© Musue N. Haddad
Hey you, you Monitors!
Vile mephistophelean Monitors.
Proudly engage in ghoulish activities
Months, days, years, oh yes
Clumsily diligent for too long
Or awkwardly, boldly deficient?
For what purpose?
With pride, you diligently throng
Devious actions, behaviors fervent
But I tell you,
Yesterday marked your end,
You’re permanently exposed!
Your vulnerability and termination
Malveillant works, hosts, deposed
So are your âmedamnées, and cronies
Deceptive, imposing, inferior
Destructive, baleful activities
Your mystery, cycle and mechanism
Projections and soullish desires
Shattered, ended, finished, kapoot!
By the Utmost, Superior authority
We revoke and negate your works
You're stripped of influence, power
Desensitized, permanently disorganized
All malicious weapons destroyed
And reversal of your works, activities
Restoration and restitution are ours
We’re free, oh yes
Flawlessly released from you, yours
Spotless, empowered, radiating
Delightful peace, blissfully breezing
In every dimensions of our lives
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
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Monday, May 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Love is Positive
© Musue N. Haddad
Woke up this morning,
Walked down the streets;
Afterward, juggled down the bystreets
Then saw you at the corner
Faced torn, in tears, blinking
I halted, we talked for an hour
Between sobs you said, “Now I know.”
Wrapped my arms around you
You gently murmured and wept
“I thought we had something special”
“But it’s not me he sought,”
Your fragile body shivered,”
Made my body shuddered,
Followed by your whisper,
“Not me, not me in his thoughts,
When we talked and laughed;
His utterances of love, assurance;
That filled my heart, my mind;
Were all illusory, lies
I gave him love, endless supply,
But not me in his thoughts,
Not me in his dreams, his bethought,
Oh, I gave him all; heart, thoughts, love
And love the emotion I’d feel
But for him, I was not enough.
In his eyes,
I was a frivolous, trifling slough,
Protective, yet weakened by love
I wish, I wish”… you fumbled for words
“Wish I could change my name to hers
So he never call me hers
Then he’ll adore and call me always
But I love my own name
It’s unique, time-honored, and not trendy
Or if I had the eyes of the other girl
He will look deep into mine always
But I love to see with my own eyes
Perhaps, if I had the hair of the next one
He says her hair flows and is golden
I will let it down for him, all loosen
But I love my own hair, naturally dark
If my laughter was like the next girl
Which he says is like the sound of music
He’ll stay in my embrace; delight in it
Still, I like to say “I Love You” with my voice.
I know now, its not me he sought.”
The promises of respect, he made
To treasure my love, value me as I am
Said I gave him hope, brighten his heart
But now I know
It was not me, never me he sought;”
It was then I softly interjected,
“Listen honey”
Our eyes met and I said,
"I speak as a sister and friend"
“You’re wondering what he sees in them
That you don’t have my dear
So here you cry a river of tears
And may have cried too many times
Been on an emotional upheaval
Loved someone who didn't care a dime
Sweet words; all deceiving, mistimed
You’re beautiful, and all loving
Stunning eyes, filled with affection
A name that honors your being
Your face holds warm smiles, tenderness
Maybe,
It’s not you in his thoughts,
But for all the time you loved him,
Respected, adored him, so freely
Only to be betrayed, heart shattered
Even so your love radiates, fills the universe
It mirrors in the sun rays as the morning rises
Felt by others who’ll be nourished by it.”
As I spoke softly, words of hope
I saw your face; a smile lit your face,
You mumbled,
“Gave him my best,
And then added,
“Love doesn’t come from stone”.
And I responded,
But love is positive; the ambiance is good.”
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Woke up this morning,
Walked down the streets;
Afterward, juggled down the bystreets
Then saw you at the corner
Faced torn, in tears, blinking
I halted, we talked for an hour
Between sobs you said, “Now I know.”
