Wonders of the winter season by Isaiah Ramesses (ereader android txt) 📖

Her tongue is a fire that burns endlessly.
Silly me, silly me. I feel imprisoned by Julie Z.
I have seen the blind and know they can’t see.
Sadly, I say, I might be one of them now; I
just may be.
I have no thoughts of a future that exists
logically. I only dream impossibly…
about those things that excite her, ecstatically:
sex and socialism, “romantically”. Where went my brain-
where could it be? Where went my courage,confidence and surety.
Love is crazy and now I see. For I have lost my game
to Julie Z.
Silly me, silly me. I feel imprisoned by Julie Z.

"New Age"
Can it really be close to the end of days? So much has changed since my youth. I once seen poverty, but now I see extremely poor. I once seen wealthy, but now I see extreme greed.
Extreme need is not necessarily needed. When a neighbor next door has failed his fellow man, the community will soon follow. When days are gloomy and nights are believed to be bright, what will come of our tomorrow?
Gangsters and pimps are role models, and police and governments are hated. Said to be the enemy by most, they have no words of hope, but show signs of a fragile confidence. Which reflects on all inhabitants: vacillating and uncertainty.
Every waking day is one of dread. The face of earth has been broken, cracked, built upon, and refashioned into the devils grand design. Grudgingly, she has accepted the insane desires of her children; in hope that they might come to their senses. And now she is on deaths bed.
A weakened and unclean spiritual mother, now watches on. Quaking and vomiting, from the drug, called chaos; being administered in her veins, so often. The men, that were placed as her guardians have taken bribes…
Filled pockets and sexual promiscuity is the way of this new world. Morality is often forsaken, as haughtiness is often mistaken: courage is what they call it. To have the courage, to take away love and peace…is considered valiance, in this “brave” new age.


"Angels Prayer II"

….do not think that my faith will be shaken or shattered. For my asking of the task, at hand, is but a faith builder, my Lord.
If you have a morsel of doubt, about my role of choice, trust and believe that Heaven is my home. There will be no other-be it your will. A decision that’s never been hard.
I have no memory of a childhood, at play. No springtime, no summer, no autumn, nor recollection of bundling to stay warm.
And so, to limit this request (before asking turns into begging), I would be such a good boy-as I am a good angel. I’ve never seen a snow storm.
The hot drinks and soups, that they seem so fond of. Those, I could enjoy. Therefore, from a very expectant boy: consider my human emotion;
Picture my happy face, and be merciful. And if your answer be one of my denial, I am understanding. Your wisdom is an ocean. Amen.

"Lady of Rage"
My food has been like that of the vultures, of late: scraps of mice guts, road killed deer, and feces from the fattest farm pigs. Is it my fate?
This is how a lover feels, after a dismembered companionship. From a flirt, to a lust, to a love; and then misunderstandings, leading to abandonment.
I have a hate, within my soul…that runs so deep. I have a revulsion for men, that is colder than any Antarctic retreat.
A poisonous violence, courses through my veins now. The fantasy of love, marriage, and childbirth, seems completely insane now.
This is how a lover feels, after a dismembered companionship. From a flirt, to a lust, to a love; and then misunderstandings, leading to abandonment.
Give me the pleasure, that is derived from the work of a whore. Give me joy that is found in the fan of a serial murderer: rotten to the core.
This is how a lover feels, after a dismembered companionship. From a flirt, to a lust, to a love; and then misunderstandings, leading to abandonment.


"Picture This"
The weather mans prediction of freezing temperatures, and snow is fulfilled by mornings light. The children are up early, looking outside at the spectacle, with hopes of you approving their planned playtime; faces bright.
You have thoughts of hot cereal: cream of wheat or oatmeal. The kids vote for cocoa and warm muffins. With no second thoughts, you throw a log onto the fireplace, and preheat that old oven.
This is the winter of Christmas tales and Holidays that have come and past. Paint a picture, and keep it within your cluttered mind. Remembering it, to make it last.


"Deceived"


Reality is defined of all you can touch.
Tangibility, and not instinct.
Believe not in your eyes, and your ears, but trust in
what is the solid truth.
This opinion is inspired by the brightest of human minds.
Do they not know of the wind, or the heat of the sun; does not
the presence of static electricity demand acknowledgement?
How have the brightest of minds been deceived so utterly and complete?
So total is this definitive mistake, that millions have suffered-
suffering still in this very day.
Deception has outwitted the minds of men. It has not undergone their
inspections, and has withstood their detection:
A reality that is more tangible than their own.


"A Beautiful Voice"
His voice is like a much needed meal: wholesome and fulfilling;
Outstanding! And commanding, so much strength in its tone. So suggestive and so…willing.
Read to me, I would say to this enticing voice.
Sing to me, I will beg and rejoice.
If he is willing to teach me from school books…
I would let him speak the lessons, as I clean and cook.
I would let him lullaby me to sleep, as a baby girl;
I would rather