Barking dogs echo beyond the doors of the pitch black night.Mysteries of the anxious dark buried deep in the heart of villains playing rock and roll at the poker table, coughing and spitting, feasting and dining while maliciously mocking John the Baptist severed head. A fleet of fancy boats whose interiors were fashioned with gold crept upon the surface of the shores with glamorous lights all around them. Business men dressed in fine tailor made suits with ruffian body guard at their sides,delight themselves with fine whisky, puffing gigantic Cuban cigar while being entertained by pricy and sophisticated women whose ornament worth a million.I saw the entire night unfold in front of my eyes, the night whose blatant sins speaks to the heart and soul of the heartless and formidable town. A town whose lawlessness expands beyond the pyramid of time mesmerizing the weak, crusading in the streets, milking the hands of strangers and making bawdy deal with friends and partners. I sat up in my car seat and witnessed the mysteries of the privilege night searching the hearts of evil men trampling upon their own misery and laughing at their own fantasy. The night wrapped up with innocence made ugly by villains cruising beneath the ship’s hold swearing and cussing, forcing the weak to carryout merciless act of madness. The crescent shaped moon positioned over my head prayed with me quietly and the smiling stars uttered songs of praise reminded me that God is around and he is in control. This was perhaps one of the longest nights; a night dominated by many unexplainable circumstances. I followed the puzzle all the way through in search of the ultimate truth.The naked trees caught up in the melodrama, stripped of all their summer pleasure stood tall while trying to hold their composure. I heard them moaning in despair at the sudden arrival of winter flair.I sat up the entire night looking at the naked trees in the dark, leaves peeling away from giant trees, bushes drying up in dismay,exposing everything that was hidden in the valley of the great deep. Aged old trees languishing their age looked at the universe lamenting their daunting years. I watched the sun immerges from behind them,its view overshadowed by dried up bushes but it forcefully made its way from behind the shrub sending warm rays of light
dancing around me.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Give or Take?
Love should have no opposites but it does
Love should be the opposite of love but it is not
Hate is not the opposite either
Most people think it is
It seems to make sense since hate is evil
Selfishness is the one true opposite of love
Since selfishness is only taking for one’s self
Causing pain, loneliness, leaving suffering behind
Selfishness is a lonely business, paid for with your soul
Love is simply giving
Giving all the time, no cause, effect or strings attached
When you have love there are no mistakes
Love cost nothing
It is free and last forever through eternity
GIVE or TAKE is your decision
It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend,
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.
Storing all a"s,the bazaar,
Of the three one is profit,
Bazaar like the heart of the township,
Supplying noise commodities to the ear consumers free,
A place buying richness and selling poorness,
Most of the sellers only with minds but hearts,
Money is like blood running all over the Shop nerves,
Some buys,some sells,some bags and some begs,
Also some bugs drawing blood in the down town,
The debt rolling like wheels,
Very busy like only today no tomorrow's,
The merchants of Venice sits,
Shylocks carrying fault scales to weigh flesh,
Bazaar,the chased satan's official bungalows!
Every hustler has fallen.
Cracks in the concrete is how the streets are watching.
Calling me back, i thought i closed that door?
Slipping into darkness heating up my toes.
Rock bottom balling is a choice.
Do or die. Be heard or make noise?
Bodies traced in chalk then go void.
Last time i checked I'm dealing with faith.
like a rose that grew from under the pavement.
A hustler dies a hustler is made.
Screams, the pain begins
Blood rushed, cleansing of sin
Darkness falls upon the land
Houses burn so bright
All the children run in fright
Evil's here, it expands
Meat, fresh, everywhere
The smell so acrid, here
All the workers to stay
Some work for family
Even for Emily
But one thing is sure they want their pay!
Revolution in the sky
Someone must pay, someone must die
Blood soaked cobblestone
Families torn apart
Even though Daddy works at Kmart
As the workers pass with a groan
Safe, protected, free, just, wealthy.
"You're safe in America."
"Our government will protect you."
"We have the most just system in the world."
"America is the wealthiest nation."
Welcome to the United States,
where safety is police brutality against
our own citizens; where the food we
eat is pumped full of poison; where
our guns are taken from us to keep us
"safe", when the enemy is on the home front.
Welcome to the Land of the Brave,
where men and women lose their lives
over another nation's resource, even though we've
got the technology to keep them home; where
a man turning into a woman is more
important than hundreds dying in an earthquake.
Welcome to the Land of the Free,
where free will and creativity is
frowned upon and conformity is the
latest trend; where its citizen's opinions
go straight to the garbage while those
already in power continue making decisions.
Come on over to the USA,
where child molesters serve less time
in prison than those caught with a plant;
where you can be arrested simply because
your skin is a different tone; where a mother that
killed her child got away with a slap on the wrist.
Make a trip to the wealthiest nation,
where one percent of the population holds
every cent, while homelessness is at an
all time high; where religion means no
taxes, and it costs an entire years pay
just to afford a higher education.
Make your way to the Land of the Corrupt,
where the War on Terror is a scam,
and our nation's biggest tragedy was a planned attack;
where the poor are forced to pay taxes with
money they don't have, while the wealthy
gloat in flashy suits and Mercedes Benz.
Don't eat anymore out of their greedy hands.
Take your freedom back.
House our homeless.
Block out the media, it's an illusion.
Stop fighting for a country that wants you to die.
It's time to make a change.
I do not know?
Always taking what isn’t yours
An evil life and an evil cause
So cheap, can’t buy your own
Pile up your materials, its you and them all alone
Problems can be a root to theft
If you don’t get help you’ll be the one left
There is no excuse to steal
When they stole from you how did you feel?
Whether you steal a penny or a pound
What goes around comes around