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Details | Tanka | |

When Love Creates

Eyes to eyes now meet Tenderly our lips touch We, adventurous Rhythmic vibrations rejoice When love creates little ones .


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Salvation comes with a far greater sacrifice than blind faith and car-wash fundraisers

Travelling to a foreign land,
engaging in a cause not rightfully yours to join,
illegally taking up arms
with a desperate desire to save baby orphans
(only to dig them into the ground anyway);
is a life-altering experience.

There is an old line which goes something like:
"A part of my soul died on that cold, November morn."

But, such an experience can have the opposite effect entirely.
Yes! An experience such as this
can re-kindle a passion within,
so that every single particle,
every minute of each passing hour,
feels like a sacred gift -
the most sacred gift imaginable.

Yet upon returning home from such an experience,
after being grilled by Internal Affairs,
threatened with charges of International Treason,
Subterfuge and Espionage(but in the end,
you were only trying to save baby orphans
that you had to dig into the ground anyway,
so Internal Affairs drops the charges, telling you to scram),
you are inevitably slapped across the face
with an inescapable new reality....

....everyone appears to be whining and complaining
about the most trivial things,
as if everyone simultaneously feels wronged.

And this is wot you feel compelled to do:
you want to take these whiners,
transport them one-by-one
back to the foreign land with you.
After they see living skeletons
drag themselves across the dirt,
moaning, groaning, pleading for a drop of clean water, 
a miniscule morsel of food,
you hand the whiner a gun,
point toward an ominous dust-cloud on the horizon,
and this is wot you say:

"See the dust-cloud moving closer towards us.
It is filled with psychopathic horsemen.
These psychopathic butchers are wielding bayonets, machetes and Kalashnikovs.
If you and I do not successfully kill these mad horsemen,
they are going to chop apart all of the baby orphans
congregated in the courtyard over there.
Do you see the beautiful baby orphans in the courtyard?
Yes, those are the orphans.
And if we do not successfully defend this camp,
yet somehow survive with our lives,
we are going to spend the rest of the night
digging the baby orphans into the ground.

So, it best be high time you wipe the tears from your face,
stop worrying about how so-and-so called you a loser or wotever,
how your retirement funds appear to be shrinking
and so you won't be able to play as many games
of hitting the little white ball across a course 
fed with enough water to run an entire city.
Forget about your little boo-boo.
Pull-up your chin, straighten that spine,
and start squeezing the trigger like there's no tomorrow."






September 25th, 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Rhyme | |

Welcoming Our Little Ty

Welcoming Our Little Ty


We welcome in a baby boy named Ty
blessed we are, asking not why
Life precious and so very sweet
another grandson I'll soon greet

Life sends blessings as it flows
we thank God and it surely shows
A future with this child's joys
daughter now has two beautiful boys

Old age brings in surprising gifts
this blessing stands and uplifts
More time I now desperately seek
with these children so mild and meek

Praying for a life much, much longer
to see my family grow so much stronger!

Robert J. Lindley, 01-08-2015

Dedicated to my new grandson ,Ty Brooks Atkinson
may God bless he and all his family.. 
Ty was born Jan. 7th 2015 at 9 pounds 2 ounces at 23 inches and with a full head of long blonde hair. 
All are doing fine . Scheduled to leave hospital tomorrow afternoon. 
We are so blessed to have this new addition to our family!
God blesses ......


Details | Free verse | |

Your mother am I

   You, my baby girl and your mother am I 
You nurse from my body until I am dry
Sometimes late at night I get you out of bed
We sit and rock for hours as I rub your sweet head

   You, my little girl and your mother am I 
Come let me hold you as we say goodbye
Though I must leave for a very short while
You can bet I'll return with open arms and a smile
Be strong little one, I must strengthen your wings
So you can handle the wind among other things

   You, my daughter and your mother am I
Lay your head in my lap as I explain why
Girls can be wicked as they strive to be cool
You know of your beauty.  Mama didn't raise a fool
Now listen to my wisdom and take my advice
The best way to get them back is to simply be nice
I don't expect you to understand.  I just beg for your trust
Do as I say.  Be respectful, kind and just

   You, my daughter and your mother am I 
Lean your head on my shoulders as I dry your eyes
You believe your heart to be broken, no chance of repair 
Listen as I tell you, I myself have been there
It's just a little hiccup in this thing we call life
You will fall in love again and make a beautiful wife

   You are an improved version of who I used to be
I pray I have taught you well as I set you free
Sit with me a while and let me soak in your sweet smell
You will go out in this world and I know you'll do well

   You, my daughter and your mother am I
That is who I am and who I will be until the day I die


Details | Sestina | |

MIRACLE AT DAWN

No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman...
if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn,
as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms
but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud;
oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes,
and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom." 

Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom,
who's too young to become a mature woman;
many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes
she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn,
repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud...
while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms.

Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms?
Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom?
Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud:
girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman...
So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn
when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes?

Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes,
what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms;
she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn...
how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom?
She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman,
and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud?

She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud,
but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes;
and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman;
they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms...
no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn.

Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn,
any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud;
they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom!
Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes,
and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms;
what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman?

Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman?
Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms...
and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.




Details | Ballad | |

The Day Her Garden Died

The day her garden died
Her husband was out of town.
She was all alone that night,
She had an unwelcome guest, 
He ravished her over and over til her inside was sore
She wanted to die that night, she was so ashamed,
and she never told a soul. 

The day her garden died
was the day she got the news
That the baby she carried inside of her 
Would never be born
For she had a fatal virus
The baby was now dead.

The day her garden died
Was the day her husband left her
He said she, should stay away from him
Her life was just too dim
That night she cried in agony
Her anguished gnawed within her 
And she couldn't stand the pain

The day her garden died
was the final straw, she was driven to madness
she lost everything, 
Now she's been put into confinement
for fear that she might kill herself
She wanted to take her own life
to end her misery...


Details | Lyric | |

WHEN YOU MISS SOMEONE

Well you’re on the road for weeks at a time 
so when you get home you’ll get a big surprise, 
cause 
I’m going to welcome you when you get home; 
I’m going to take you back into the back bedroom. 
I'm going to light all the candles Hun, 
then I'm going to turn the music on. 
You and I will have ourselves lots of fun... 
Because it’s long overdue when you miss someone, 
it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 

Well I know your lonely when you’re gone 
so am I baby don't you worry none, 
cause 
I'm going to welcome you when you get home; 
I'm going to take you back into the back bedroom. 
I'm going to take all of my clothes off Hun, 
then I'm going to help you get your pants undone. 
You and I will have ourselves lots of fun... 
Because it’s long overdue when you miss someone, 
Yah it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 

Well I know you wonder if I'll be around, 
I'm telling you baby I'm not leaving town, 
cause 
I'm going to welcome you when you get home; 
I'm going to take you back into the back bedroom. 
I'm going to lay you down on my bed Hun, 
then I'm going to do all of the things you love, 
you and I will have ourselves lots of fun... 
Because it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 
I said it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 

Yah, you and I will have ourselves lots of fun... 
Because 
it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 
Yah it’s long overdue when you miss someone. 
I said it’s long overdue... 
when you miss someone.


Details | Free verse | |

A Lollipop in Page

The chirp of cloudy morning peal its wondrous beauty 
As it was a perfect moment to sip the taste of an old times
Pampered and drawn by those vintage voices
Shrunk in this sweet anomaly,  the frames of a time roamer

Word by word, time after time
An anecdote is herding, I'm dancing in a rime
Reread all my writes, feel the flakes of each verses
My masterpieces in time, the journal of life's flavours

Now I'm landing on a sketch of laughters
Where I feel the rainbow of bliss
A small creature is trying to stay
In a warm belly it grows in its way

Waiting is the first list to do
Hoping for the best is the lovely second line
I have another story to make
And this time I offer you the lollipop in page


Details | Rhyme | |

Estella and Holden

A boy and a girl just arrived in this world
To parents they both will share
Now from the house within will echo the cry of twins
As an answer to prayers from everywhere
 
After passing the test of a month of bed-rest
To ensure that they developed complete
For Mom and for Dad, no more rest to be had
As in tandem twins seldom do sleep
 
But living this way is a small price to pay
For the privilege of parenting twins
For only a special few have the bond of these two
Sharing the womb in which life did begin
 
Congratulations to my daughter and the man that they'll call father
For doubling up on our number of grandkids
We are so very proud that our voices shout out loud
With the love we feel for this thing you did


Details | Ballade | |

The Highway Of Life

From the day of birth,we are so innocent and fair,
With nothing on our minds, no troubles no cares.
Learning to talk was a major deaster,
For no one could tell exactly what was the matter.

