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Once Upon a Time
-Once upon a time- In the faraway cloud Where listening lies, Where river smiles, When words speak And meant to be, Where wants and needs Aren’t misconstrue, Where lizards and gizzards Wet, calm, hunt and meet and prey. Tis by this extreme realm That this goal is set. One dream One night In all nights Is what’s in need, That the mission And vision World awaits Will emerge. Sacred, odd And silence Are night themes. This one night Comes a fright- Fire outbreaks, Catches homes And fences. And the news Reaches the Mighty helm. “I’m your lord And is my duty To protect, While your right Is to serve, me- lord”. This leader leads The fire extinguishers To bring an end To the inferno- Where canopies Are eating And where sapiens Are sentenced to death By abrupt blaze. Canon night meets morning When the darkness runs And leaves the heavens With puffs of smoke And burn- to-ash Artifacts In the arena Of both half and fully Baked human skins And open skulls And myriad of Closed facial identities. The King sobs, For the Kingdom. Calming by his chiefs And calmly walk To the palace; Where his ancestors Roam and home. And there He speaks and pleads With his ancestors On the causal of this Unforgotten night visitor. Then and there they Weep while saying For this they do not know. Silence the king, Paces and shivers. At this moment His ancestors Turn phantoms And stay hidden Behind the walls. His mother, Thanks destiny, Is alive- Hale and healthy “Do see my mother To my Chamber now”. For his mother She comes and The mother he tells. Her one reply is "For this, my son I honestly don't know"…… 4/2/2014
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