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Marilyn Velez Poem
We see her all around us, We hear her if we choose to, We feel her in the air, in the very water, She is all around us. She holds all things in Balance. Good and Evil, Death and Rebirth, The Predator and The Prey without her Destruction and Chaos will prevail. She is the Great Mother and she has been calling to us, but only a short few have answered her call.
We live in a time and age where Money, Greed, and Power has taken over and humanity has lost all sense of what truly matters. Our Ocean's are Polluted, our Air is Contaminated, the Forests are being Destroyed, the very Soil we walk upon has been Tainted, the Animals Cry even our Crops have been Poisoned.
Mother Earth is Crying, Mother Earth is asking her Children to Awaken and let go of Money, Greed, and Power. Mother Earth is asking to Clean our Ocean's, to Protect our Forests, to Protect our Wildlife, Mother Earth is asking to Clean our Air, to Clean our Soil and Crops.
Respect the Mother, Respect the Earth, It is the Home you Live In, It is your Only Home, Keep it Clean, Just like you Keep your house or apartment clean. Without it nothing else will exist.
Copyright © Marilyn Velez | Year Posted 2015
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Allow silence to enter within, for it is in the sweet sound of silence that one finds self. Do not allow the noise to be a distraction, for it is in the melody of stillness that the river runs free and the ripples harmonize.
Allow for new paths to be created, travel not on path's made. Don't waste energy on matters that cannot be unresolved but rather save your energy, and use it in matters that will make a difference today.
Spread your love everywhere you go, so that you may set a good example for others to follow. Remember poverty does not always mean poor. The greatest destroyer of peace is hatred, analyze yourself carefully if you think you may have an ounce of hate within self. Let silence be your friend...
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Freshly fallen snow sparkling in the sunlight leading a trail to grandmas cabin nestled deep within the woods, where tall trees cover the area a hidden beauty seen mostly in fairytales.
The smell of pine, cedar, and oak combined with smoke from the chimney and the reddest cranberries you have ever seen capturing the moment in delight with the aroma of freshly made cinnamon buns served with coffee overlooking the fresh sparkling snow in a cabin covered in snow.
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Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the smells of old centuries wisdom enclosed.
Taking the mind into the beyond where great stories are forged and fantasies made.
Smells of musk, vanilla, and tobacco fill the air with the sweet hymms of melodies playing from a far.
Dripping wax from candles burnt fall upon parchment, and the taste of whiskey near the crackling of the fire leave one's mind lost between worlds.
The setting of the sun glides down in an array of colors throughout the land, sweeping all that is, all that is known, and all that was, as the crinkle of every page turns.
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I have fallen, I believe I have been shot, not once, not twice, but several times. I can hear them yelling over hear we got one.
I must try to get enough strength to call my kin.
I am losing blood very quickly. I hear them coming with their guns and their knives and their traps. Aaaaoooowwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!! I haven't but the strength to move. I am sry children I could not come home tonight to feed you, but know I will always love you. (Steps of Hunters approaching) This is how the wolf dies, says hunter (shot fired.) Eyes close, head falls to ground.
(Light becomes darkness and spirit rises and all else forgotten.)
(The pages turn back 1hour)
Breathing heavily through the pine filled forest and decaying wood patched with moss. He wonders with vigilant eyes and grey lavish fur with brown undertones in search of food for his young. This was a truly majestic creature of the forest.
I have wandered off from my pack today, they are still playing by the river. It smells so good there, the air is crisp just like after a heavy rainstorm, with an earthy, musky smell sometimes you even get a scent of mint and laurel around the flowers. I can't wait to get back to see my son and daughter. They love chasing the bees, I miss them so much already. I am going to teach them how to grow up to be strong and fearless like me. Someday they will make their partner proud. My son is going to be a great leader, lol he is so cute when he tries to howl.
(Hears a noise, bushes shake) Looks to the left ducking down and ready to charge, but no one seems to be behind the bush or around it. As he approaches he sees a deer that was caught in a trap, it is crying. He looks down saddened, but there is nothing he can do. The deer tells him there is a group of hunters in the area setting traps, with guns and knives, to leave as soon as possible and to watch out for traps. Suddenly a shot is fired hitting the wolf in the leg. (This way boys)
I must get out of here and run as fast as I can. I will cut down this path and perhaps lose them. The wolf jumps over a rock, turns left then right (shot fired) hits tree (shot fired) hits shoulder. I am injured badly blood is coming out, something inside me says not to give up, don't close your eyes. If I have to crawl I will, but I must get back to my kin. (shot fired)
I have fallen, I believe I have been shot, not once, not twice, but several times. I can hear them yelling over hear we got one.
I must try to get enough strength to call my kin.
I am losing blood very quickly. I hear them coming with their guns and their knives and their traps. Aaaaoooowwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!! I haven't but the strength to move. I am sry children I could not come home tonight to feed you, but know I will always love you. (Steps of Hunters approaching) This is how the wolf dies, says the hunter (shot fired.) Eyes close, head falls to ground.
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What is in Man that he lets all Honor, Integrity, and Morals stray him for the mere fullfillment of Greed....
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A woman stands before a mirror, paint the mask the world want's to see.
Avoid the steps, precaution taken, no time to spare.
Watch the scale, commercial appears, you can look beautiful too.
With fall comes the falling of leaves and passions that ignite like fire.
Fall to flatter with every outcome, till nights sparkle shines away.
A night can move fast or slow, as time allows it to.
Tick Tock! Tick Tock! you freeze, and stare at the clock, time stops!
The mask comes off, and free you are once again.
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Dreaming away
In Summer, Nymph's dwell at the Gypsy's Inn.
Sunset falls night fay's
6/28/2015
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What's standing in front of me is an imagery of the most beautiful scenery between two legendary creatures that time made a fairy tale, or perhaps long forgotten, but that always longed for each other through time.
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Child: And what does it feel like to have friends, she said.
Woman: It feels like laughter, and joy, and happiness and craziness and those moments, one would cherish for a lifetime because they are priceless.
Child: She smiled and put her head down and sat in silence, and she imagined herself having friends and being surrounded by friends and going to parties and laughing and having fun and sharing special moments that most take forgranted. Then she looked up and asked did you ever take any of them forgranted
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