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I can still feel autumn lingering in the clouds and the birds are flying restlessly about, the leaves are still hanging on the tree holding court with the squirrels in dugout boat as they wait patiently on the shore for winter to set in.
It was just yesterday that ambition turned into a clown and start running a marathon around the town wooing passion in the street and gathering what is left of the Christmas fleet.
The moisture is drying out of the air and there is little semblance of hope left over there but they wait patiently for winter to come.
The migration caravan is on the road, marching though country, city state and town. You must take your cue from the happenings around you and prepare for the master is drawing near.
A multitude of them are crossing the bridge with babies on breast, babies in strollers and father carrying children on their shoulder. They band together in groups and rest together when the temperature increased, with blistered feet and courage up their sleeve they were determine to cross over in America.
The journey has life in its feet and something unusual is about to erupt in the street, the cars are running up and down the road picking up and dropping off passengers all around, a strange heat is radiating from the sun and it is scorching the leaves on the tree and forced the birds to migrant out of the town.
when destiny is drawing near it will speak to you in many different ways. observe what is going on around you.
Sweat is streaming down my back and the chirping bird are leaving but the stubborn ones have planted their feet in the ground but they will be severely burnt from their hard headed frown.
What on earth is going on? The earth is vomiting sweet juice on the lawn, and something is forming beyond the hill, and you must sit still and observe it. The heat is fading away and winter is coming my way.
I can feel the cold air blowing in my back and something in the clouds is falling to the ground; in seconds a white world stood around me reminiscing its age-old sin.
I COULD HAVE BEEN…
in Israel
my heart
with Israel
with Americans
who have lost loved
ones…been kidnapped
I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE
we had a plan
am I glad of my escape
my family doesn’t have to worry
but my heart is there
is there under the earth
in craven caverns
in the despair
of an army of civilians
forced to suffer
a holo-cost!
can you hear
the babies crying
old women’s bones, groaning
women scared to pieces
for their little ones
brave soldiers
those civilians
As they shudder
is God setting up the cell
for those who will end up
in hell forever-
those who would take
the celebrants
that danced, laughed,
praised just a few moments before.
They will again…
but for now we weep,
keep vigil and
vigilant.
LIES ARE TOLD AND INSULTS HURLED
DARKNESS COVERS ALL OUR WORLD
TRUTH IS CURSED AND HATE CONCEAL
THE GOOD MUST ASK IF GOD IS REAL
MEN OF MIGHTY POWER RULE
TO WIN THE DAY THEY MUST BE CRUEL
WARS ARE LOST AND SOME ARE WON
BUT DEATH PREVAILS BELOW THE SUN
THE HONEST MEN ARE TOLD TO COWER
BY THOSE THAT HAVE THE AWFUL POWER
THE PAIN IS GREAT AND MAKES THEM FEEL.
IF GOD ABOVE IS REALLY REAL
BABIES DIE, AND MOTHERS CRY
AND ALL WE DO IS WONDER WHY
IS THERE REASON WHY WE FEEL
TO ASK IF GOD IS REALLY REAL
WHEN ALL SEEMS LOST
AND HOPE SEEMS SQUASHED
YOU DEAL WITH LIFE’S UNCERTAINTY
IT’S OK TO FEEL THE PAIN
WHEN LOVED ONES MEET ETERNITY
AND IN THE NIGHT NO GOD IN SIGHT
YOUR SOUL CRY'S OUT RELENTLESSLY
BUT THEN A VOICE THAT’S STRONG AND CLEAR
TELLS YOU NOT TO BE IN FEAR
THE VOICE IS CALM AND VERY KIND
IT TAKES COMMAND OF SOUL AND MIND
KNOW WITH CERTAIN CLARITY
HIS WORK IS DONE UNERRINGLY
IT TELLS YOU THAT THESE THINGS MUST BE
TO WEAVE OUR HUMAN TAPESTRY
HAVE FAITH AND LIVE WITH CERTAINTY
THAT ALL WILL END JUST PERFECTLY
ONE DAY OUR GOD WILL THEN REVEAL
TO ALL THAT HE IS REALLY REAL
My dogs look at me and I know what they say
Go away, shut up so we can play
They look at me with those adoring eyes
And know how to get their prize
They know how to manipulate my soul
Have me under their full control
They will bark at me if they want something
Will bully me until I start succumbing
They dare me to challenge them
No shouting or condemn
They will answer me with attitude
Expecting me to show gratitude
They are so damn cute
And an absolute hoot
They are the rulers of my world
Without them I would be twirled
They keep me going everyday
They are kind and gentle, not when they play
They can communicate
And can educated
Into their way of thinking
Without over thinking
They are my fur babies
All cute as daisies
Secrets so secret we dare not share
from our friends who are not really there
My little brother sees them the most
in his little head, he thinks them ghost
One is a pretty lady with a shrill laugh
the other a short fat fellow with sense to lack
The woman never smiles with her eyes so pale
the fellow is jolly and arrives with a chill
Our parents cannot see them and wonder why
my little brother and I whisper and seem to hide