Wrapped my arms around you
You gently murmured and wept
“I thought we had something special”
“But it’s not me he sought,”
Your fragile body shivered,”
Made my body shuddered,
Followed by your whisper,
“Not me, not me in his thoughts,
When we talked and laughed;
His utterances of love, assurance;
That filled my heart, my mind;
Were all illusory, lies
I gave him love, endless supply,
But not me in his thoughts,
Not me in his dreams, his bethought,
Oh, I gave him all; heart, thoughts, love
And love the emotion I’d feel
But for him, I was not enough.
In his eyes,
I was a frivolous, trifling slough,
Protective, yet weakened by love
I wish, I wish”… you fumbled for words
“Wish I could change my name to hers
So he never call me hers
Then he’ll adore and call me always
But I love my own name
It’s unique, time-honored, and not trendy
Or if I had the eyes of the other girl
He will look deep into mine always
But I love to see with my own eyes
Perhaps, if I had the hair of the next one
He says her hair flows and is golden
I will let it down for him, all loosen
But I love my own hair, naturally dark
If my laughter was like the next girl
Which he says is like the sound of music
He’ll stay in my embrace; delight in it
Still, I like to say “I Love You” with my voice.
I know now, its not me he sought.”
The promises of respect, he made
To treasure my love, value me as I am
Said I gave him hope, brighten his heart
But now I know
It was not me, never me he sought;”
It was then I softly interjected,
“Listen honey”
Our eyes met and I said,
"I speak as a sister and friend"
“You’re wondering what he sees in them
That you don’t have my dear
So here you cry a river of tears
And may have cried too many times
Been on an emotional upheaval
Loved someone who didn't care a dime
Sweet words; all deceiving, mistimed
You’re beautiful, and all loving
Stunning eyes, filled with affection
A name that honors your being
Your face holds warm smiles, tenderness
Maybe,
It’s not you in his thoughts,
But for all the time you loved him,
Respected, adored him, so freely
Only to be betrayed, heart shattered
Even so your love radiates, fills the universe
It mirrors in the sun rays as the morning rises
Felt by others who’ll be nourished by it.”
As I spoke softly, words of hope
I saw your face; a smile lit your face,
You mumbled,
“Gave him my best,
And then added,
“Love doesn’t come from stone”.
And I responded,
But love is positive; the ambiance is good.”
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Monday, April 18, 2011
A Sister's Reflection
© Deanna White
39111014
CRASH
SLAM
(Damn wish these walls were thicker)
I listen
My stomach
Getting Sicker
Handcuffs
CLICK
All I can do
Sit
You stare
“Fuck you”
Your lips say
With a “help me” glare
Eyes closed
Tears
Goodbye little brother
See you next year
You used to be little
Remember
Watching Grease
Doing the hand jive
Making a secret handshake
Remember
At my sleepovers
Running away
When we tried to put make-up on you
Remember
Giving your friends
All the popsicles
And mommy got mad
Handshakes turned to gang signs
Running from police instead of girls
Popsicles turned to weed
Kids grow up so fast…
The aftermath
Finally
I could face it
The mess upstairs
Why’d you fight them?
Tried to jump out of the window
I shut it
Tried to close the door
Broken
Walk two feet
My room
Assess the damage
Toddler bed
Bent
Favorite chair
Broken
Legos
Spilled
Outline a body
Window
Open
I shut it
Walk back out the door
Maybe tomorrow…
Overview by Mother: Ms. W.C White.
During the summer of 2008 my 13 year old son was arrested for a serious, yet first offence. Nearly three years later, while still in the system, he ran away from yet another community placement. This time he was adamant about not going back saying “ I’m tired of the meetings, going to the doctor’s, the medication’s not helping, nothing is helping and Mr. B. uses any little excuse to take away my weekends (at home)!”
My son had numerous evaluations conducted (ordered by two different judges and from the core care agency I found) which all concluded that he was a very intelligent young man who had classic ADHD. Only after he was apprehended this time did we find that the medication (Risperdal) he had been taking for the past six months was not the proper medication for his diagnosis. Which meant that during their attempt to “rehabilitate” him, his ADHD was never properly treated.
