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Details | Epic | |

The Father Wants His Children Home

I died for all the nations, because I came to die
The father wants his children home again; in case you wonder why
Because of what the first Adam did, I, the last Adam had to come
Not just to save you from your sins but to make sure the Father's will is done
The Father wants his children home again, in case you wonder why
I  came in the flesh, born to a woman and dwelt among you; just to die
And now all you appreciate is the day that you think I was born
Not reverencing that it was for you that I was beaten and my flesh torn
I love you so much that I paid the price, that you, yourself could not pay
I laid down my life before mortal men that you may live to say...
The Father sent his only son to die upon a cross
That I may make it home one day and my mortal soul be not lost.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Epic | |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Details | Verse | |

I Don't Hate America

I Don’t Hate America

I like the country I live in
That doesn’t mean I have to sing their songs
to prove that sh@!.
That doesn't mean that 
I can just can’t get over the fact that
they murdered the people who built it
 
America was dedicated to a proposition that
“all men are created equal, except
for women, indians and blacks

The white men were just fine is what we were told 
but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD?
The ones that were thrown overboard and
those who died from sickness while in transport

Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left
and people like Thomas Jefferson
He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death
What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged,  
All while screaming “Nigger" What’s your new name?
Oh how soon do we forget…
That’s why I despise that word and
I don’t care who it is that uses it
#u$k that slavery sh@!
And #u$k that flag b@%ch!
#u$k you America because you’ve always made things hard .
So don’t look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free
more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see

I don’t’ hate America
I can be and do and go as I please
But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease 
They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis 
Please! 

I remember the natives of this land
They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land 

I remember the Civil War 
where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line
The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives
 
I don’t hate America
This is my home 
But I refuse to let the things that 
my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten
It’s 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote 
It’s the same shit, but now they just don’t use the noose to choke the life out of souls  
I’m so tired of the constitution and it’s loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws
This just proves that man can’t govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper
I don’t hate America
I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance
I pledge my allegiance to God 
and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans 


Details | Ballad | |

NO MAN STANDS ALONE - The Ballad of Barney Ross

CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the age of fourteen 
he had a dream
to become a rabbi 
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to rob the family store
his brothers and sisters were sent away
to an orphanage where they would stay
and though his faith was blown away
he vowed to bring them home someday

To God and man revenge he swore
he walked with gamblers, 
hoods and whores
he fit right in 
then on a whim
he walked into a boxing gym
he fought Canzoneri in ‘33
for the lightweight title victory
he made up with God 
and finally
he could reclaim his family

Those McLarnon fights 
were the stuff of lore
the only man 
to ever put him on the floor
he won two out of three, 
then in the Armstrong bout
he nearly died 
but was never knocked out
then in 1941
the Japanese pulled a sneaky one
so he joined the marines 
and he got a gun
and he sailed into the rising sun

On Guadalcanal, 
he fought so brave
overmatched like old King Dave
he put twenty attackers 
in an early grave
for the one marine 
whose life he saved
in a hospital bed 
for months and days
they kept him in a morphine haze
then sent him home 
strung out and beat
to the pushers on the mean, mean street

Hollywood was very keen
to put his story on the silver screen
but they focused on the drug abuse
he tried to sue 
but what’s the use?
Barney Ross was brave and strong
they couldn’t keep him down for long
his rabbi said that he must try
to be a model Jew in the public eye

but from the public eye he slipped
like a phantom radar blip
they say he hunted Nazi criminals
and he ran some guns to Israel

Barney Ross was brave and strong
I thought that he deserved a song
he did some bad
he did some good
and he saved the world
the best he could


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | ABC | |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


Details | Verse | |

Young Fool -To my Father

YOUNG FOOL.

Weren’t you the silly and stubborn young man who came to the land of the Free
and home of the Brave to work for free, starve and get no sleep? How dare you change 
paradise for this?

Once the night fell you got on a tiny boat with a thousand others breaking your mother’s 
heart and making the toughest man on earth cry, your father.

Oh you silly young man... smart, handsome, talented, and humble of only 23 decided to 
risk it all. You had it better than most back home, yet you needed more. You needed to 
set foot on the land of “Once upon a time.”