We go out to the pond and stand by the reeds
my little brother sees her first and grows weak in the knees
A sound like old soft music hums in the breeze
then a coolness as we chuckle for the fat fellow sneezed
We can't move for we are bewitched by her stare
over the pond, the wind blows her dark raven hair
Something unseen tugs me to step towards the water's edge
suddenly I see her sweet smile and the fat fellow ridge
Another step and I almost slip into the water below
but my little brother pulls me back at the gasp of the fellow
The lady vanishes while biting her lip
and the little fellow fades as he turns and trips
My brother warns me lets tell mom
I shake my head and assure him to be calm
Days to weeks to months go by
and the two secret friends become a forgotten lullaby
Our parents don't worry for we boys seem normal again
as my brother and I laugh and play without those friends
Then one summer's eve my brother froze in silent fright
a deep chill seemed to swallow the night
We both saw the little fat fellow alone
waving us on to further leave our home
Go to the woods for we have more secrets to share
follow me boys, don't be babies acting scared
I step forward but fall to my face
as my brother trips me and begs our escape
I look at him with scorn and raise my hand to strike
than goosebumps made me quiver from a shrill scream of fright
We both ran fast home and slept with the covers over tight
after we told our mom about the secret friends that night
We never saw them again
and new homes now cover that patch of woodland
Please excuse me for trying to pre-empt the censors that now live among us. I hope that my meaning is clear.
A Much Better One
The world's always been, as it is now,
a very se***l place. Organisms, in all their variety,
be f****n'. It's what assures reproduction.
So why do so many humans in the US of A
have an unhealthy fixation on such a natural function?
Even a natural body uncovered by clothing
sets these small minds all a twitter.
A br***t bared to nurture an infant has been seen by too many as somehow obscene.
I see this as proof of our utter disconnection from the real sources of life.
And I haven't even broached the subject of pleasure. What we each feel when we play with our c***s or our pu****s. Some of us from a very young age.
Why is so much of this covered under a blanket of titters and denial? If this is a natural function who will it, exactly, defile?
Why do we choose to constantly hover above the ground floor of reality?
If I'm denied the right to speak freely about the human condition who does it save? Who is being protected from whom?
Who, exactly, are those who are killing our global sisters and brothers without showing any real mercy? And how are they still being allowed to do this?
Why isn't this seen for the utter disconnection from the real sources of life that it is?
And... when I speak of f*****g... and women baring their br***ts to nurture their babies... why is my right to speech all of a sudden denied?
Perhaps it is time that we rethought our values. And became more connected. And became less supportive of those killing our sisters and brothers. And became more proactive in finding ways to making the world we were given into a much better one.
They move, quick and sure,
In a line, they cross the road
Like short, grey gentlemen
The noise that protests
Screeching vigilantly, violently
Like a relentless cough
Echoes on the edges of fences
That edge the pastures
They savor the ticks and mosquitoes
Lingering a little at the puddle
Caused by a hard rain just yesterday
The candor that gives them
Almost a enchanted demeanor
Causes the turkeys and chickens to flush
Bright rose, like the musical feel
That appeals to the senses
Who listen quietly to their screaming
They hunt for nests in the woods
Searching forest floor for green grass
That will hold the hard shells of their babies
The miracle isn’t in the way they play
A melody of ear-piercing music
But in the way they seem to share
Their moments of wisdom
With fowl, both hen and turkey
Their prudence is more clever
Than they are aware of
They are speedy, wise birds
Who know their place on the farm
Fill the silence with shrieks of merriment
The guineas are both fast and full
Of musical laughter that color the fields
In pale gold with emerald edges
Softening the breath of those who know
These wise hens cast a shadow
Of pure peace with their charmed cries
They are the life of the farm
A piece of poetry on the grange
Welcoming guests to feel their grace
There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence.
He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth and that his land would forever more be as silent as snow. To enforce this impossible law he sent countless envoys to every corner of the land. Every creature was informed. No birds can sing. No dogs must bark. No man, woman or child could speak their needs and must now make them known by signs. Even the very thunder was ordered to be mute.
The penalty of course was death. Few were able to obey.
