To Whom it may

 Save us from the mailed fist of our own hand

Save us from the mailed fist of our own hand

Let the malignant fiber of our tabloid hearts…

SAVE US FROM THE MAILED FIST OF OUR OWN HAND

Let the malignant fiber of our tabloid hearts

CRUMBLE TO MAKE WAY

For a new life,

Forge new paths…

 

Old ways have canted into ruin

New life will rant through it’s own course

We beseech that victorious wrath lead not to the ruin of the soul

But if it is to be, let hate run it’s course

Blacken the veins, make ill the heart

That we should recoil in pity and horror

And sorrow and repentance…

 

One life is the life we share, as it is lived

Hold yourself in your heart

So that you may then hold another

Hold another in your heart

You will find you are holding your own

 

So be it now and forever more

To whom it may concern

And to whom it may not concern…

Christ taken from cross

Edgardo

Author: Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.

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2 Responses to To Whom It May

  1. Eugene "Gene" Novogrodsky says:

    …would like to heard Edgardo’s last six months of poetry, live, and also have time to respond to EACH ….

    There are many levels to his(your) work ….

    There is a tone of doom, perhaps correct ….Also, a tone of hope …how …?

  2. Edgardo Edgardo says:

    i think I am doomed to hope..That’s it.

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