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~Moon & Sea~
Hey boy won't you open that door?
Lets talk and walk by shore.
Come and open your eyes.
Stop looking for reasons, and whys!
This world is more than a place to explore.
Don't hide when I ask.... plus more.
Stop playing a master in disguise!
Lets find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise.
Put your arms around me.
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea.
To much time is passing you by.
Come outside with and view the horizon up high.
I've got my eyes set upon you.
There's no need to feel blue.
Hey boy come and climb up this tree!
I'm gonna show you all the things you can't touch~you can't see.
Lets fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.
Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art.
I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.
Glide away from the blame of gravity and self destruct.
Bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.
Boy, lets hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end for someone else's weather.
Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose to your moon and explain the physics of my sea.
Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon is skin deep, needing water from me.
Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me.
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea.
Terror seizes you, and it isn't kind.
You try to go somewhere peaceful in your mind.
But the pain rips you right back to here and now.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of even saying "ow."
You try to be strong, but he tears from you, a scream.
Oh God, please let this be a terrible, terrible dream.
I thought he was supposed to be a friend of mine?
As the tears grow down my face like vine.
He tells me I wanted it, even though I screamed no.
He says my attitude and outfit told him so.
In the same breath, he threatens me never to tell.
If they ask why the tears, you better say you fell.
As I got out of the car he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.
He kissed my forehead and said Don't worry you'll be all right.
Just remember, if you open your mouth, no one will believe a dirty whore.
Now go inside before I take you for another ride and give you some more.
Into the house and straight into the shower.
I was in there for what felt like hours and hours.
My grandmother knew right from the start.
Please don't tell, it would break Daddy's heart.
Please, Grandma he's not worth Daddy going to jail.
For my sake and his, you can never, ever tell.
She kept her promise and never uttered a word.
At night, she told me, my cries she heard.
For six weeks I kept my secret and told not another soul.
For six weeks I sunk deeper and deeper into a hole.
Not until I heard that he raped a fourteen year old girl.
Knowing I could have prevented it, shattered my world.
I finally told my horror story to the cops and to my Dad.
I don't think I'd ever seen him so violently mad.
Mike was arrested, but in jail he would not stay.
He lived around the corner and we had to move away.
He got probation, but not for me, his word against mine.
I was sixteen, of legal age to consent, so for me he'd get no time.
His punishment, probation for only a couple of years.
Me and his other victim were left with our fears.
Would he find us and take revenge for what he said was a lie?
Would my father hunt him down, and go to prison for a rapist to die?
He got away, pretty much scot-free for his deplorable crime.
His victims were the ones who were serving the time.
This IS a true story, my story, but not my story alone. After 8 years and raping several
other women Mike was sentenced to 35 years in prison. As he pleaded his innocence, we were
all in some way vindicated. He never did a day for brutally raping me, NOT ONE DAMN DAY.
But he's doing plenty now. I hope he gets ALL that he deserves.
(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)
High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."
< Cascading lakes and streams
The loon stands out it seems
Minnesota's state bird
I know it must sound absurd
Adopted in nineteen sixty one
Wails and yodels heard under the sun
Black and white bearing red eyes
Wingspans five feet can make one cry
Body lengths up to three feet
Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat
They are high speed flyers
And great underwater divers
They can dive up to ninety feet
In pursuit of fish they want to eat
They are even on our license plates
An critical habitat drawn on metal slates
Twelve thousand of these unique birds
God that has to be a lot of turds
But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.
Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
Without these we would fall oh so far.
Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
As we are condemned, we are resolute.
We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom.
Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
While we give our thanks and recompense.
Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child,
Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.
Behold the sun of two thousand twelve go
It rose on January one with pomp and show
Like dethroned Presidents of many countries whose
National wealth decline and personal grow
Two thousand thirteen ushers in
On it the people and nations their hopes pin
One more promise one more hope
Spain and Greece will climb up the slope
Portugal will once more its glory regain
New York will not be devastated by rain
Rulers and kings will perform such feat
The year will poverty and hardship defeat
Taliban and Al-Qaida will meet their doom
On the heads of Syrians death won’t loom
Deprivation and misery will rule no more
Greed and lust will see the door
Religious intolerance would be words unknown
Skies won’t see the flight of drone
Kashmiris and Palestinian’s plight will end
People would rally and freedom defend
Victory of justice protection of rights
Lust harnessed that misery invites
Human souls saved from hunger, disease
World will witness life expectancy increase
This will prove a different year
Hearts will know no tyrant’s fear
I have come to bring pain, fear and strife
To consume you with worry and not enjoy your life
Fill you with past regrets and mistakes
so that i will win the battle and make sure your heart breaks
I want to ensure you suffer constantly
not trusting the one above, the one who made me
Your life will be filled with constant sorrow
so that i don't have to worry about you living tomorrow
The hate and the fury I make you feel
Its just a joke, its for fun
It isn't real
I want you to be heavy burdened
and allow the plans God has to be deserted
You have to understand I don't care about you
All I want is your soul and make you feel blue
So take this letter and understand why
my plans for you are not high
Cling to me and I will give you everything you wanted
But dont complain when your disappointed
Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade
Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced
Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow
Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze
The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.
As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.
Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.
Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.
Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.
Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.
Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.
Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.
As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.
Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.