We cry and we screem ,to show we are in pain,
They dont seem to understand and we though that was mean.
So of to the doctors we went that day,
Only to have the doctor tell Mom im ok.

Learning to walk got me bumps and bruses,
But its what we must do ,im sure no one chouses.
Climbing up the stairs , got me in trouble,
On the way down, i wished i were in a bubble.

After mastering that feat , it was off to school,
Because my mom said im not raising no fool.
In grade one i had a hard time with girls,
They would walk up to me and flick thier curls.

Things start to look up as i got older,
But you know those girls only got bolder.
They made me laugh,and they made me cry,
Some made me happy and filled with joy.

Then came love and next was marriage,
Two years time i was pushing a baby carriage.
Going back over my trials of life,
I knew my baby girl was in for a long fight.

But its the highway we all must travel,
In order to get to this level.
My little girl will be doing this one day,
Ill be in heaven  watching her in every way.

You see im much older and dont have a lot of time,
To watch my two baby girls grow up and look so fine.
God is calling me to another life,
But he said on this highway ,there will be no strife.

Your fears and your troubles will all go away, 
When you take this highway ,your with me to stay.
They will come joing you when its thier time,
But for now they must follow thier own minds.

So if you have kids , guide them with care,
They will grow up with nothing to fear. 
Teach them right from wrong each day.
For the HIGHWAY OF LIFE isent always what they say.



Details | Verse | |

A Child Within

The sensation of butterflies flying within
As your heart joyously sings
An Angelic being growing inside
As your growing tummy gets harder to hide

The bond with your baby already so strong
You pray that nothing will go wrong
The instinct of the Mother already working
For any dangers that may be lurking

Your tummy ripples, your baby has awoken
The love you feel needs not be spoken
Upon your tummy you place your hand
On the growing bump that continues to expand

What a wonderful, magical time to be alive
Harbouring a soul that intends to eventually arrive
Keeping baby safe, warm and protected
While the umbilical keeps you literally connected

Being in control of the life of another
Is a great privilege to any a Mother
Never take this role for granted, EVER
As the way you shape your child, goes on forever.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 ©copyright Juanita Torr
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | Verse | |

Baby Wishes

Precious, life sustaining oxygen flows
No longer; linking chord tethering me
Severed, I lie upon hard cold table.

I see cloudy images--a table
Holds my angel mother. Sweet red blood flows
From soft nurturing nest once holding me.

Mommy, don’t discard your babe. Look at me!
Life can be saved. An abortion table
Should not separate with death our love flows.

Love flows away. Save me from this table.

July 17, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

This is How I have Come to Fade!

This is how I come to fade!
oh baby I once loved you.
oh I once loved you!!

My heart is aching for you, now.

My love for you cries out!
it cries out!

oh oh this is the way you have made me.
This is the way I have come to fade.

Oh baby I once loved you.



Details | Free verse | |

My Baby

A gift like no other gift, 
one that can't be bought
a precious human being, 
deserving the right to live
to exist as we all do, 
but sometimes it just doesn't
happen that way,

A baby of no harm, 
a baby of no sins
a baby of pure love, 
and only innocence

Tender moments, 
carrying wishes
disappointments, 
everyday misses

Sitting there all alone, 
even though 
I was surrounded,
by others

While wondering, 
why it may be
that I am made to suffer,

Wanting nothing more,
but to die
inside and out,

Things happen for a reason,
so I was taught
I'll never know the reason,
but I'll always feel the loss

The loss of my child,
my baby was taken
away from me,
and there is no reason

I constantly ask myself,
why did this happen?
what did I do wrong?

I asked God to save my baby,
to protect us both
I remain here,
but my baby is gone

It seems as if, my whole world,
just fell apart
and all I could do,
was sit back and watch it happen

I found myself, 
feeling lonely
needing someone, 
anyone to hold me

All I could do was cry,
I had to cry, for the sake of myself
for the sake of my baby,
for the sake of my heart
I had to weep

I cried and cried aloud,
hoping to be heard
please father, 
I'll do whatever you want
you have my word,
just please save my baby

I bled so much, 
had so much pain
denied to myself, 
everything would be okay

Crying and pleading,
praying and weeping
became an everyday routine,
it was so hard to believe
this was happening to me,

It's not over yet,
it never will be
everyday and every night,
it's in my memory...










