We've come across great waters
and this land we do proclaim
to be our lands forever more
through eminent domain.
At first, we'll let you co-exist
like the keepers of a zoo
it's best for us, that you don't know
what we have in store for you.
We'll tell you that we come in peace
that there's room for all to live
but that promise will soon run out
like water through a sieve.
At first our numbers will be few
but many more will come,
and when we have all gathered
to our wants you will succumb.
You of course, will struggle
you'll put up quite a fight,
but we'll stand firm, for after all
our God give us the right.
We'll rape the land for profits
kill off all your food
we'll herd you up like cattle
for a life of servitude.
And when the dust is settled
and all is said and done
we'll give you back your arrows
but we'll just keep the guns.
For after all, we're civilized
unlike you heathen breeds
you no longer have a home
but you got that string of beads.
We'll crush your native customs out
in just a few short years
we'll walk the path of our destiny
while you trudge your trail of tears.
In a world of synthetic dreams,
Where nothing is quite as it seems,
Emotions emanate and rise,
Painting stories across the skies.
Swirling thoughts in a misty haze,
Drift through memory's rustic maze.
A timeless dance of then and now,
Where past and present somehow bow.
Illusions play their tricky game,
Reality's not quite the same.
Yet hope continues to blossom,
In gardens of heartfelt wisdom.
Silence falls like gentle snow,
Whispering truths we've yet to know.
In quiet moments, clear and bright,
We find our way from dark to light.
Dazzling, synthetic lights emanate from polished silver,
Penetrating my deep, chemically induced sleep.
Blinking sensitive eyes, I raise my swirling head.
I sit up and walk into a corridor of glass display cases.
Rustic farm tools, mannequins wearing clothing from the past and present fashions, pottery from long ago…
A collection of some kind, featuring timeless treasures and ordinary items of little to no monetary value.
A discombobulated hoard of flea market finds?
I came to another display difficult to make sense of…another display of mannequins except these wore no clothing and floated in some viscous liquid.
A chill went up my spine and I knew not why until…one opened their eyes and looked at me!
I awaken. Bright sunlight streams into my bedroom windows. I recall everything in a moment of time.
Sitting up, pain and horror, a poisonous flower blossom opening red petals in my mind…
A nightmare or mad illusion? I see nothing but my room, and hear nothing now but…
… silence.
8/15/16
What you wanted you got close to
But that just won't do
Not going to cut it
If it's something you truly covet
No time to worry about any what if
Try again to be triumphant
One little mistake
And you can go from first to sixth place
Don't underestimate
And hesitate
Keep your head on straight
I'll let it sink in so that it can resonate
While constant particles emanate
Some insects, spiders, scorpions, and snakes can envenomate
Near and far from memorial placards
Wisely and carefully maneuver around any navigational hazards
Keep on looking forward instead of backwards
Above, below and inside of caverns
By: Dalton Ogletree
Orb of night
Amaze as we gaze
Bewildered of all you emanate
Our envisions of a man on the moon,
A cow pining to jump over you,
Swiss cheese, a mice day dream
Of scurrying through your craters
Bring the wild out of one’s soul
Or
Are you just here in the silence of the night
To bring dreams of passion desires
Under your satin sheet of glittering stars
Or
To set the mood for romance
Under your watchful eyes
Orb of night
Amaze as we gaze
Bewildered of all you emanate
By:Eve Roper 5/7/2015
Light, it's captured in our minds
Requirement? we use daily
By whom? humans and creatures
Just where would we living be without it?
Written in the new 'Parise Pariku' form.
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