Days went by, weeks and maybe months, desperation came closer and the toughest 
broke down, the braves returned back home to make it there as if it was meant to be like 
that and the fool like you continued. Even though everything seemed to be endless, you, 
I guess, you trusted God or were too blind folded by your desires that you didn’t back up.

Tierra! (Land!) Was screamed in desperation as a sign of relieve. Tierra! Columbus and his 
men would’ve been ashamed of their cry announcing that they had reached land if they 
would’ve heard you and your companions.

OH, you silly old man, still don’t own a home. Yet, feel that you have accomplished all. 
Like a sleepy baby you got through the days. You made it through with hands that had a 
mind of their own, fixing things, painting, and doing things that still amaze us all.

But you, you didn’t come here for the home, the car of the year, or the Bling Bling but for 
the future of two little girls. Foolishness, ignorance and desire taught you to be the best 
man to walk the surface of the earth, to be tough, to be brave like a soldier and to stay 
humble all the way!

I love you Dad.




Details | Limerick | |

Umbrella

I had a great job
I had a pretty girl
I was moving up 
Slowly in this world

Had a good position
In the factory
And was working 
For a very good salary

Then comes the war
And things got tough
They close the factory
And at home it got rough

I thought that her love
Was my umbrella 
And when there’s bad weather 
In her arms I would shelter

And umbrella can do a lot
When you are in the rain
It can keep you dry
Until the sun comes out again

For me it seems like hard times
Had just began to pour 
And my pretty umbrella 
Had holes I never seen before

The fancy dinners we had
Now become burger king
And I guess she never love me
Just the gifts I would bring

And I brought home a pizza
And she didn’t take a slice
And when I try to hug her
Her arms were cold as ice

One day she went out
And she never came back
And when I look in the closet
She took every last rack

But what can I do
Sure I’m not the only one
Who lost their job?
And their woman was gone

Always know I had an umbrella
Now I don’t know what to say
When comes the rain
She just up an flew away

But I know the time will change
And so will the weather
And one day there will be some one
Who wants me to be their umbrella?


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.


Details | Rhyme | |

Gone Fishing Part One

They launched at dawn, Jim and his mate,
both men unaware of their mutual fate.
The boat was small, the sea was calm,
and neither of them foresaw any harm.

This was something both had done,
at the rising of the sun
on many, many previous days,
they'd sailed out into the haze.

This time it seemed just the same,
the weather was mild, the wind was tame,
though neither of these good friends could know,
just how this trip was destined to go.

Before they left home they checked the weather,
the forecast was fine, and they laughed together,
because today was perfect for their trip,
so they headed down to the launching slip.

At last they were headed out to sea,
for this much anticipated fishing spree,
all bait and tackle at the ready,
their progress out at first was steady.

About six miles out from their home port,
lies a mark from which they had caught,
a lot of fish, over lots of years,
but back on shore there would soon be tears.

At three miles out, suddenly,
a thick mist rolled across the sea,
and rapidly they were so fogbound,
that they feared they would never be found.

Their boat was fine in sight of land,
but lost in fog, they'd never planned,
for such an eventuality,
blind with no compass, miles out at sea.


Details | Epic | |

OUR HOPE

the riverbanks
Lies our treasures
Our hope and fears
Explored in exploitation
People hurting people

We thought  the europeans
Our only plights
We feared but hated them
In our innocent ignorance,
Of what we learnt at a glance
they battered  and stole our sleep
With guns

But years after they are  gone
Our lives has been worse 
and no one cares
How we fare
Because you don't hear us cry
Like it's in syria
Hmmm!
Yet worst things are done behind scenes.

Our moments of joy?
That we share with  the sky
When no one hears them
Playing kids on weekend days
Bombed into ripples
And sunday worshippers turned to ashes
For God to take control

Heaven must be full by now
With my black brothers
In plenty numbers  
Yet in our hearts
Lies the hope
As we we go close
To our hundreth year
Of self reign.


