August 8, 2019
Professionally speaking,
Between you and I,
Contact
Is inappropriate when:
I ask you, “Stop.”
And you refuse.
I tell you, “Stop.”
And you refuse.
I have no choice but to make you stop.
What part of this do you not understand?
So, you rubbed me the wrong way; it’s ok.
Learn from it, my friend.
Yes, it’s all fairytales and tragedies—and
Divine Comedies.
The horror of this world is too great to speak of here…
Let the sirens sing their songs—what do you care?
“Look your own nose!” The Old Man would say.
Guruji—as he was known to most.
For whom does the bird sing?
If she sings only for herself we will come to know…in time…
But see,
I hope it’s not too late:
I believe God brought us all together here;
For better or for worse remains to be seen.
But one of us has fallen—and is nowhere to be heard…
So sing little angel sing don’t you cry:
Unplugged from the grid
Her her own avarice brought her down
Friend turned into enemy
Now everyone’s a clown!
Hope hath a friend in laughter…
Be well, my friend.
Thank you for being a kind friend in my time of need. I appreciate you letting me speak my mind. Always, without judgement. Without hate.
Now, I don’t know what goes on behind closed doors; but professionally speaking, pretending or not I don’t know—nor do I particularly care—I also have nothing to hide except my own bad temper…so I try to mostly keep to myself, you know what I mean? Work on my own healing. Don’t go chasing after every pretty girl I see on the internet! Get to really know myself inside—see just what it is I have to offer her. “Ти Розуміеш?”
“Now you’ve made trouble for yourself” I can hear my grandma saying—but in Ukrainian…
I tried to give her warning—it was a warning to myself.
Help her; prayer for her. Now. Today. Don’t delay—
Or just let her die
Quietly
On a beach… let her die the foul thing that she is…
Prayer for her soul
We each must follow our own path
But we can pray for one another
Along the way…
Sweet little sister
Taken in by surprise
What was your plan
No one can surmise
Now you are down on your face
Inside feels the disgrace;
What will you do?
What will you do?
Who will you turn to
In the hour when
You are
All
Alone
And death smites you
On the cheek, dear
And no one hears your cries
Will you rise up
Come full circle?
Or will you keep falling down
On your face
In the dirt
I fear
For a whole ‘nother round…
So it’s the story over and over
Again and again
Of how the Harlot and the Lover
Conceived a world to fade
Always and forever
Never ending
Always
Being remade…
Our death is but—our beginning.
Don’t hasten
Don’t tarry…
Live your life!
Love
First your
Self;
Then love
Everyone else
As you would—
Yourself.
Then
When judgment day comes–
We will know…
With love and gratitude your friend,
©️Nina Zain 💟
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