Coming home either very late at night or very early in the morning he eluded authorities for about two weeks. On March 9, 2011 I was getting on the bus to go to school when I saw him approach our home. My daughter had not left for school yet so I called her to let her know that [in order to avoid further conflict with the law] I would be calling the abscondance unit to come pick him up. They did, and what preceeds are the reflections of his nineteen year old sister having witnessed her brother being dragged from his home: the only place he’d ever felt safe.
He took some of his anger out on her for answering the door when they came (my fault). She was not able to go to school after they left…because of what happened at 10:14 that morning.
39111014
CRASH
SLAM
(Damn wish these walls were thicker)
I listen
My stomach
Getting Sicker
Handcuffs
CLICK
All I can do
Sit
You stare
“Fuck you”
Your lips say
With a “help me” glare
Eyes closed
Tears
Goodbye little brother
See you next year
You used to be little
Remember
Watching Grease
Doing the hand jive
Making a secret handshake
Remember
At my sleepovers
Running away
When we tried to put make-up on you
Remember
Giving your friends
All the popsicles
And mommy got mad
Handshakes turned to gang signs
Running from police instead of girls
Popsicles turned to weed
Kids grow up so fast…
The aftermath
Finally
I could face it
The mess upstairs
Why’d you fight them?
Tried to jump out of the window
I shut it
Tried to close the door
Broken
Walk two feet
My room
Assess the damage
Toddler bed
Bent
Favorite chair
Broken
Legos
Spilled
Outline a body
Window
Open
I shut it
Walk back out the door
Maybe tomorrow…
Overview by Mother: Ms. W.C White.
During the summer of 2008 my 13 year old son was arrested for a serious, yet first offence. Nearly three years later, while still in the system, he ran away from yet another community placement. This time he was adamant about not going back saying “ I’m tired of the meetings, going to the doctor’s, the medication’s not helping, nothing is helping and Mr. B. uses any little excuse to take away my weekends (at home)!”
My son had numerous evaluations conducted (ordered by two different judges and from the core care agency I found) which all concluded that he was a very intelligent young man who had classic ADHD. Only after he was apprehended this time did we find that the medication (Risperdal) he had been taking for the past six months was not the proper medication for his diagnosis. Which meant that during their attempt to “rehabilitate” him, his ADHD was never properly treated.
Coming home either very late at night or very early in the morning he eluded authorities for about two weeks. On March 9, 2011 I was getting on the bus to go to school when I saw him approach our home. My daughter had not left for school yet so I called her to let her know that [in order to avoid further conflict with the law] I would be calling the abscondance unit to come pick him up. They did, and what preceeds are the reflections of his nineteen year old sister having witnessed her brother being dragged from his home: the only place he’d ever felt safe.
He took some of his anger out on her for answering the door when they came (my fault). She was not able to go to school after they left…because of what happened at 10:14 that morning.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sing My Victory Song
© Musue N. Haddad
Did tell you ‘Medianites,’
I’d leave, abandon,
My hiding place;
That time has come;
I’ve left the hiding place;
Armored with His courage,
Here I stand;
In full glare,
Hence, you will listen,
I say it with His faith,
“Enough is enough;”
In Polish, it's emphasized;
“Jest wystarczająco gnough,”
The French says, c'est assez,
And Swahili, it is "inatosha,"
So listen ‘Medianites;’
You can’t intimidate me;
So, you better run, hide,
Or reckon with Him in me,
Know, I’m here to stay,
To enforce and celebrate,
His endless Victory for me,
You've always known,
I may be "barley bread,”
Known also as ‘queso de soja,’
Or simply as "korn bröd,"
Sometimes viewed as worn thread,
To your power of darkness,
But you’ve known no rest;
Always breathless, abscessed;
Mindful of my strength,
And your catastrophic defeat,
It’s my season Medianites;
Watch his rippling approval,
My new beautiful start,
Puts a song in my heart,
My greatest comfort,
You, a resolute pervert
His limitless favor, wholesome grace,
Wash my doubts, fears, tears,
Enduring love and sacrifice,
Take control of your powers,
And fans the flames of his influence,
His mighty presence and grace,
A chorus, always in my heart,
Fires up my year of Victory,
So, I raise my voice,
Blow my trumpet,
Sing my Victory song
Ha, ha, ha,
My Supernatural Victory!