Details | Lyric | |

Man with sorrow

A risky side
A twisted mind 
He's a man with sorrow 
He's a man on his own
I know your secrets
I see you losing control

I want you back
Oh I want you back home
*Chorus*:
To kill your sore
To purify your soul 
But not a glimmer of hope
And not a glimmer of joy
 

You walk with a frozen heart
Making it hard for me 
To leave you alone 
 
Your nonsensical twist
Makes me shiver inside 
 
The more mysterious he gets
The more attractive it gets 
 
Chorus:
But not a glimmer of hope
Not a glimmer of joy 
(2x) 
 
Your fatal deadly thoughts
Make me scream for more
 
I can never show, how much my love
For you was strong 
But you're the one I blame
 
I'm craving on saving you
So I can slay you on my own
 
I try to forget,
But I find myself with regrets 
 
You looked at me and said it straight
With no circles to spin
Baby turning the page,
Will lead us nowhere...
 
But not a glimmer of hope 
Nor a glimmer of joy 
I know your secrets 
I see losing control 
You're the one I blame
You're the one I crave.

**please feel free to correct and comment! :) ** MS-


Details | Epic | |

The Pirate and the Princess

Alas morning has come, 
the treacherous storm has passed
Anticipation heightens my senses as the wind swirls past, 
The essence of musk engulfs me;
Replacing the aroma of sea salt that once filled the misty air
I am assured that my beloved pirate is homeward bound

Perched upon my lighted tower
I gaze out across the horizon, waiting, hoping 
For that first glimpse of the storm tattered sails 
That adorn the vessel that had denied me that which makes me whole

Although the competition that vies for the heart of the Pirate may be grandiose,
There can be only one victor!

I cachinnate at your feeble attempt
To match wits with my poetic prose
Step aside Oh witch of the sea
And wipe the gull crap from your nose

Tis my beauty and grace that will prevail
I am the picture in his mind
You are just a barnacle
Hideous and unrefined

I pity you and your reckless dreams
Of captivating the Pirates heart
For no wretched wench of the sea
Could ever keep us apart

A Pirate does not long for
Raunchy harlots dressed in rags
Courtesans with damaged goods
Or withered old sea hags

Nor is it a rotund woman 
Paunchy and robust
That titillates his senses 
Filling his loin with lust

It is I dressed in fine linen
Pink orchids in my hair
The scent of passion I emanate
Will be more than he can bear

So step aside young peasant girls
Watch and whimper in despair
As he chooses the lovely Princess
Both voluptuous and fair

Your songs are inchoate and crude
Like the Sirens fatal call
I sing my celestial serenade
Your harm it will forestall

(Song of the Princess)

For I am your ardent Mariner
Manning the beacon that lights your way
Pacing the gallery day and night
From my post I will not stray

Time has yet to diminish
The taste you left behind
That gentle kiss that bid farewell
Remains within my mind

The vacuity induced by your absence
Has been replaced with a burning desire
To settle myself upon your manly hood
And extinguish the sensual fire 

I touch my fingers to my lips
Then place them at my heart
A tear descends down my cheek
Creating the waters that keep us apart

In desperation I call to Poseidon
Great God of the sea
Hear my prayers, feel my pain
Bring my pirate back to me 

Please hurry home sweet Captain 
Oh pirate of the sea
Hurry home to the one you love
Well all know that ‘s me!

To all the strumpets that compete
It's time that we retrench
Save your hearts and walk away
He’ll chose the Princess not the wench


Details | Epic | |

I will seduce you into fear


I will destroy you
I will torture you in anyway I can 
I will find a way to defile you
I will break you for what you did to me
I will turn you old and gray from emotional stress everyday
I will never let you rest
I will drive a wedge between your illegitimate marriage
I will take from you what you denied me 

And all of this because you believed every lie that was told to you about me
You Harlot…

I will destroy your life in the same way your sister destroyed ours
By making you remember
I know you search to see what I have written. You should be happy you’ve inspired me to 
relive all my pain

You took every ounce of love that I had for you and through it all away

You denied me a happiness that could have healed me and spawned much delight
Instead you are left with being attacked by a memory created by your sister’s lustful nights. 

Mark my words you will suffer my pain
Nothing you can say.. No words of compassion will ever stop me from haunting your life

Remember this my sweet little saint one day your so called husband will see a ghost
And on that day he will come home refrained, he will come home one quarter less a man 
than the half that he is today. 

