In the beginning
A world surrounded by darkness
Loss in their own images
Corrupt in their minds
Chaos shadowed
Nowhere upon
Change in the atmosphere
Heaven said, “LET THEIR BE LIGHT”
The wonder to see and embrace
The light of direction and far horizons
Beyond the world’s understanding
Awareness sustaining
Beauty upon the Earth
Miraculous discovery
New day, a new world
Yonder Heaven breathes
Heaven’s creation
Marvel of sensation.
We buy
and sell
dreams,
in bulk
also in
retail
We read
letters
and hands...!
We buy
antique
gold
sell
gold
of fool... !
girls
of fine
tract,
Only
for handsome
men,,, !
only
top
boys,
for
exquisite
ladies ...!
Here
all
we can do,
fact
totum
and further,
Alea
jacta
est.. !
There's a symbol for our justice,
Holding scales while she is blind.
Yet it seems the 'MAGAteers' have extended
This further, adding deaf and dumb to their mind.
Because they have made the choice not to
See, hear, or think, as they ignore reality.
While they follow a corrupted voice, laden
With false notions and irrationality.
This conviction has seduced their soul, with
Visions of fear and lethal consequence sustained.
Using a barrage of powerful fiction, giving faith
To a utopia without discord ... but they're ordained.
The stupidity is clearly seen, as they avoid
Any facts that disturb their view.
As these followers become so deeply entrenched,
They can't escape the shadow that's untrue.
Having seen the danger progress, while a
Fragile democracy wavers on the brink.
Watching a majority come under constant attack,
And a privileged minority tries to silence those who critically think.
our meeting
a casual conversation
breakfast and promise
but a phone number lost
and memories linger
over prairies plains distance
I look for stars
do you?
a place on roadmaps
I come to again
just off the off ramp
fields grown
a factory repurposed
but beyond light
I look for stars
a glistening runway
an airport preserved
private flights only
or helicopters
of the National Guard
the sky is clear
I look for stars
radars poised
soothsayers and prophets
look for weather fronts
county roads
a stretch of fields
touches clear skies
clouds pass like dreams
intimacy recalled
a timeless poem
a classified I post
I look for stars
do you?
Fearless heart.
current of
bravo river ...
Beating heart
tidal wave
tsunami desire and wants:
Heart Suit
female of nature
meek of placid lagoon ...
Woman's heart
of vibrant joy
flower girl
of age, for
idyllic adventure,
loving
permanent....
Happiness is promised
eternal, supernatural love and
a joyful life ...!
Classified
By Franklin Price
6/7/2017
Why are some things classified?
Only for some the right to know
What could it hurt for all to see?
I think I have the right to show
What could it hurt to tell some friends?
They won't run and tell the tale
They know I'm sworn to secrecy
Know I could end up in the jail
That is the quandary that I'm in
I think the whistle I should blow
Would cause a stir on issues now
I think that all the world should know
Why it's secret is not right
Although I know that all's not known
I cannot feed the furor now
Unless I throw the dog a bone
If I let known this classified
And it starts war within a week
Won't be my fault, I thought it right
To let this information leak
Don't blame me, it's not my fault
If we look back and millions died
Would not have stolen from the vault
If there was nothing classified
Why the tag?
Did I give you a reason,
not to trust me?
why the antagonism?
my intention was never
to create division
friendship, purely friendship
or is even that not allowed?
if not, then say so
don’t be suspicious,
and don’t assume,
because by doing so I am being tagged
and classifying me,
will only reflect badly on you
because in the end
you never got to know me…
Wanted : The return of a transparent Silken White Veil
Ecrued edges due to the sands of Lost time : Lost LOVE
No charges filed, no questions asked I have repaired the damage done
The Memorial Garden For my late WIFE LENORE is in full bloom
the shredded Portrait has been replaced ; Thank-YOU Jacque Charbonneau
Lenore's bust, now a polished Marble Emeralds for her eyes
Eyes (I longto see again)Speaking to me from atop Her Headstone
Now You may think me Eccentric, Vain Even Materialistic (maybe I am)
You see this Wedding Veil is the beginning of my Eternity
With My LOVE , My LIFE ,My WIFE LENORE
P.S.I have all of her Handwritten Original POEMS (Noterized) in a bank vault
Still I would like the CD's back
I was on a mission of my own
Got caught up by her charms
Wanted to spend a little time
Wrapped up in her arms
Missing from my duty station
The captain was fit to be tied
I want to know where you are
Sorry, sir, that’s classified
I knew that there would be hell to pay
When I got back to the base
But my thoughts were on other things
As my fingers touched her face
She was the sun, the moon and stars
Words to an old love song
Her lips, the spark to start a fire
That had been dormant for too long
My buddy met me at the gate
He said man your butt is fried
Where the hell have you been
I said Can’t say, it’s classified.
Quit
My job,
6th
7th time.
Disrespectful exploitation…
Feeling
Rich again.
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