This poem was drafted while listening to my Bishop sermon on Gideon, and the need to claim, and embrace our Supernatural Victory.
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Did tell you ‘Medianites,’
I’d leave, abandon,
My hiding place;
That time has come;
I’ve left the hiding place;
Armored with His courage,
Here I stand;
In full glare,
Hence, you will listen,
I say it with His faith,
“Enough is enough;”
In Polish, it's emphasized;
“Jest wystarczająco gnough,”
The French says, c'est assez,
And Swahili, it is "inatosha,"
So listen ‘Medianites;’
You can’t intimidate me;
So, you better run, hide,
Or reckon with Him in me,
Know, I’m here to stay,
To enforce and celebrate,
His endless Victory for me,
You've always known,
I may be "barley bread,”
Known also as ‘queso de soja,’
Or simply as "korn bröd,"
Sometimes viewed as worn thread,
To your power of darkness,
But you’ve known no rest;
Always breathless, abscessed;
Mindful of my strength,
And your catastrophic defeat,
It’s my season Medianites;
Watch his rippling approval,
My new beautiful start,
Puts a song in my heart,
My greatest comfort,
You, a resolute pervert
His limitless favor, wholesome grace,
Wash my doubts, fears, tears,
Enduring love and sacrifice,
Take control of your powers,
And fans the flames of his influence,
His mighty presence and grace,
A chorus, always in my heart,
Fires up my year of Victory,
So, I raise my voice,
Blow my trumpet,
Sing my Victory song
Ha, ha, ha,
My Supernatural Victory!
This poem was drafted while listening to my Bishop sermon on Gideon, and the need to claim, and embrace our Supernatural Victory.
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Friday, December 24, 2010
Devil’s Incarnate
© Musue N. Haddad
Listen, Devil’s Incarnate
Some call, "le diable incarné"
Others point, "Diavolul întrupat,"
To many, you're 'serpiente'
Listen carefully
You beast
Read my lips, if you can
Better still,
Look at my face, stern
Confidence you lack
I speak with faith
Not your kind of faith
No, no, rapscallion
You Devil’s incarnate
Offspring of the beast
In robe, you rob souls
Pompous, egotistical impostor
Vainglory, Selfish growler
Delusions of importance
Too ashamed to unveil
Show your real identity
Or to flaunt true lineage
Sullen, sadistic, sullage
Devil’s Incarnate
Your time of invasion over
Irrevocably over, failure
We’re sailing, rising further
You cruelly robbed us; burglar
Did take a lot from me
Keep your tiny victory
Armored, I say this in your face
Hear me, “You’re disgusting!”
You’ll suffer the agony of defeat.
For viciousness, selfishness, pains
Migraines, injury of your reigns
Your darkness, long transposed
Agony, exposure, disruptions
Yours, and your cohorts; lowlife
We are in the light; steady peace
Beautiful family, friends, at ease
Filled with joy, freedom from strife
Hear this, 'siamo Benedetti!'
And listen Devil’s incarnate
Pay heed, you ingrate
This is a limited time offer, hellion!
“Sit quietly, show compunction
Or face the wrath.”
“Tuck your tail, Devil’s Incarnate.”
Or, the axe falls at once.”
You’ll be openly exposed, unwelcomed
Such disgrace, you’ll regret
Shred you forever apart, crumbed.
And your allies will abscond!
