Employing the Wind
The red-tailed hawk sails across
the backdrop of the April blue sky
Employing the wind as he defies gravity
with the gesture of his tail and ease of his conscience
His great wings reaching out for abundance
as he scans the ocean of green grass below
with its occasional island of trees
herded together many seasons ago
from the might of the farmer’s plow
The field mouse scurries across the pasture
circumventing the patchwork of cow patties.
Employing the wind as he gages his path
with the twitch of his nose and the whip of his tail
His tiny soundless feet carrying him into the abyss
With nothing to assure him but his own intentions.
Racketeers scheming dishonest fraudulent dealings
Having no remorse for other peoples feelings
This is just how they are to keep themselves and theirs
With no empathy they are whilst setting up their lairs…
Delivering deceitfulness only to obtain
Benefits from others so others will maintain…
A state of modesty for generosity gages peace
Whilst the partners push them along-only proving both are cheats.
Don’t think that you are foolish for having trusting ears
For they plot the lot of them those rampant racketeers.
Have mercy and have pity for those that are beneath
For they have lost a higher helm to lie behind tacked teeth.
Splenderous scent, dazzling emerald eyes, smoke and flames, melting with desire.
Red lights flashing, I'm on fire, crashing through the mirror, Danger zone! I'm under
her spell, magical fingers touching me everywhere. Suciside curves, long red hair
wrapped around my body, reeling me in, soft angel skin, oh such a sin.
Leather and lace, satin and silk, can't catch my breath, don't have a clue where's up
or down. One thing for certain, I'm in melt down, all gages are red, looks like I'm in
over my head. Can't focus my eyes, heart is thumping like a giant jack hammer. Time
to pull the rip-cord, I'm bailing out, screaming I love you in an echoing shout.
Landed on the floor right next to my bed, sweat on my forehead, wild eyed looking
all around. Don't smell a thing, don't hear a sound. Was all this a dream? Can't
figure it out, do know this, it was eerily real. I cruised the Danger zone, oh man
what a thrill!
All through the ages,
I see My brothers in pain,
They struggle for wages,
And won't see their gain,
They get locked up in cages,
And think their praying's in vain,
When they go off in their rages,
It drives us women insane,
Then We get given these 'pages',
They say our cell's in our brains,
Who appointed them sages
To keep pullin our chain?
By their opinions and gages,
We're merely fit to be slain,
Their main goal's to enslave,
On their ravenous train,
Jail gives the living a grave,
Whole families' dreams down the drain,
And there's a place for the brave,
That can't take this plight with a grain,
They know it's The GOD that We crave,
Since Abel got killed by Cain,
All these streets that they pave,
Lead way for Satan to reign,
GOD said We're worthy to save,
They say it's charged to the game,
HE was HIS OWN SON that HE gave,
To show LOVE We could obtain,
And through no-matter-what rave,
Our true Self We could maintain'
Young Brothers make Your name!
Knowin Some One's felt Your Pain!!!
The twist
The creak
The echo of footsteps
The heartbeat
Heavy
The darkness
The gripling fear
The droplets of water
One
by
One
The noose suspended from the ceiling
The chair beneath it
The step
The fall
The gages
The chokes
The breath rushing out
Then silence
The suicide
This space becomes a pressing malice
to which death rapes the beautiful girls
into submissive screaming.
There can’t be a breath of fresh pain
to suffocate this kindness.
Because life begins to die
as soon as the breathing stops.
I fume in the burning rage of salient slicing to which gages the envy.
Hate keeps the blood from staining my clothes because my clothes are my nakedness.
I feel not a pin prick in this gash that is my perversion .
Numbness cuts this distaste against this wall of bloody suicide.
So now my end is the beginning
for nothing in my words describes
the space of violence in my head.
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