When winters sub-zero arrives !!!!
Attention Homeless !!!
For your survival !!!
For you, who have
been forced – by the hand of fate,
by circumstances
beyond your control or by your choice
to live in the
arms of Mother Nature, the shelter of a derelict house
- no longer a home
– or some abandoned building on the fringes.
Come winters
coldest dance ( minus six degrees Celsius )
you will be able
to find warmth, comfort, shelter and compassion
from the harsher elements
of winters by attending
Our Lady of Fatima’s
– Knights of Columbus Hall,
located at the
corner of Shaughnessy and Fraser in PO CO .
A notice will be
posted on the door of Share’s Food Bank,
Trinity United
Church 2215 Prairie Avenue Port Coquitlam
when this shelter
will be provided for your benefit.
Please pass the
word along to those you know
whom we may not
reach through our network.
Prepared
for winter of 2004
by
B. J. “A” 2
May
24th 2014
Last Will and Testament
I think ?, I have
known all along
that one day, you
would be gone,
as the days – for me
– where few,
not much left –
for me – from you.
Everything I have
said - you have read.
there is not a
word - you have not heard,
and so my dear,
what is there left for me to say
to squelch the
fear, in some compassionate way ?
Brighten up – for you
and me – this sad, sad day.
The days we have
known, now come to an end.
count upon you ?,
will not know, can not call friend.
As you depart,
step from my Probe, silver gray,
on your way into
the light of a brand new day.
My soul sits
silent – not a word – nothing more to say
for it all was –
had been said – about the way
in which you left
me, many times before, and that day.
Silence, it
appears, is to be my fate,
darkened corridors,
nothing you state
to enlighten –
closure, none – no clean slate
as you move on,
behind you, lock the gate.
I leave to L. B. - silence – I bequeath, to
her, freedom.
Freedom from me,
my presence, my thoughts, my feelings.
Freedom from my
words, my prose and poetry of enlightenment,
enlightenments
twisted by the prisons, the prisms of her mind
that have
prevented her from enjoying, - with a clear conscious.
This I understand,
for I know the life she has chosen in the light of
her nurturing, her
nature and how they have come together
to create the
heart and soul of this troubled young lady.
I bequeath to Linda, my acceptance, ( disappointing
and heartbreaking
as this may be ),
and my forgiveness ( for all ) for her termination
( in silent
avoidance ) of our ?, friendship.
I leave to L. B. my heartfelt, best wishes
for her new freedom ?, to enjoy
the relationship
she has been cultivating for some time and for the
adventures that
may come her way, as I, in specks, in slivers, in flakes,
flakes of fading
light that vanish from sight as the wind changes
and I become not
but a distant, fading memory, lost,
behind the steel
doors of those dark corridors in her memories hoard .
Signed this 29th day, in
the of our lord, 2004
Wm. J. Atfield Jr.
B. J. “A” 2
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