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Listen, Devil’s Incarnate
Some call, "le diable incarné"
Others point, "Diavolul întrupat,"
To many, you're 'serpiente'
Listen carefully
You beast
Read my lips, if you can
Better still,
Look at my face, stern
Confidence you lack
I speak with faith
Not your kind of faith
No, no, rapscallion
You Devil’s incarnate
Offspring of the beast
In robe, you rob souls
Pompous, egotistical impostor
Vainglory, Selfish growler
Delusions of importance
Too ashamed to unveil
Show your real identity
Or to flaunt true lineage
Sullen, sadistic, sullage
Devil’s Incarnate
Your time of invasion over
Irrevocably over, failure
We’re sailing, rising further
You cruelly robbed us; burglar
Did take a lot from me
Keep your tiny victory
Armored, I say this in your face
Hear me, “You’re disgusting!”
You’ll suffer the agony of defeat.
For viciousness, selfishness, pains
Migraines, injury of your reigns
Your darkness, long transposed
Agony, exposure, disruptions
Yours, and your cohorts; lowlife
We are in the light; steady peace
Beautiful family, friends, at ease
Filled with joy, freedom from strife
Hear this, 'siamo Benedetti!'
And listen Devil’s incarnate
Pay heed, you ingrate
This is a limited time offer, hellion!
“Sit quietly, show compunction
Or face the wrath.”
“Tuck your tail, Devil’s Incarnate.”
Or, the axe falls at once.”
You’ll be openly exposed, unwelcomed
Such disgrace, you’ll regret
Shred you forever apart, crumbed.
And your allies will abscond!
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Friday, December 17, 2010
Happy Birthday
© Musue N. Haddad
I’ll sing Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to me!
I sing with joy
Not just for one year
But for my existence
Persistence,subsistence
And my substance
For the memories of days
Of years gone by
Ah, the paths and trails
Faded, bold Footprints
The moments, events
All parts of history
Spiral pages of my story
Some glowingly calculated
Others, unavoidably imposed
The joy, pains, warm tears
What a blend of years
And for the moments here
As well as the days near
Plus the years ahead
I embrace with ease
With unwavering faith
For I know, and believe
This is my season
Another beautiful round
Continuation of my story
An extraordinary history!
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
I’ll sing Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to me!
I sing with joy
Not just for one year
But for my existence
Persistence,subsistence
And my substance
For the memories of days
Of years gone by
Ah, the paths and trails
Faded, bold Footprints
The moments, events
All parts of history
Spiral pages of my story
Some glowingly calculated
Others, unavoidably imposed
The joy, pains, warm tears
What a blend of years
And for the moments here
As well as the days near
Plus the years ahead
I embrace with ease
With unwavering faith
For I know, and believe
This is my season
Another beautiful round
Continuation of my story
An extraordinary history!
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Re: AST
© Musue N. Haddad
What is AST
That I've tried to grasp
It's good, and that
Yes, that's what I'm told
The one talked about
But is it the same one bout to roll
What is really AST
Now I will ask
Is it right?
I have my doubts
Right from onset
It sounds wrong
Obscure, crafty, most super
Supreme, powerful than all
Then there's this prodding
"There's no harm," then
The warning, the very same first
"No, No, let no man be measured..."
Also another, "believe!"
So I sit here and plead
If it's not right, please
Mend the wrong
Make it right easily
Let it be beautifully done
Make haste
My one, earnest plead
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
What is AST
That I've tried to grasp
It's good, and that
Yes, that's what I'm told
The one talked about
But is it the same one bout to roll
What is really AST
Now I will ask
Is it right?
I have my doubts
Right from onset
It sounds wrong
Obscure, crafty, most super
Supreme, powerful than all
Then there's this prodding
"There's no harm," then
The warning, the very same first
"No, No, let no man be measured..."
Also another, "believe!"
So I sit here and plead
If it's not right, please
Mend the wrong
Make it right easily
Let it be beautifully done
Make haste
My one, earnest plead
Copyright © Musue N. Haddad
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