(March 1998)
My sweet baby
you will always be with me...


Details | I do not know? | |

Life

Life…………………….
 
Its mysteries
Its wonders
Babies born
Everyday
Thieves
Criminals 
New friends
New enemies
Adults pushing their   
Dreams
Threw their 
Children
Too many
 gangs
Not enough people
2 b their victims
Aids, STDS, too many
Things that can kill humans
TOO many
So many controlling
People when will they learn
Selfish, greedy, kind, considerate
Isolated, content , heartrending, mad ,hopeless
Wanting better
Wishing dead
Wanting a 2nd chance
Behind bars 5-life
Cut off from life
Not 1 family member
2 go 2
Make a mistake
Run 2 your rich father
Or mother
Not having a care in the world
So dim –witted 2 drop
Out of school
At the age 10
Wats is left of your life
U have no education to persuade your dream
Stuck can’t even get a job at Burger  King
U have so much knowledge but
Wat do u do with it nothing 
Making not even minimum wage 
Not enough 2 support your family
So burned in the head 
Give your baby up for adoption
Leave your baby with a hole in their heart
Giving up not accomplishing
Not enough strength 2 keep on
U just need an extra push, faith
Learning 2 4give &4get
Swearing to your self u will never
4give or 4get
Hating that they left u with contempt
Promising u will never cry
Nor put your head down &give up
Life can mean so many things
But it is the eyes u see it threw


Details | Elegy | |

ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


Details | Verse | |

She will not be like you

Yeah true she might not be flesh of my flesh or a product of my seed, i may not have carried her in my womb for 9 months but that don't mean I didn't succeed. because  u will never be more of a mother than I've proven to be. U will never fill my shoes or be able to
 Walk the path that I lead. She means more to me then u ever would she will be more of a woman then u ever could. Although we will never have the same blood run through our veins or the same letters spell out our last name, that doesnt make me any less relevant, matter fact just the opposite because that makes me even more prevalent. The fact that I could take on this child with nothing handed to me but a barely empty baby bag but i did it all not for u but because I could never deny a childs innocence because of your stupidness, or neglect a childs needs, the needs that u never could even see. She too nieve to have been brought up any other way then protected and loved and i refused to have her stay wit u and suffer because u didn't have your head right too preoccupied with u and your loser mans life that u didn't appreciate the gift that god gave u in order to change,  u threw away the only life line that could ever save your name. If you had done right by her u could of claimed that title  but because the worlds drugs and games got the best of u, u will never be entitled. u will never have any rights u will never hurt this child. Because I would die before Id ever let your influence turn her in to a abuser a loser a liar, before she will ever be a whore a freak before u will ever bring her into a world of prostitution and cheats she will never follow in your steps and be so lazy, so your words on me as a person will never faze me cuz I know what I've done I've seen what she came from and I guareentee her life will be a clean one. You will have no part in having her follow in your footsteps by being used and abused by the same type of worthless men that you've fall victim to. Cuz u chose to repeatedly lay on your back and give all the power to a man, rather then have a spine that was worthy to defend. She will never succumb to the same objects of your defeat. She is worthy of so much more than u ever will be. And that's only because she learned how to be a woman from me! U will never be worthy of calling yourself a mother to the smart independent and strong woman, that she will some day grow to be because I take responsibility for that and I only have wishes that she is not like....but yet better than even me. That she never have any needs that she'd have to rely on any one else for, she will never live off the system in order to pay her bills because she will be a well developed perfectly capable and functioning woman living by her own means making her own rules. Cuz I made it all possible I've given her the tools to be able to go out in the world and succeed and never be used, know that she will surpass every bad decision u chose to do. Because after all her real mama didn't raise no fool!


