#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

26.12.2020
9.02pm
#NoPoo

there's so much
sorrow
between the alphabets
of my words
tears watered
the heart every night
I need relief
a bit of brightness
among the grey
red roses
tainted by heart blood
am I there yet

65

#NoPoo/ 271220/ 03:06:43

also #125 ERULGCT .Rob xx

Missing

Should a person vital organs be donated without consent
Sadly, organ harvesting seems to be a practice of relent
Missing people who have suddenly disappeared
Another rich person in another country life expectation has been bioengineered

Trust me America, stolen organs are on the rise
At an alarming rate that the news report chooses to hide
Blood type matched from a black market computerized database
Studied interest profile to abduct to take
Posters, milk cartons, hopefully a face of the past shows up
A heartbeat not of their own donated to another by chance of unethical luck
No one wants to talk about this hidden transmit
Being an ex-Critical Care ER/Trauma Nurse, I swear this conversation was and always will be a big hit

Patients of third world countries organs voluntary donated
Body parts have been surgically segregated
The higher bidder’s money, lips sealed under intense interrogation
Cambodia refugees
Here without a breath of energy
Voluntary butchered beyond despair
Life expectancy now hanging in the balance by thin air
Meals for the family one must eat
At the price of donating their consecrated meat

This is a business…shh my lips are sealed
Money, bills, look the other way for a meal
DNA match for ancestral history rites
Here today, disappeared tomorrow, now supine under an involuntary knife
Read through the lines
My doctrine of oath has seen, once various future kings and queens
Poster face now, donor waits across the continent unforeseen

Consent forms, where the hell are they
Practice of unethical dismay, sadly it just goes down that way
White collar by degree takes all
The higher ups final call
Grants, stocks, boardroom meetings
Yet, the cycle of black market harvesting keeps repeating
These are such mean streets
Make sure you watch your heartbeats
There are bidding wars to compete

For life sustaining body parts
Hushed requests of the kidneys and the heart
In the progress of unknown destination, they depart

Operation here comes the iced filled red bio bag
Presence marked expired before the official toe tag
You fall ill, knowledge better be your intuitive guide
Or not, half of you here, the rest of you on a private jet ride
Stay Alert
For all it’s worth

This still goes on my friends, just please be aware as well. This is the flip side of life when you are an organ donor, and a nurse, you see things the eyes are supposed to remain blinded, and the heart has to refuse to feel in the name of silence

NoPoo #33 (12-26-20)

back amongst the shadows
the darkness is where I am relegated,
yet breathe best
resigned and redefined as mine
an unknown, I always suspected to be known
once my dejected awareness shone
repeats and repeats
a cacophony of assurances and placates
various bruises
and pride?
it slowly disintegrates






#NoPoo
12/26/2020
6:42 pm EST

27.12.2020
8.22am
#NoPoo

fading colours of old graffiti
splashed on ageing walls
an old tap is leaking
wetting the mossy ground

It is I
just wondering
about nothing
missing you


66

Do not have to prove my worth
It has already been predestined by the stars upon the cycle of my birth  
See… I’m A Special Kind  
Will leave you standing in good graces, after I’ve enthralled the depth of your mind  

Society has turned the other cheek  
No cessation for the somnolent or the souls of the faithful meek  
We suffer our pain in silence  
Once Kings and Queens, roaming among the gentle Giants  

Who dare say times for us never existed    
Ask the Pope to show you those sacred scrolls, sepia, yet written with my history in it  
I am the darkness of my mother’s womb birthed into the light long before time  
The echoing cry of my past generation, reincarnated, in a land of plantation and ginger vines  

So far for a soul to have traveled from the evolution of the egg to become  
My home I pushed through the birth canal for me to speak, think, and act as one  
I have the torch in my hands of Lady Liberty, the Good Book, my benevolent intellectual  
Yet my cognizance imprisoned in history by ignorance’s misperceptions  

I soar higher for goals to inspire on the balls of my two feet  
Bow upon my presence once they land my brothen, when the destiny of our souls come to meet  
I suppose darkness others live upon may be good within the belly of the beast  
A waste of time not guaranteed to cross over for the Heavenly crown of an earthy defeat  

I sing the sweetest hymns from what my eyes have seen  
A rose is rose by any other means not fitted for a King  
Those netted without proper atonement have no knowledge once it has become mainstream  
A little Dove who flies from the arc of my Creator’s convent designs  
A beautiful shade of prominence, yet my beautiful rainbow will always shine  