Be very afraid…… 


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Rhyme | |

heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Light Poetry | |

Trolls And Bridges

A few of my basement Trolls wanted to go out, into the outside world.
And it would be an unkindness, if I kept them from giving it a twirl.
Still, they would need a job, you know, to fit their unusual makeup. 
So, I sorted thru the myths, where the subject of bridges kept coming up.

The idea brought several running to build a bridge over our backyard stream.
Trolls are hard to fathom, but Low and behold, we’d found the perfect thing!
A bridge, dam, waterfall, and cave, all made out of rock, such a beautiful touch!
I promptly stocked the pond with fish. And got ready to show it all off.

But, my Troll friends had already found a home, and had fishing poles in hand.
Now, to step anywhere near the pond, a shiny bauble token must be found.
They didn’t get a job, exactly, but, yes, for them a better home was made.
The neighbors all wanted to employ them to build one, so beautifully arrayed.

That is, until they found the Trolls would make it their home and charge tolls.
In the end, I didn’t lose my buddies; a few just moved outside, so very bold.
For a few baubles and extra treats, some really great parties were often held.
In fact, they built a big barbecue pit, and cook my dinner every night, as well.

How did I bring forth this great accomplishment, you might ask?
You see, their home is on my land and that’s the token, I choose to demand. 
We arranged: that my family pays no tokens, and nightly my dinner is on hand…
Ready to eat, but I’ll supply the fixings for them, too, that will be my treat.

I’m happy to say, they did go into the world, that day, in their own way.
And every body’s animals are safe as I supply what’s on the buffet.
And let it be known, I offered to pay them for all the great work they did.
But Trolls being Trolls, they wanted to eat dinner with us instead.  :)


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little johnathan

My name is little Jonathan, I am old 4 years old 

My daddy never loved me; my mummy’s hugs are cold 

My sister is always screaming, she sometimes don’t come home 

When mummy and daddy both go out, I’m left here on my own 

My name is little Jonathan, I’m 7 years old today

My skin has purple blotches, that won’t go away

Daddy is always angry; he comes home late at night

I hear mummy and daddy rowing, that then turns to a fight 

My name is little Jonathan and now I’m almost eight

My body is so scrawny, because I haven’t ate

The kids at school make fun of me, because of my dirty clothes 

I’m use to taking the punches now; I’m use to blocking the blows

My name is little Jonathan, and soon I will be nine

A lady came to my school one day and said it will be fine

I do not live with mummy now, I live with someone new

I have some really lovely clothes, my body’s better too

I’m told what mummy and daddy done, was wrong, Thiers no excuse

A child cannot defend themselves, defend themself from child abuse


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The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


Details | Free verse | |

where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Alive

I spent the last five years living in her shadow so young, beautiful, and intelligent and everyday he let me know what I was not I did not do the things he liked, and we had nothing in common she was the best he ever had, and I was just like death to him I had his children I raised them by myself, still not good enough His house was spotless, his children neatly dressed I became a chef and interior decorator even went to school, just to be his best it wasn't enough I would never be good enough Then she died her hair red to hurt me 20 something and now calling herself Red and every single site I went she was there To let me know how things were going to fair my back broken and my neck along with his constant threats I did this and I did that yet I never left the house Soon he built a fence and pad locked it I was not leaving now there she was killing my pets escaping arrest and yet he loved her a college degree she was brilliant in math, not me I went through his hell and my own personal jail I had it from all sides and I felt like I was going mad, broken I cried I did and everyday I tried to move on from it all All the stuff sent to me signed, love his Red I got to where it felt like this horrible dream so I left and moved back home in the night with my kids I left him I left her I left them and the red left herself I came home at 1 am with my daughter the lights came on and with the furniture gone I was shocked Had I been treated like this had I endured it all for her someone teasing me with my own traits of personality not very original but he promised to get help and he did Soon he saw what the truth was and he let her go but today I thought of her as I held his frail hand how bad I was in bed and ignorant he said he felt Soon I did see myself as the angel who fell from heaven to hell no one cared no one would care enough just to say how are you not him not her not a single human being but my children I heard his hate screaming at me and others yelling loudly trying to hold onto my sanity going to the chapel every single Sunday yet all I got was the most horrible things done and said I finally felt as if... You love her go to her and be happy I will buy the hair color and give her style pointers a better push up bra for her youthful looks but God please help me Just once not care enough to say GO TO HELL I was the one in hell alive
Just venting or ranting with no edit sorry. lol


