the walls have gone, all corners turned to dirt.
I craved for this, a scene of war, of Greeks and that of Turks,
where blades and spears, meet bones and ribs, leave not a man unhurt.

I laughed and cried, before me died, a Greek so known to time,
a son they say, great Herculae, the lions roar with pride.
Before me lay, a lifeless king, Leonidas at his prime,
these men who lay, beside the bay, all heroes thus I cried.

I've come too late, unto this date, the third day of attack,
where Persians great, humiliate, by warriors brave though few.
I knelt before a king whose breath, a stench of hundred whores,
a sign I may, divert this day, improve I say, avenge brave Greeks anew.

Then Xerxes came, stood right in front, a kneeling man so bare,
he smiled and sighed, asked me then whined, "Who are you savage beast?".
I grabbed a sword, a swing my lord, took Xerxes ear and hair,
he bled and swore, then knelt before, a man as if a priest.

I saw then he, the king whom we, as Greeks all hated great,
commanded not, his armies march, unto me grant his wrath.
He fled, he smiled, and then he tried, to carry all his weight,
then uttered words, I'm sure I heard, "May God forgive thy path".

Then one by one, as Persians gone, I thought of Xerxes words,
then understood, as sun went west, my act God would've stopped.
Step-by-step, by then realized, though evil in our eyes,
a God, a King, this Xerxes thing, a man still who is wise.

Then walked to Greece, a city south, of Corinth, yes I think,
to Sparta went, announced to them, the vict'ry won by death.
Though lost is he, their king poor he, these people seemed not care,
for deep inside, each every soul, a Spartan Warrior breathe.

And so it came, I armed with them, a battle oh so great,
all Greece has come, this land be won, against the Persians they all hate.
When "Charge" was cried, all forces met, the sea ate blood so late,
then hours past, immortals last, these Persians all we ate.

"Victory!", I hear, I see, the enemy undone.
Some smiles maybe, though most will be, these frowns of men who won,
for sons and fathers Hades went, left orphans, widows, cry.
My eyes once shut, now opened wide, to Greece I said goodbye.

A SAD END IN THE FIELDS

The birds fled the plains as fast as raindrops came,

upon the ruby crops that moonlight hid from scarecrows lame.

'Tis what they feared, of those whose hearts burn bright in black,

when flies all feast 'fore Sol once more will sleep and Luna's back.

The scarecrow tilts his head against the flies and the crow,

the ruby crops all faint so slow as red turns black then now 'comes snow.

At Luna's peak these crops seemed known to none but one,

a poor young lad whose mute as the fields and grim as the crops.
Then those who came from the day's dying sun arrived once more,
made ruby red the crops the lad stood on from every pore.
And so its done, their deeds now won and none dare oppose,
for Satan's sons with beatless hearts in Luna's reign arose.

TO FEBRUARY

Of love, be true or not, so long be love, qualities of such must be, for one be called as such.

Your month, dear cupid, 'tis here at last,

a month of hunger, and that of lust.

For such a month brought me to earth,

a month of treats, my time of birth.

So now I would, as men would do,

define an act few men cling to.

For love be that of sex, desire,

for love be that of smiles bizarre.

Hear me men, love not, these things,

nor be it those by kids with wings.

For love, dear men, I say to you,

is every breath I live for You.

I care not what, men now will say,

so long my God, I'm here to stay.

by me so lone this month I've written. Vinciento Galimore

FRIDAY: RANDOM: THE ART OF URINALS

Needless to say, this arrangement of urinals can only accommodate
 one person at a time... well, unless of course one
becomes so desperate. photo by vincent

     Since today is a Friday, I'll be posting random stuff just to keep things going. Today's topic, male urinals! Its not that I fancy urinals, its just that one needs to know how to place these babies in place to maximize usage. The image above for example shows two open urinals so close to each other.  I won't dare go and use the other urinal if the other one is used. That is basically like INVASION OF PRIVACY... and many other things.
     Try to take into consideration the fact that these comfort rooms should be semi-private places and to put urinals side-by-side like this is just a hit below the belt, way way below the belt. This is just my opinion though, I'm not saying you need to change or improve this place...