Mum’s courteous sprinkles denounced delusion cowardice.
And demented a destiny Willenhall to Bethlehem for life price.
But hallelujah brought my children forward for hallucination.
My partner mended her menopause to hale hammada action,
Harangue lumps machinations to overtrade a human slice.
Israel a stone heart land death flags a fear of attack or terrorism,
Lord Jesus Christ, a Jew, no Christian, who denied not spiritualism,
Jerusalem a market of God religions fried portions of innocence life,
A stone wall divided God’s death and birth in hands of criminalism.
How religions equal educationalist never spoke about are defaming crise?
My spirit walked with truth and faith to agree to pray for World Peace,
To plain problems to seed love and needs to iron religious crease,
The mountain of sands were pouring dishonesty and greed lees,
A sea is dying and remind ‘Death is certain’ Oh human why you tease?
A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.
Running in fear, gaining no ground, heart racing,
Praying for salvation, freedom from this fate, now facing.
Memories, regrets, flashing with speed, forgive the haunted soul.
Lord please wake me from this nightmare, dark as the devils show.
The track runs on in constant rhythm, taking the unworthy in.
Lives in shambles, wrought threw foolishness and sin.
Oh morning come, let this train pass me by, leave me be.
I hear the message, change will come, it will set me free.
A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17,2010
A buzzard dancing
in a field,
bone in claw
clicking,
picking further
cannot be real,
in foaming masks
of blood
he basks
A death of beauty
as ether flies,
the buzzards watch
as spirit denies,
a lasting breath
right to last,
and his appetite
grows vast
All to survive
watching
the weak,
awaiting
their date,
death is fleeting but
supper is made,
magnolia leaves
are floating to bay,
this conundrum of dreams
but who’s to say
A Native with
the lancing spear
wreathed in snakes,
bead to eye
now buzzards in
some dinner make,
reflex-ed out
in bone to ground,
oozing to
not breathe a sound,
as death did greet
old friends eyes,
they smiled and said
‘You took awhile’
The man growls,
forbidding death to take hold,
his mate on his arm,
flailing in the cold,
rushing away from the darkness,
the best they could,
avoiding death as they should,
he wanted her alive,
but he would abandon her,
if she continued slowing him down,
as they headed for hire ground,
it’s every man for himself,
during the end of days.
His skin hardened and black,
scars ripped and stained his back,
his eyes were deeply set,
as he tried heading into safety.
The night birds saw them as prey,
he looked at his mate without a word to say,
he dropped her down and left her behind,
but in his heart he really wanted to stay.
The cold would consume her, he thought,
and death would be the last thing to cross her face,
but that wasn’t the case,
he went over the mountains,
there he met the his doom,
he should have stayed with his mate,
as the Angels of Heaven poured down and rescued her,
as it was her fate,
his doom,
her faith,
his gloom.