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Prophecy of the Possessed: Finale

You can't release! I'm too far in! Keep your hate! Keep your sin! My goal is so close! I cannot 
fail! My power is weak! My form is so frail! The darkness assumes direct control! Of hated 
lives, of darkened souls! Keep me mortal! Cling to strength! Give out your hand! There's not 
much length, between the power you seek! Your actions fail! You are so weak! This void 
that takes me back to Hell, will bring you too! In home you'll dwell...

Foolish demon, you cannot tell? That I was already dead as well? My true desire was to 
reach this Hell, so that I may confine you in this cell. I shall cleanse this world so unpure, in 
these hands I hold the cure. That's right you disease, get down on your knees and soon you 
will see what has come to be. This world filled with greed with no one to feed, it has been 
agreed, that Hell is the seed. What we are growing, I bet you'd love knowing... But for now 
let's just say, you've got Hell to pay... so don't even bother... oh and by the way... I 
brought you hot water, now you truly see what I mean, when I say I will clean you're body 
so tainted, and with these hands I have painted... a new home for mankind, a home so 
divine, and I am so delighted... but sorry you weren't invited.

*The Monk soon cleansed Hell of all impurities, sending Satan and all demons to another 
realm and making more room for the innocent to prosper, where Satans and his demons 
evacuated to... remains unknown, but we wait wondering, have we fulfilled the Prophecy of 
the Possessed?*


Details | Light Poetry | |

White Lighting Moonshine

White Lighting Moonshine

drinking 160 proof white lighting moonshine
by the light of the silvery moon
the evening breeze moving through the oak trees
makes me happy
in the Shenandoah Valley 

the firelight flickering bright
as my friends and I 
tell stories some are true some are a lie
but by and by we enjoy
the way our lives unfolded 
in the Shenandoah Valley

we were born and raised here
and here we will die
never been very far away 
no good reason to we love it here
in the Shenandoah Valley

we play our guitars and fiddles 
singing songs of life and lost loves 
as we drink our 160 proof white lighting moonshine
by the light of the silvery moon
in the Shenandoah Valley

Dennis Davis


Details | Epic | |

A RECALL

A RECALL
On that vale of thorn
Abreast we ambled.
Un-frazzled, to the hawthorn
We held.
Though a twinge we felt the 
Haw we sought, and heyday we
Dreamed of.
Out of vague future luminous dreams
We hewed.
Though nadir soared, and hope in the
Depth of sea of dark fate brawled to emerge,
But with verve cocooned in glaring dreams,
Firmly on the path to heyday by grass of murk
Overgrown we trod.

On the base of that 
Mount of haze for light
We groped.
Undaunted by the baleful eyes of
Haze, stoic steps we made, isle of heyday
Bound un-petrified.
Though by gale of futility like a chaff buffeted,
And sullenness our dreams enshrouded, but
The shadow of vagueness to mettle must falter,
For a bright dawn it heralds when the night
Dour becomes.

On an oasis,
In solitary now I walk,
Under a leafy bough, in
Sobriety now I sit mount of haze
Now humbled, gale of futility now serene
And the isle of heyday now my haven.

But mortality,
My mirth with it’s ravenous
Canine impaired, and everyday as the
Sun rises for a glimpse of your face in
Solitariness I yearn.
But in delusion I bask, for gone, gone
Eternally you are and your apparition in
My psyche etched, only left for my
Companion to be.

But home truth
I must not evade,
Home time for you it was,
For home sick you said you were
Held in the paw of death, torn by the
Lethal canine of death, in the gizzard of
Death you eroded.
From dust you came.
To dust you returned.
For you, in deluge of tears I swim.
Goodbye, sweet companion.


