1) Maya's Song - Russia (Prose) (From Songs From The Women Of The L.O.M.) Poem by Otradom Pelogo

Maya's Song - Russia
(from Songs From The Women Of The L.O.M.

I saw Maya sitting on a bench on a nice Middle Eastern afternoon, and was happy that she had taken the moment to say hello, for she is one of those people, that when she seems happy, she makes you feel happy also. Yet one of those people that when you know they aren't happy, it somewhat makes you feel sad inside and you wished that, even more so in retrospect, that you had done more to help her, though you know that you did the best that you could. I pass by her place occasionally when passing through town, and can always see and hear her, the way she says instead of Russia, (R-O-O-S-I-A) , the way she seemed even overwhelmingly happy that we had met, and that when she gave me a hug goodbye, that she wouldn't let go until I had picked her up off her feet and spun her around before giving her a kiss for the last time. She had a beautiful young daughter that looked just like her, and like her mother, they both have seemed to find a place in my heart, which I refuse to let go.


Incorporated into the novel Stasis & Poreris

The shopping bag that she is holding, shows that she has done more brooding than work this day, yet the dilemma that she is creating will still not be soothed as she takes the pieces out of the bag that she has bought and shows them to him, almost requesting his acknowledgement and approval while still masking the true reason for its enigmatic manifestation as she begins to undress while walking to the bathroom. He isn't suspicious of her, but now curious, and like the last two days, it too cannot be soothed just yet, as this curiousness that now engulfs him opens her purse to see what can be revealed within seconds. There is a 9mm there, but he keeps one with him at all times and is not stunned, knowing that she is a single lady living by herself, and thus keeps searching. There is only one photo, it is of a young lady, about fifteen or sixteen who looks almost exactly like (Maya)



The Constituent's Prayer
Part I
Raise us O Lord from our beds in your name. Let not this bed adulterate the day we have been cannoned with, for we know that this mat was made for resting not for weeping. Therefore we must cannon to use it accordingly.

We shall left up our heads and balk away the sorrows of the day before that were the greatest of our burdens. Adulterant burdens that were brought from yesterday, today and those that may go forth and try to bring decadence to our posterity.

With ballast convictions as we rise with strength. Let us abstain from being overwhelmed and pursue, not abstractly, but academically our goals with gale force.*

Let us not dare to calumniate the name of the less fortunate
But with the canonized abundance we have, let us edify them so that our presence will be a balm to them in the times of their troubles.

May all who so gallantly gait forward, no matter where they hail from on this hallowed but dainty path, be not dashed with the balky trials that precede calamity and walk abreast balderdash and gab. For sometimes these things emanate a facade of eloquence and can relentlessly vie to emaciate and ebb away spiritual integrity.

And still there is a gargantuan task of darning those who have already been bamboozled and debauched by those things which may even seem to be affluent. For sometimes even those things which stand as an edifice can sometimes obfuscate the heart and mind.