Soft whispers as you keep climbing up my arch to give your soul a rest upon the sweeten slide  
Closing your eyes, listening for the melodies of my soft wind chimes  
See... I’m A Special Kind  

NoPoo #34 (12-27-20)

#NoPoo
12/27/2020
2:45pm EST

28.12.2020
1.34pm
#NoPoo

Scents on pillows
starting to fade
Sun rays peek in
like beautiful smiles
sweeping out sombre thoughts
but you are with me
as always
sharing my thoughts

67

There are times
when fighting the good fight
and hitting your head against the wall
are close to synonymous
I just want (ok, need) to be heard
The driving need to make headway
A wish for better eloquence from myself
Leading to an opening of hearts and minds
My caution usual is bull meets china shop
New goal, to be more in the moment.
Awareness of my own self ownership
Then, a calling out to my own muse,
(surely he's there!.. right?)
For guided inspiration of the appropriate
Perhaps the universe will cooperate this time...
Because I desperately need to cosmically realign








#NoPoo
12/28/2020
8:34am EST

Yesterday’s News, Tomorrow’s Promises

People have come into my life some will stay
I’ve never encountered someone’s aura who takes my breath completely away
Enticing words to the ears, thrilling, as I’ve always felt
Whispered images comforts awaken eyes after I’ve slept
Your wicked passion soothes my skin
Desires of the heart eagerly begins
In all its splendid fashion
Remnants of once stolen passion

Bodies blindly tumbling
Voices in union beautifully rumpling
Essence of glory sinking, and then plummeting
Weakened emotions embodying the core of my soul
A soft heart bathed in such enriching narratives to appease, cajole
Just when I turned my back and then glanced around
As you stood near me in Heaven, reminisce hushed of its earthly sounds
The charismatic Archangel you are
Spirit of a lion far greater than the roar of Mars

The need of your beautiful creed to spiritually feed
Has rooted my feet to the ground
Divinity footsteps engraved upon a sacred mound
Never have been so far desires of the bodies, lack for us each
I cannot reach
You cannot teach
Love to hear you softly rant or preach
Souls have collided by Heavenly designs
Behind closed doors mentally all mine

With you, no clocks of love to ever tell the time
You’ve always had my heart intentions, no deceiver
Have caressed, soothed, and smoothed an enchanted believer
Mind to mind dial tone from such a sweet life receiver
Wings have been ordained for you
On judgment day, I couldn’t think of no other person God will give his blessings too

You are my forever more
The man who consoles me when life has shaken me to the core
Thank you for being who you are
I’m sure you know you are, my moon, sun, among the galaxy’s twinkling stars

My handsome one
Your Queen until Your Kingdom has come
Passion infused victory of love has been won

Love and Hugs, only you get the soft kisses and tender rubs

Signed,
Your Future

Dedicated To A Very Special Friend
NoPoo #35 (12-28-20)

The wise one speaketh


said it was like putting two mice
into a garden of edam

only a matter of time
'fore one eats its way out
and brings back an army
of friends and family





#NoPoo

#NoPoo/ 291220/ 00:37:19
::sum scribbly total of a life's day-night page ..in some live nothings::




eyes of  almost closure
tear lukewarm hotsprings
along smeary corners..

run until still sparse
body heat's pulldown ways
in an evaporative chilling
so in norms.. as
singling out conspicuous
icy streams of midnight..

further more freeze
in the fanning murderous
december's blanketed
fogginess... until

unworked midcheeks
..  taking sudden fallen
diversions unto mouth
in n-(widening.. & nots)-

their
intangibly discrete
yawning bricks..  shape
out in  serial killing
repititions..  laden


in solid loaded memories
of the day's scorching reds-

those redants lining up the grains..
& them sharp sting-ready red wasps
that humbly abuzz in minding own biz
 busy~ plying to & fro trips
to their hidden redmud wonder
nests.. & an outside

red are the eyes now.. bitten
by an ironic sleep giant's tiny gritty
monsters..  hitting hard to split
open in wounded bleeds.. yet
coarsely stitching them live
& simultaneous.. in
evenmore pains .. this

clinical pull & push
of an unsleeping sleepiness.

feels like life
... life touching deep
in the face of death..


yes.   it feels & smells nostalgic
of a closely- tied string of just rapidly
browning ~ shrivelling jasmine.. in
a grand perpetual dying
intermediacy..  

not

fortunate enough
of a done~ papery dry death  
or the once fleshy fragrant
blooms of full~bodied
succulence




*pic: web