Details | Free verse | |

journey of the lonely spirit

On a nameless moment in the vast expanse of endless time,
Something moved, and from the cacophony of chaos emerged a rhyme.
Thus began an epic journey of the spirit, of the unknown,
The seed of this universe, and many others, dormant, within, unsown.
Locked in the unfathomable depths of its heart were, stories,
No one could tell..Of places, even the imagination of man cannot dream of, under a creative spell
        The spirit , untouched by the heat, cold, pleasure or pain,
Unblemished by the sun and unwetted by the rain.
Devoid of any shape or form any eye can see,
In a dream called nature, lying in wait, as sublime could be.
 Journeyed across many planes, across ripples that make thoughts
Taking shape slowly, like iron on an anvil, blow by blow , when hot.
Found at last a dwelling place, like a star would for itself, in the sky,
A cradle, a home an identity, the awareness of I
Hiding in the deepest core of every living being,
Very subtle, oh, invisible , yet pervading every thing.
Giving  all the gift of life, the blessing to survive
Thus arrived a new pawn on the celestial game board,
A creation that called itself 'me'..
On the illusive smoke screen that  life is, who thought it can see.
 Not just see, but, understand, own, belong and hold,
 The power to control, to create, the power of sharp edge, and the power of gold.
Like the wisdom is to the wise, in its nature of the flame to rise..
Began yet another journey, destination unknown..
Up wards, light wards, seeking what needed be sought..
 Through the darkness of ignorance, storms and whirlwinds of unsurety
Towards the maker , proceeded the made, stumbling struggling, tired, way-laid.
 Through the thick haze of passions,
Through the crooked maze of aspirations,
Fighting, a desperate battle to save its sanity, 
Bound and helpless like all ordinary humanity.
Clamoring for peace, seeking a place to call home and rest its weary head,
A place with the warmth of a mothers love,  place in which to be remembered when forgotten and dead.
On a path with no name, and no known end in sight.
Then.On a rare moment of celestial favor , to the tune of serenity and divine grace,
The realization finally dawned, like a smile on a  troubled face.
The goal was reached, then again..
 Silence.. The end of a million tales, the fruits of patience and perseverance.
Knowledge ,peace, bliss pure and plain..
  With the journey, ended the quest,
 Satisfaction of a life well spent, a soul put to rest.
 
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Odysseus How?

Over three thousand-five hundred years ago
There was a story that was always told
How a man fought wars and defeated foes
And traveled for twenty years. How strong, how bold?
 
Many miles that hero went
Going to Troy and the Aegean Sea
Sleeping in hulls of ships and war tents
Fighting by Achilles. How scared were thee?
 
He tested the gods like Apollo and Poseidon
He only wanted a voyage home again
But the sun-god’s heat, the sea-god’s triton
Made it hard for him. How to win?
 
He built a mighty Trojan Horse
And put thick wax on his ears
The journey was long and coarse
It cost many friends. How many tears?
 
He returned home with happiness hidden
Only recognized by man’s best friend
And his wife blocked suitors and had them forbidden
He returned to his wife. How did it end?


Details | Lyric | |

And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free

				AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} 
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
  


Details | Epic | |

Dawn See's Everything


Dusk to Dawn the battle goes on, ,
Wars have gone on in rage for centuries.
 Fighting off fatigue, suffering & disease 
 When at War all that's adverse is the enemy;  
 No heroes coming home, the only heroes that our 
known, their corpses are going home in a body bag.
On this battlefield good men died,  at home
women cried and wondered what went wrong.
With courage in our hearts and never quit for a song
We fought hard and at times fought very long.
Stuck in this hole face to face with the enemy
fighting with all that's, left inside me.
I'll be damned if I'm not going home this time around.
On these killing field's we dwell, Stuck in this playground known as Hell, it's not our choice, this isn't
where we want to be.
Come morning well be gone, as the battle rages on
By dawn,  we'll  have seen everything...


