Starvation's Child ... Surrender or Starve

The child ...

outside Damascus ...

spoke of chemical weapons ...

that might come and take his life ...

his thought ... 

let it come ...

but make it smell of bread ...

so I will die happy ...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-24589802

Paul Wood’s report shown tonight on BBC

Whether you can bear to watch or not ...

please watch .. for how else ... will we know ...

Perhaps it was the bakers of Syria

who should hold the Nobel Prize for Peace ... 

the bakers  ...

who have given all to bake their bread ...

that children ...

that all ...

might eat ...

as those who sometimes stood in line ...

were bombed ...

as those who stood in line ...

as those who have tried to bake their bread ...

have been bombed ... and died ...

 

Perhaps it is ... these children ... of Syria ...

who should hold the Nobel Prize ...

until someone somewhere anywhere

can find for them ... the path to peace ...

the path ... of peace ... for life ...

may somehow ... may all of us ...

stand beside these children ...

beside this child who hopes ...

that should a chemical weapon come for him ...

that ... at very least ... it will smell ... of bread ...

that he might have ... a happy death ...

where are we ...

are we listening ...

how do we save ...

starvation’s child ...

 

 

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Comment by anna1liese on October 18, 2013 at 7:00pm

How do we all ... save ... this child ...

and all who stand with him ...

Comment by Arthur James on October 18, 2013 at 7:05pm

`

respect . . .

`

anna1liese

`

please ` know,

and sense` Ah!

My deep` Love.

`

You` Care

Compassion

My Respect

`

Comment by anna1liese on October 18, 2013 at 7:20pm

Dearest Art ...

Perhaps I brought these words here ...

for you to see ...

for who among us understands more ...

the path to peace ...

if only ... this child ...

could hear ...

the cradle song ...

the path to peace ...

that some of us ...

wish we could sing ...

if only, Art ...

this child might feel ...

the warmth of you arms ...

wrapped round ...

Comment by Arthur James on October 18, 2013 at 7:49pm

`

Please  . . .

No cause me tears?

In` 1993 I was grieved.

I was in India for ` 1' month.

`

I read:

` Maybe ` 60,000

peasants died` autumn

` Underground ` weapons

testing` Maharashtra, India: 

` The Deccan ` PLATEAUL

`

 Keys ` stuck` ( i993 )

`

Underground ` weapons

testing . . . ` 60,000 died?

I recall . . . ` I carried . . .

a baby . . . She was crushed:

She was  asleep at` 4:AM.

Rural Peasants were` crushed:

`

Rural ` Homes and Barns` shook.

Walls ` Shook and Stones` shook.

Walls ` Crashed and Crushed` folk.

It was a ` burial` volunteer` event.

It was a man-made` horrible `event.

Maybe some day` I'll try to` convey.

Thanks, 

and please

know?

I go sleep.

Please know . . .

Comment by anna1liese on October 18, 2013 at 8:01pm

Dear Art ...

as I read your words ...

please know ... 

how many love ...

how many know ...

the one who carried ...

this child ...

until ... one day ...

you tell us more ...

sleep well ...

sleep peacefully ...

Comment by Arthur James on October 18, 2013 at 8:10pm

`

I'll try. You know? You help . . .

`

No` rejection, No dejection,

and` anna1lies` Ah` reflection, 

O, substantial ` Aye` correction,

and, O,I WISH` You` happiness.

I sign out and You` know, I hope.

You know . . .

Thank You.

Rest Good.

Comment by Arthur James on October 20, 2013 at 12:52am

`

apologies . . .

anna1lies. Just you and me?

No one else is ` Member Online.

`

I no we will never be married.

If we do we can get tattoos.

Two tattoos - One for You.

One For me - Tattoo read:

`

Bums & Thugs For Life,

and to & until Do Death

We'll depart, and then:

We Yodel in a pickup,

and hiccup in barn,

and not tweet in

messy` PU truck.

`

I leave my name up.

I not here. I in DC.

I pickup you soap.

I be called` O

Honey Fairest.

It's oatmeal

and honey.

No lard . . .

coconut oil

fragrant as

gentle rain

`

www.savagesoaps.com

Comment by anna1liese on December 17, 2013 at 5:43pm

… gentle rain ...

how it makes me smile ...

Dearest Art

I hold your hand

and stand with you

always .

I hope you know ...

Comment by Arthur James on December 17, 2013 at 7:18pm

`

I know that Life is brief . . .

There's lots I dare no share.

I'd share cold goat milk

with You IF You Here.

I have a small pecan

pie . . . It's out of

this world . . .

Transmigration of

invisible essences.

I go now and see

what's happening.

Hasta Luego (sp)

My espanol is

rusty. Buenos

Notches . . .

Comment by anna1liese on December 17, 2013 at 7:25pm

… cold goat milk … and gentle rain ...

what could possibly  ...

be more ...

Lovely night, Art … lovely … night ...

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