Flocks of birds were shot from the heavens. Dogs were slain before their master’s eyes. All the trees were stripped of leaves lest the wind should sigh through them. Brooks were frozen so water could not splash or gurgle down the stream beds.
It was like a permanent winter with bare trees and frozen ground.
Children at play were wiped out without mercy. Cows being herded were bombed for lowing. This unmerciful killing went on for many years.
The merest sound so angered the King that he ordered atrocious punishments for offenders that he did not kill.
The talents of artist were in great demand as they painted cards for all occasions for people to flash. in lieu of speaking. The effect on the population was to cause the formation of many covert societies where secret meetings, when betrayed, were raided and countless murders committed by the ‘silence’ enforcers.
The King was greatly feared by everyone and dubbed “Snowman - the Silencer”
Generations of good people were wiped out. Countless noisy species were hunted to extinction. Music was never heard or played.
Silent clocks were invented. Sound-proof rooms were built. Some desperate parents, to protect their children, opted to have their babies larynx-es removed at birth.
The King was surrounded by silent apathetic, joyless subjects.
The King’s obsession had effectively destroyed all the people, the life and the environment around him.
How much easier it would have been, if he, in wanting silence had only thought to destroy his own eardrums.
One step closer to finishing the project,
The deadline is fast approaching,
and it has to be perfect.
Working hours after hours not to fall behind,
The family is eating dinner—another night without Mom, no need to remind.
Keeping an eye on the clock, eight o’clock is approaching;
The boss demands a tête-à-tête.
The pounding in your head makes you fret,
Another migraine and the aura of a halo.
Punching out won’t be before 11 p.m.—you just know.
You pull up a chair and place the folders on the table,
Your stomach grumbles, and your mind is on the stale bagel
In the fridge, in a brown paper bag.
Working for the almighty dollar is the price tag,
Leaving the house, leaving your family behind,
Desperately trying to keep your nose to the grind.
Full speed ahead, feeling like a hamster on the spinning wheel;
You should be at home bathing your babies, but instead, you feel like a heel.
Running as fast as you can,
Leaving your world behind as you go over the plan.
The boss lady reminds you that many have fallen behind,
No job is secure—it can be transferred and assigned
To the younger crowd climbing the ladder,
Not trying to make you feel sadder.
The clock of time falls behind each year,
Just be happy if you make it another year.
Full speed ahead or fall behind—
Just those two options, no peace of mind.
The years sped by, and the seasons come and go,
The family is all grown now, and your gait is slow.
So many regrets swirl through your head;
The deadlines of yesterday were not here to stay.
If I could snap my fingers, my life would have been full of delays.
I would have fallen behind while bathing my babies,
I would have fallen behind enjoying the daisies,
I would have fallen behind when I had a full house.
Now, the days are long as you gaze at your spouse;
The irony of what we think is important
No longer matters as you spread Ben Gay—it’s the most absorbent.
The aches and pains are a constant reminder
As you make your way to your favourite recliner.
Flashing lights of neon blue, sirens loudly roared
Neighbours gathered in the street
Wondering if anybody saw?
Confusion as the ambulance opens wide it's doors
She's carried out under white cotton sheets
As her teddy falls to the floor
It was just another Saturday
Began much as the rest
Daddy in the garden
Drinking beer in his old stringed vest
Mom was in the kitchen
Keeping out of sight
He did'nt need an excuse
To cause a bloody fight
Tammy in her bedroom
Another drink for daddy
His mood was getting dark
It would not be much longer
Before the beatings start
He staggered to the Kitchen
Slurring as he spoke
He had a grin upon his face
But this mood was no joke
He grabbed his wife
He threw her
Her head hitting against the wall
She lost consciousness so quickly
Remembers little of what she saw
Heading to the bedroom
Cursing Tammy's name
She knew that he was coming
Froze from playing dolly games
Roughly he had grabbed her
A slap, a push, a punch
Daddy was never to be blamed
It's only cause he's drunk
Eventually it happens
They go that bit to far
Sometimes they forget
They should not leave a bruise or scar
Tammy never woke up
She was still
So pale and red
Her mother screaming chillingly
God no, my babies dead
I guess blaming there genetics
Seems an easy get out clause
If your generation beat you
Then of cause, you should beat yours
But choice and responsibility
Love care and respect
Surly they too are genetic
And as powerful as the rest
Just as transformation
From what's lost to what is found
In Regeneration of the severed soul
As faith and hope abound
Tammy's mom picked up her teddy bear
She holds it with a rose
Standing by her daughters grave
As the guilt within her grows