She held on to her blue jeans
From our younger, college days
With peace signs painted on each back pocket
And that worn-almost-every-day fade
But thirty years and four grown kids
Changed her girlish shape
Still those jeans hung in our closet
In a most prominent place
She dreamt of one day wearing them again
Pouring herself inside them like before
I tried to always reassure her
It’s the woman inside that I adore
Now illness has a way
Of removing unwanted pounds
Though not the way she planned it out
She could fit them on again she found
The quilt we made in her memory
Has many patches from times in her life
The peace signs on denim pockets
Are the patches that I most like
Bombing for peace is like raping for virginity,
Repeated phrase gives peace unity.
Remind me God, where is the utility?
The love we give has no virginity.
Concatenate munition for factuality,
Its just complete, its all vitality.
Some days I just want to scream
And scream
And scream
And get all of these voices
Out of my head.
I just want them all to go
To go out and far away
I just want some peace and quiet
I just really, really want
some peace and quiet.
No voices from the outside
No voices from the inside
Some days I just want to scream
And scream
And scream
A basic primordial scream
Until I can’t anymore.
Until I’m lying down on the floor
And I can wrap myself in me.
A comfortable place to be
And then I can go to sleep
And not hear anymore voices.
(November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
It is our duty to struggle for the return of our land
It is our duty to cooperate and be one hand.
It is our duty to spread peace in our nation.
And stop the violence and avoid the separation.
It is our duty to fight our enemy.
And beat the arrogance and the hegemony.
We should prove that we are not a scapegoat.
And that we have a great cultural thought.
It is our duty to prove our existence.
Even if it is by defense and resistance.
It is our duty to return the civilians` rights.
Even if it requires entering in wars or fights.
We seek peace and security.
But defending our land is a priority.
The meaning of life is unclear
We can’t find out, we’re not even near.
Life is truly very unfair.
The only solution left is simple: don’t care,
If not then it’s just too much to bear.
Having an image of peace is an illusion
A public distraction only to end with a horrid conclusion.
The government, a corrupt icon
Use the people’s image of peace as a pawn
Only to kill your king and be gone.
The meaning of life… to make others suffer as much as possible
To avoid peace that seems attainable.
The empire soars on the back of a falcon,
Blinded with fame and power in mind
It preaches its principles serenaded with deception,
To the wind and ocean.
Yet peace is clutched in its claws but it refuses to open,
To open, these shapeless minds governed by false hope.
The empire soars and soars ever high on the back of a falcon,
Masked with and by deception yet peace is clutched in its claws,
Claws that anchor it down when it tries to touch the
Black star.
Please watch over our Soldiers in foreign lands.
Keep safe our loved ones and all our friends.
Watch over our children, whose mommy's and daddy's went to war.
Please help them to understand what mommy and daddy are fighting for.
Bless all the families and friends of our Fallen Soldiers.
Help them find a sense of peace and some closure.
Bless the life of all the mothers and fathers.
Who have lost their sons and/or daughters.
Help guide the children so they will know,
That their mommy or daddy died as a true American Hero.
Hold tight in your hands, the heart of the Soldiers Wife.
Give her peace and understanding all throughout her life.
As for the Soldiers still over there fighting in the war,
Please GOD, keep them safe, we don't want to loose any more.
A hush of silence settles down,
Broken by the soft gurgling waters,
Mellowed by the yogi's muted chants,
Without a soul to hinder his prayer;
Intellect perceptions intact,
Awake to supreme joys of knowledge,
Remains calm in tranquility,
Unhindered by all the worldly lusts;
Attains eternal peace within,
Karma of knowledge and devotion.
Gita: Eternal Peace Chapter 2 verse 70
Alittle Magic
I found this little magic rock.
Everyone that touched it sure did talk.
The truth is what they all told.
Some were hurtful and some spoke bold.
Others talked of their true loves.
All been taken by heaven above.
No more lies were ever told.
For some their lives turned quite cold.
They never said one nice word.
And then one day this bird flew by.
Most beautiful bird in the sky.
He dropped something from far above.
I picked it up, it was a glove.
And so I slide it on my hand.
And waved around to all the land.
And made a sign for all to see.
My two fingers said Peace to thee.
The truth and peace in all the land.
Be kind and loving to fellow man.
May the Lord’s shining light,
Guide you through the darkest of nights,
When you are in that valley so low,
And don’t know which way to go.
May you know the peace that He has planned only for you,
In your days filled with turmoil, He is there to guide you through.
With peace in your heart and love in your eye,
Placed there by the Master when only we try.
Surrender is not bad when we surrender to Him,
But a new way of life, to Him you are the most precious of gems.
His love is the greatest gift that you can ever receive,
All it takes is a simple thing called faith and the will to believe.
So when you feel lost and alone, troubled and weak,
Defeat has left you feeling humble, saddened, and bleak,
Just call out His name and lay your burdens at His feet,
Then you’ll know why the taste of surrender is so precious and sweet.
As in sheets, sheared time is laid
forever dream-weaving in sweet sage
lasting breaths to aching pleas
sleeves of soul sway in the breeze
Falling leaves are grazing check
caressing gentle as softly sleeps
Lillie’s teasing arising to greet
milking petals beneath my feet
Kisses brush my mouth to seep
eternal passion from nights weep
supplicating to familiar eyes
saying adieu before the sigh
Magical life is drifting behind
unknown ages splendor-ed in kind
closing windows,and dropping the drapes
eternity comes as my loom is shaped
Fantasy remade into the real
unicorns prancing in the fields
faeries are skipping and jumping rope
every turn a boon,a fulfillment of hope
Wishes aplenty are winking from trees
A man on the moon is in love with the sea
And resting at peace in yonder light
a future is dreaming,what we’ll never sight
In Cathedrals these magical beings advise
and peace is no dream,its breathing new life
I watch the clouds as they drift by
Like nameless faces in the sky
They quiet all in me that’s loud
As they drift by I watch the clouds
Like the rain I shed my tears
For I have finally faced my fears
Bringing peace to what was insane
I shed my tears like the rain
As raindrops fall the river flows
Nourishing the flower as it grows
I have found peace in it all
The river flows as raindrops fall
The river drains into the sea
As I learn to be all I can be
Set free from all my pains
Into the sea the river drains