Details | Epitaph | |

BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Shape | |

Lost

into darkness 
this life descends 
mired at death's door 
as its light steadily dims
these aweary bleached bones 
doth mourn once youthful days
when innocence pure o'er this soul
in blissful ignorance happily reigned
before time's ephemeral passing breath   
enshrouded this woebegone heart's moody
mangled reprobate impenitent suasible flesh
with ne'er a humble outcry nor ire forbearance
this lingering bemired e'er obstinate human clay 
whence forth engenders hope's demise since afore 
existence's perfect birth beyond its motherly womb   
till sufferings' midlife malefic spirits furtively abort 
its righteous life-giving journey heavenward bound 
an inward promise greedily denied by passion's fire
mere dust in blackness of darkness wholly effaced
from paradise lost to limbo's nonexistent embrace
this inflexible cursed soul henceforth forgotten
a preemie spirit resident to fields of silence

© Eugene Harvey


Details | Sestina | |

Death Undignified

The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
A whalebone corset dug into my body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touches the pane
of dearly brought glass it vibrates with the hoof-beat of riders.
The weak, blue-sky pales, clouding over with the dust. 
Children playing hoop, let it drop with an unheard clatter.

Inside Fort Laramie’s provisioner, Mrs. Dreary's dropped-plate clatters.
Outside, a thunder of hoofs race pell-mell through heat, oppressive.
“Indians!” Children run through the street's miasma of dust.
Folks in wagons and on horseback flee for other parts.
“Sioux,” I nod. Gunshots ring through the air savaging the riders.
The shopkeeper’s wife babe in arms runs up the stairs, baby screams in pain.

Arrow flights buzz by shattering the shop's window panes.
The Indians leap from horse back to tile roof raising a clatter.
Mr. Dreary reaches for his Sharp shooter and aims at the riders.
A cat’s eye marble falls from the toy display, a mundane oppression.
Dreary slams shut the door, shards of glass scatter, bullet parted.
“Mame, git away from that window! Gener’l Connor’ll kill me if y’ur dusted.”

My eyes, now black and hollow as a barn owl's, tear, full of dust.
“Damn heathens,” Mr. Dreary cusses as bullets fly through broken panes.
He pulls me behind him and opens the useless glass door. “Thop” an arrow parts
his scalp. He falls back, landing beside me,his spurs clattering.
The baby screams again. I turn to see Mrs. Dreary's oppressive
grip on the child. “He’s dead.” She says grabs the Sharp and kills the next rider.

The soldiers finally arrive and chase the mongrel band of riders.
Mrs. Dreary, babe in one arm, Sharp in the other, kicks the marble in the dust.
She walks through the door, out of one carnage into another type of oppression,
the soldiers are executing the Sioux braves. Children watch in pain.
Across the street a lone warrior perches. A roof tile clatters
to the dirt. His arrow flies and a soul is parted.

Falling with blind numbness, forward, down, parting
the water in the horse trough left for the riders.
My brass buttons and flint arrowhead scrape the tub clattering,
no one in the street notices my departing in the day's dust.
My open mouth fills with bile and the rancid taste of pain.
“How improper,” was my last lucid thought, truly oppressive.

A clatter of hoofs rocks my parting.
The oppression, of man against man leaves, with the riders.
Only dust and the pain of the living remain.



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One For Excuses Song on CD

Darling, I didn't aim to let you down, or to leave you lonely,
I also have a frown, baby you're not the only,
I meant to hurry home, and didn't mean to take so long,
I didn't realize time had flown, please forgive me if I wrong,                           
          

Honey, I'm not one for excuses,
But I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,

I did say I'd be right back, I even called you on the phone,
And my heart didn't cut me any slack, when I heard the busy tone,
Please accept my apology, honey, I haven't lied,
And if you still won't talk to me...well, at least I know I've tried,

And I'm not one for excuses,
But I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,

Darling, I didn't aim to let you down, or to leave you lonely,
I also have a frown, baby you're not the only,
I meant to hurry home, and didn't mean to take so long,
I didn't realize time had flown, please forgive me if I'm wrong,

No, I'm not one for excuses,
but I'm so sorry with regret,
And my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet,
Yes, my heart sure feels so useless,
For what you're not over yet.


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RIP Baby "Angel"

Hush little baby, sleep in peace, and know
That one day will all meet, by your
Side will hold you high, until that day
Spread your wings, and be our Angel
In the sky, even though our question
Remains at why, the moment you left
Tears struck our eyes, Baby boy we
Hear you "Tell mommy and daddy not
To cry keep me safe in your Hearts"...
For my Baby nephew who lived 2hrs.