Details | Epic | |

YouTube

YouTube.com is the best home movie website all users have ever visited. this website is as
the same as the episode of "America's Funniest Home Videos." For when these people want to
post their own videos on YouTube.com, they should connect their camcorders/video cameras
to their computers and upload the videos on there. For instance, he or she can talk about
music, politics, activism, homosexuality, anything that's on his or her mind. But if not,
all YouTube users can watch their favorite TV show that's no longer on the air (Kenan &
Kel, e.g.), watch music videos created by their favorite artists like Fefe Dobson, Nicki
Minaj, and other artists possible, or whatever. It's a good thing that YouTube.com is
allowing the whole nation and the rest of the world to share their real opinions,
especially when they really want to talk about politics or whatever. I find YouTube.com
very, very interesting. And when he or she is on YouTube.com on a somewhat daily basis,
it's like a short film festival in a California town called Fresno and a Utah town called
St. George. It's about time that everybody were to post their own videos on YouTube.com.
If anyone can post their own videos on YouTube.com and finally express themselves without
ever holding anything back, so can I. There's no fear of coming out to the whole world or
whatever. And what's so great about YouTube is that everyone is able to see their favorite
game shows that have or had aired on TV over the years, that includes "Wheel of fortune"
and "Jeopardy!". And if YouTube.com were to stay on the Internet roster, even before the
year 2026 arrives, there's no telling what great thing will happen next. We all love
YouTube.com.


Details | Epic | |

Her Savior, Her Hero

3/12/05



It was told to me that the last vision of my beloved sister Joan Michelle, 
Was her standing in the window of our family home being reassured that it was alright to
jump into the arms of a hero.
Instead, as the hero cried out and pleaded for her to jump, Joan responded, “I can’t-I
can’t”, and than she moved out of plain view.

I pondered with this version of her last words and actions, and could not fathom any of
this knowing the strong will, but meek nature that she carried.
This made for me to have some restless days and sleepless nights, but one day as I was
talking to my Lord and Savior, asking Him for some type of peace with what had happened,
He gave me His vision that I must share with you, 

Right before my eyes he aloud for me to see my sister standing in that window with the
most calming ora that I had ever seen in her, in her lifetime.
I could see the hero had already rescued one and was desperately trying to rescue Joan.
He stood with open arms crying  out “Jump-Jump”, I promise I’ll catch you. Instead she
turned away for a split second without moving from the window. There I could see her
talking to her Heavenly Father whom had been standing along side her. He told that it was
time, time for her to come home now. For a slight moment she turned, looked out of the
window, and than walked away.

I could hear Her Hero telling her: daughter it’s time to lay down, and go to sleep, just
like an earthly father would do with his child, and  Joan Michelle did just what her
Savior told her to do. Now she’s in the most high place, jumping into the arms of her
Heavenly Father “her Hero” as she said these words: 

LOOK AT ME, I HAVE BEEN SET FREE!!!!!!              


Details | Narrative | |

LAND OF THE FREE

It started at the harbor, The Harbor of Pearl,
When the Japanese shook up the White Man’s' world,
The bombing of the harbor brought tears to our eyes,
To see that the Japs took us by surprise,
This was our entry into the Big War,
The first time terrorism has touched our shore,
Since the British were seen the exit door,
In retribution to such a dastardly deed,
These slant-eyed people and all their seed,
Were gathered into camps, their property labeled Void!
The Island of Iwo Jima utterly destroyed,
We won the war at such an intemperate expense,
With Japanese Americans routed and fenced,
Stripped of their pride and dignity'
In the Home Of The Brave and The Land Of The Free...
Spoken in true Hypocrisy!
Our founding fathers built this land,
On the backs of the Slave and the eradication of the Redman,
ALL MEN ARE GREATED EQUAL, so it is written,
But when it was written, the Black and the Red, 
Were no more than a horse, cow, dog or kitten,
When finally realized and legalized as men,
The Civil War had come to an end,
When the North and the South reunited as one,
Separate but Unequal was the anthem now sung,
In the Home of the Brave and the Land Of The Free,
Sung in perfect Hypocrisy,
One vote, one White man is now the law of the land,
Enforced by virtues of the Klu Klux Klan,
Terror was the weapon used to destroy,
The spirit of the Injun and the nigger boy,
When the oppressed and the depressed rose above this Ill,
Freedom was the cry from doorstep to window sill,
I HAVE A DREAM, was the anthem to shout,
Equality For All is what America's about,
Freedom from illegal seizure and search,
Is now the law of the land,
Unless it affects the National worth,
And you're not a Caucasian man,
Profiling is the word they use today,
To route the Arabs in the same way, 
As the Cowboy herded his runaway stray,
In the land of the free and home of the brave...
HOME OF THE BRAVE, LAND OF THE FREE,
THIS IS THE WHITEMANS' HYPOCRISY! 



