October

You Are Still

You may have been born without a name
Into a land of war and strife.
You may not know your father’s face,
And yet you are still loved.

You may have been left by your mother
Long ago, to face alone the world.
You may not believe in anything at all,
And yet you are still loved.

You may speak in harshest tones
And deny all truth at all times.
You may curse me and all I say,
And yet you are still loved.

You may not care for anything
And may rest your mind in evil coves.
You may in darkness live your life,
And yet you are still loved.

You may deny that God exists,
And may harm others or your own wrists.
You may sell out or sell yourself,
And yet you are still loved.

You may deal with hard times,
You may deal in drugs or hate.
You may deal with the devil himself,
And yet you are still loved.

You may believe that all is lost
When you’ve hit the bottom so deep and cold,
A solid stop against the floor,
And yet you are still loved.

You may be weak and broken, battered,
And weary with a burdened back.
You may end it all yourself,
And yet you are still loved.

You may not know that beyond your grave
Life continues brighter than before.
You may call it all profane, sheer lunacy,
And yet you are still loved.

You may commit the worst of sins
One after another, mark each off your list.
You may even take joy in doing so,
And yet you are still loved.

You may curse the ground, the sky, the seas,
You may curse yourself and me,
You may curse God and all these words,
And yet you are still loved.

You may not know, but darkly hope
For some way out of horrid life.
You may wield a razor knife, slicing,
And yet you are still loved.

You may be a criminal, a leper,
A loon, a prostitute, politician, murderer,
Revolutionary, rebel, insane and hurting…human,
And yet you are still loved.

You may be an orphan, alone and haunted,
You may be shunned or shun all others.
You may not know, but I assure you
That you are still and always loved.

October

My knees are crippled to my chest
And my arms wither around my legs.
Wind of wonder whips like twigs
Against my melting teary eyes.
October maudlin augustly creeps
Across the root-bound loamy ground.
On hilltop high with simpered smile
The trees look on in grey-washed cold.
Starry ocean-waved sleepiness
Drips down the umber grassy knoll,
Joining stream of dying leaf-bones
Floating on top of clear blue orbs.
Colossal alabaster columns stretch above,
Holding high the sketched-out sky.
Scribbled sentences uncompleted
Make up the stony stomping ground
Where vagrant children of October
Tumble into leaves and fly into Autumn.

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