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True Hood

 
Let me tell you about, this girl I know, that has a heart colder than snow. She live's the life of the street's, that's all she know's, that's all she could be! She stay making move's... It's now time, to play the game by her own rule's! She drops out of school, in the tenth grade... Money is what she know's, money is what she made! Get's engage to the street's, tried of all the lame's, tried of the weak! Her life was remade, It's now time to pave a new way! Reborn... right from of the grave, of life! All chip's in... She just rolled the dice! Here come's new life... At the age of fifteen, here come's a new scene! Her first son was made... Now it's time to step up the game! Had three car's, all in her name... The car's was never legit, A chop shop, made all those serial number's fit! As her baby boy, had the Jordan's he couldn't even began to fit! Paying all the bill's, even the rent. Both brother's on the block,... for the crib, wouldn't get hot! A dopefiend dream, If you know what I mean! Living the life...like scarface wife! Pushing key's of coke, rocking fur coat's! Going on boat ride's, with white guy's! Now the landlord, smoke's... Renting the Lexus, for a dub of coke! *****es envious, Nigga's is scarred! Fronting' pound's, to help nigga's get on! Baby's momma's, eating out of plams. Wishing they can take her on! Her baby daddy, is proud to have her on his arm! Living the life.... Coming from the project's, to owning, complex's. Strugling from being a minority, coming from society, living in poverty! ... Copping to Drug Court, while other's do, 2- 4! She's taking trip's, Living lavish, Looking flawless, Living hood rich! Devoted to the game, living all the hood fame! Putting, Erica Cane' to shame!.... My swagger so tight, It's cutting into you, like a knife! You can feel it swelling,..... Cause your girl "TWANNA" is so ....... "OVERWHELMING"...


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A Vision of Existence - Baby Style

"A Vision of Existence - Baby Style" my eyes blink within a cushioned comfort zone fingers and toes cling to tender warm insides I tend to dream of bicycles when I birth flesh and bone or a pink doll house where a loving family abides. my swimming skills are limited as I lay in Mommy's womb one day I'll jump the high dive at the beach in a few months I'll push my way out of this vacuumed tomb to taste sweet fruits; my favorite will be peach. I dream of running round a baseball field on a sunny day or jumping rope or riding skates with friends sometimes, I wonder, how Mommy will hold me in her special way how Daddy will teach me great things where learning never ends. I know I'll have a nursery room with toys and books and games in the corner an awesome truck with cool fender am sure my parents are hard at work browsing baby names but I will have the last surprise revealing to them, my gender. *For Unborn Baby Dream by The Scribe


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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Why do We do What we do do do

Where, oh where, is God? 
When will the man child stop …asking why
stop searching [endlessly] for the other, the greater, the bigger
the more glorious presence.

This constant need to see other than oneself as the source.
Even with a brain [and we know Frank Baum has told us 
only STRAW men don’t have brains] we refuse to SEE, 
refuse like a baby forced to eat mashed peas.
We make our children…are we their God’s? Hell no!

We name this Creator… for man is nothing if not a naming being…
[The father says DA..the baby says DA! Daddy says cat, baby says CAT!]
It cannot exist for us without a naming, a judgment, a categorizing..
We cannot GROK it [as Heinlein Christ character, Valentine Michael Smith 
illustrates for us in Stranger in a Strange Land].
For something, someone, has to have made us, yes? no?
Oh yes, and they had to consciously decide to make 
something as marvelously special as us, didn’t they? it?
* Please referr back to verse 2 line 5.

Where oh where is God? When will the man child stop,
stop searching for the teat, stop the blame game,
accept the responsibility for fouling His own nest.

Why does God have to look like us? 
Does everything we create look like us? [The light bulb, the car? poo?]
Does that mean there is NO prime genitor if He/she/it doesn’t look like us?
Wait..wait..all of Creation manifests differently, eco systems need diversity to
maintain homeostasis! 
Yet we bawl…like babies..WHY are You killing me!
Why must I die? What mutant child have you given me 
this spawn of Satan! 

This prime genitor, this God, this be all, end all, know all, BEING,
this omnipotent source either is outside or us? or inside of us?
or we are inside of it? And if it knows us not …
If like the amoeba, it simply divides to exist, absorbs to exist, excretes to exist.
Why do we insist on worshiping it? Does it Know us?
Does it know all of its creations including man?
Is it an active participant in its own creations?
Refer to the book of life, the planet earth, the solar system,
the structure of an atom …
Use the brain you were given 
for YOU are not a Straw Man.



Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.