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So This Is How It Feels To Be Free

I really wish I were free from the clutches
You have put over me
You’ve got me bruised and choked and hurt
And covered my eyes so I can’t see.
I cannot show my abuse 
Or my longing for my freedom 
I wish I were sometimes all alone
Marching to the bat of my own drum.
I yearn for my times away from you
When I am out of your reach
Only then can I begin to relax
And breathe a sigh of relief.
I come home and go out to see you
And you always act so sweet
Then you turn when we’re alone
Into some sort of vicious beast.
You throw me up against the wall
And bang my head into the bricks
But I still come back to you every night
Because I’m brainwashed by your tricks.
You beat my arms and pull my hair
Leaving bruises no one can see
It makes me believe you aren’t in love
And that you only want to hurt me.
I can’t physically leave you
Because I am way too in love
But I do wish I weren’t being hurt
I want to instead be your treasure trove.
I’m trapped in a triangle
That I can’t even hope to leave
I stay and believe you’ll get better
For the old you,  I refuse to grieve.
But I decided it was too much
And slowly walked away
I pushed myself out of your grip
And quietly slipped away.
When you followed me later
Trying to force me in your car
I wised up and took off running
And home really wasn’t that far.
I saw you handcuffed and in the squad car
Being driven away from me
I walked away from your abuse forever
So this is how it feels to be free.


Details | Ballad | |

THE MOUNTAIN

Stone crops flash by me, 
blur of speed 

Flick of wing,turn of beak, 
the hunt is on 
for the prey I seek 

Spears of rock 
are my home 

This magnificent mountain 
strewn with scree 
capped by frost 
ringed by tree 

Rising high,it stands alone, 
granite buttresses 
keep it company 

Planes of rock make me twist and turn, 
complex flying I must learn 
to circumnavigate this world of stone 

Timeless unchanging mountain, 
my home in cool,crisp air 

Wind whispering, 
call me invitingly to the search 
for I am the Hawk of this mountain 

A mountain i know well 
for it is living breathing stone, 
my place ,my home 

Scent of pine  fills me 
as i scan for prey 
Blur of speed on rock 
endless scree 

My mountain,my home, 
this is no solitary life 
for I am not alone 

Weathered rock,clean air 
scent of green 
are my companions 
not always seen 

Spears  of stone reach for sky, 
turn of wing I fly by 
complex flying 
rock sighing 

This mountain stands alone , 
my hunting ground,my home 
strewn with scree, 
capped with frost, 
ringed by tree 


Details | Free verse | |

Urban Writing

An epitaph spoilt by an oxymoron; 
the journey of a twisted smile 
within a plastic face; 
a testimony of color sprayed in the subway, 
overgrown and wanting- city bound. 
My home base. 

Sanctioned by the night, 
steal from the darkness 
and luminous pathways 
within sweet, blinding light. 

Steal to the streets 
and recapture the home grounds. 
City spaces, i’m home bound. 
Where I long for a tomorrow 
but I can’t get through today. 
As the law enforces that we can’t spray 
on the walls, there bares our mark, 
from our covert, civic creed that hunts for open spaces 
to leave our memories in the dark. 

My people, my creed 
enchant the common faces 
with perilous and heroic statements. 
Counter action; we place these in all places. 

Testament to the memory 
that we will gaze at through our dreams, 
our people share the vision 
with all but only from conservative screams. 
Misunderstood so must be fearful. 
Washed away from the public 
but the images will be tagged 
forever, dragged 
down into the pits of our creation. 
Relived by spraying 
amongst the open spaces 
that alter from the changing tides 
of our mind. 

Glory to the architects 
whom compose the scriptures 
that will be sprayed away in due time. 
But will be avenged from the darkness 
as the city walls are a canvas 
of the reflections of our mind.