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Pass the Light House

~ CALYPSO ~

Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso, enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to;
--Sunsets of the secret sea. 
Mysterious-- many precious places to go, 
Calypso -free flowing, floating legend! 
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea 
Whisper, Calypso come for me! 
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me! 

Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view 
Visionary Vessel above liquid level, 
as divine in spirits she sails. 
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name 
Aquatic of belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's 
For all eternity-------------------------

by;pd


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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


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The Good Disappear

Somedays there are no

words to ward off grief

I really tried.Maybe

I got caught up maybe

I ignored the signs.

Sign's saying

"you needed a relief ".

Maybe I was reading your eyes

wrong- or maybe your

lips could not say the words...

Maybe your thoughts could

not form from the lack.

When all the good people 

disappear and are gone back.

First they come for your mind-

prepaid trip -one way-

no memories permitted.

The grid is weak-and about

to break,leaving on earth

all the wicked - with no ticket.

Like Cops in groups who beat,

kick and mame

the humane.

Sleep well without shame.

Maybe ole' negroes will be

moaning and singing  

PLANTATION SONGS again,

AS They wait for the

" good news"

to be texted to them

on their cell phones.

As we lose our homes.

And wear fake furs

to keep warm.

We duck pot holes;

Exciting the thieves;

Thieves lusting for my

coat and my boots

Elders facing the youth;

Youth who feel nothing, 

but hunger pangs

We were all good;

Us" truthful" The good

gotta go somewhere too.

SEEMS LIKE EARTH

Is no

LONGER OUR TURF

No-one told us  what

we were coming 

here to do.

nor WILL they tell us

when it is our time  to leave...

when were through

NO ! We will not know 

when we're leaving or how.

"WHAT IS THIS

WORLD COMING TO"...

GRAMMA USE TO SAY:

WHAT WOULD SHE SAY

NOW ?

IF SHE HAD TO STAY.

Like a thief and a robber in the night 

death will take the innocent;

and leave the wicked ones behind

The plan...take  all the money,

build more prisons.

Work them for free,then kill them.

not even the little PLEASURES

 left, like sex -food-n play.

"WHAT IS THIS

WORLD COMING TO"...

Gramma USE TO SAY.

WHAT WOULD SHE

SAY NOW IF SHE HAD TO STAY?

YOU SEE EARTHQUAKES-FRACKING-

NUCLEAR LEAKS cracking,

- GMO FOODS-

PRIVATIZED PRISONS-

WICKED TORTURE OF CITIZENS.

right here on GOD'S EARTH.

MONSANTO SUING

FARMERS OVER SEEDS-

NO LONGER ARE CONCERNED

WITH OUR NEEDS.

GMO FOODS- THE SELLING OF

OUR FRESH WATER TO CHINA-  

U.S.A OWES CHINA LOTS A MONEY-

DETROIT CLOSED DOWN-

KILLING BLACK CHILDREN  

SHOOTING THEM DOWN-

GETTING RID OF

the underprivileged.

Only the wicked

ones are left behind   

The good-They die 

young,or stay only TO

watchguard over their young. .

when sick we no longer have

Much desire to get well.

BECAUSE THESE WICKED

HEATHENS

Has made earth for us,

A LIVING HELL.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Real Talk

It’s not all what you think,
It’s a lot to sink in,
Gratitude doesn’t shrink,
Or tell where to begin,
Levitate and meditate,
Scripture captured; saved,
What some call love-is hate,
Imprinted, engraved,
As the heart speaks,
Meek but bold,
Some of me leaks,
For the views hold,
Lost treasure map,
Passion to care,
Body trap,
Real talk; dare,
Times on the clock,
Out of respect,
If you don’t walk-the-walk,
What’s to expect?
The movements left,
Right under me,
Stolen; theft,
Ridicules see,
Justice printed,
Judgmental flame,
Fundamentals hinted,
Inside ones name.


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Two Feet In

Clinching my fists together,
I realize an emotion is driven,
How to get through,
The pain that has been given,
The paths are bright,
Only seeing so far into each,
The rest is out of sight,
My choice on which will teach,
Teach me like a young child,
Growing into an adult,
My ways are mild,
The hand says stop; halt,
Is that where you want,
To direct the heart,
Deep thoughts haunt,
The streets start to part.
It’s a decision for now,
In the future we’ll see,
In with two feet; plow,
Plow the other lane-no longer to be.
I chose right,
Wrongs may come across,
Darkness comes every night,
But I stand up like a boss.
I’m the boss of my journey,
Which way to head next,
Points given; attorney,
With two feet I’ll use respects.

Choose which way will benefit-but always know there’s darkness in every path, so stand with TWO feet.


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Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


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Earth

When I was born,
From beyond the darkness of a thaught,
A small seed planted abruptly,
Granted the will to breathe
The will to leave behind the perceived,
Granted we are, the will to be free.
We chose a life here on Earth
A new birth...
New eyes, a new mind...
Feet to walk upon the ground.
From beyond the darkness
The will to exist ignited creation
And in one breath, one sound..
One profound movement..
We opened our eyes.
Where did we come from?
From beyond the darkness, who braught us here?
There is fear in our philosophies,
our science,
Our religion,
Many thruths told through tears
But simply, dear, out of magic...
We are here.
Earth, she breathes
And our breath she breaths,
Our seeds planted amongst the trees.
We know in our hearts,
The same beat,
The same sound that opened our eyes
Our connection to Earth is our energy
Alive, living now.
She is beyond our sphere,
Beyond the stars,
Beyond all the heavens universe can surmise.
What a wonder she is,
Creation creating itself..
How it cracks through spaces,
Vibrates through matter
Shattering the very matter it creates
And out of that chaos...
Comes our most precious gift..
The will to choose,
 to paint,
to create
A whole life awaits.
Through our heart's beat
Through our one united sound
Earth and us...
We are bound.
We move together
We move through each other
We move within the  essence of our mother.
She is the love that granted us will...
Do we will to grant her love.


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The Last Journey

The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes it went intrepid through mysterious tunnels,
Sometimes it thundererd over wide canals ,
Sometimes the journey resembled repose-
When it over the plains tip-toed.

Inside the mail beside an open door -
Sat a lass on the uncombed floor;
Dressed as she was most slovenly ,
Left was she in such a fate by all and sundry.

Suddenly a voice of her rang through the air,
Towards a person who was a tea vendor,
Give me some tea -she tried to speak aloud -
Offering a coin of twenty five paise again did she shout.

The venndor passrd unheared, 
His phony maners pricked my heart; 
She sat and seemed to muse - 
That she offered money and still was refused.

The motley of passengers,to help her--
All at heart were willing;
But it could be below thier dignity,
Of what were they fearing.

Then a person rose and like a foreman,
He did lend his helping hand;
Some read for her did he buy-
But when he want to her,to this nice guy,
And to this nasty world she haealready bade her last bye.

The mail seemed to run faster,
To carry the pure soul to her home's corner;
But, where will it find her destination?
When with her carrier only she had her home's relation.

Outside in the sea of darkness,many a dazzle blinked -
But for this poor lass the light of life forever did shrink,
Did this mean to a new light was she exposed?
And,did to hersoul the mysterious eternal dark disclose?