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I stood on the Ivory Towers.
I watched them breathe power.
They called it holy.
A secret grail.
A doorway to the unseen.
They sniffed control.
They inhaled dominance.
Their voices changed.
A new frequency.
Enough to hypnotize nations.
In the Parliament of the Few,
they toasted in silence.
“Let this be forbidden,” they said.
“Let it belong only to us.”
Power must stay sacred.
Power must stay rare.
I walked among artists.
Musicians.
Inventors.
Politicians.
All drinking shadows in the dark.
All seeking the same fire.
Then I understood.
The drug was not the master.
The heart was.
The fool multiplied foolishness.
The criminal multiplied crimes.
And the world called it normal.
God gave us keys.
Gateways to other realms.
But the wicked stole them.
They preach purity in daylight.
They feast on fear at night.
They say it destroys.
But fear destroys more.
Fear kills the soul.
Fear chains the mind.
The gods of cocaine never lie.
Their rule is our reflection.
A broken society.
A trembling people.
Was a drug not meant to heal
when guided by wisdom?
The gods must be mad.
Or perhaps we are.
Let the wise rise.
Let the pure in spirit enter.
For God’s hidden temple
opens only to those
who fear nothing.
I am the master of my body I think until I realize nicotine has taken over
she is in charge now.
she decides whether my day will be full of cheer.
I did not think I could crave something as much as I do her.
Smoking was something I learned to do by example – both parents.
their home is a reminder that there is a brokenness somewhere.
my breath, my lungs, my habit; it all causes me to have a temper.
when nicotine is not available. I need my fix you see.
I would like to see a possible victory, but with dismay I admit.
I can barely grasp the lies I tell of my smoking life.
there is a loss of something, I am not sure what, but I see better.
others do not hold the chains of addiction. They are mine to deal with.
what chance do I have to kick this habit? I am fearing no chance at all.
In Gaza's streets, where silence screams
A humanitarian crisis, a people's dreams
Unheard voices, lost in the pain
As bombs fall hard, and hope wanes
The world stands by, a distant hum
As lives are lost, and freedom's undone
Children weep, their future unsure
Their cries echo, but who's listening for?
Protesters rise, with voices bold
Demanding justice, for a story untold
But they're met with force, with chains and pain
Their courage crushed, their voices vain
Gaza's land, a story old
Palestinian hearts, with a history told
Displacement, occupation, and strife
A people's struggle, a long, hard life
The international community, a distant shore
Their words are hollow, as Gaza's people roar
No justice comes, no peace is found
As the world watches, Gaza's life dwindles down
But still we rise, with voices loud
For justice, freedom, and a future proud
We'll stand with Gaza, through every test
For humanity's sake, we won't find rest
Let's break the silence, let's shatter the chains
For Gaza's people, we'll rise above the pain
We'll stand as one, with hearts united strong
For justice, peace, and a future where all belong
Unattached chains set me free
No captivating bonds to hold me
Free of mind for a new restart
Give someone worthy my heart
Demons have been laid to rest
A knife removed from my breast
That pierced a tender heart often
No loving words to soften
No loving eyes there to see
To gently watch over me
As I always did for thee
There, I would faithfully be
No regrets of misspent youth
In my heart I know the truth
Deep love and loyalty so real
Time now for old scars to heal
Passage of time held the key
Shackles unlocked to be free
Heart to soar and take to flight
Horizon ahead gleaming bright
Time to leave the past behind
Cherished memories enshrined
Farewell - forever I will adore
But unrequited love no more
What America is About
Liberty Enlightening the World
(La Liberté éclairant le monde)
Overlooking New York Harbor.
A gift from France, cast in copper
To commemorate French and American alliance
In shared ideals of freedom and democracy,
For which many sacrificed bravely.
Upon the pedestal wearing sandals and a toga,
Lady Liberty walks on the chains of bondage,
Bearing a beacon and a tablet
Declaring the date of America’s Independence:
“We are Americans from Lexington and Concord
To Philadelphia; that is what America is about!”
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Notes:
The “Statue of Liberty” is a copper statue of the Roman goddess “Libertas” that was designed by the French sculptor Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi (1834–1904). It was given to the people of the United States of America by France to commemorate the friendship and shared ideals between the two nations (dedication ceremonies took place on October 28, 1886). The statue is located on Liberty Island (formerly known as Bedloe’s Island) in New York Harbor, U.S.A.
The American Revolutionary War, aka the American War of Independence (1775–1783), officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Paris on September 3, 1783, in Paris, France, between Britain and the thirteen American colonies (Patriots). Three years later, on July 4, 1776 (July IV, MDCCLXXVI), the Second Continental Congress of the United Colonies adopted the Declaration of Independence. On September 9, 1776, the name was changed to the United States of America.
Oh golden haired child who ran the field
where daisies bloomed beneath the open sky
beside the lakes the clouded reflections yield
the times of yesterday which did pass us by
Somewhere lost to us among the meadows song
there our freedom from the cities roam
where the lady bugs and dragon flies fly on
lost to us this place where the heart is home
Seeds of dandelion do ballet upon the breeze
where the deer and fawn search a lily meal
in that summer that ran into the autumn leaves
and to that place would now I gladly steal
And lay to memory a time what pleasant spent
before a cavern dark crept upon the sun
and the rays of light into the darkness went
and wandered we to the place undesired come
Where with heavy heart walked a road of pitch
laid the light to rest within the finer times
where happiness was rolled into a muddy ditch
a waltz of drudgery enslaved our lives outlines
Had never I known joy until your face I saw
untouched and untainted no untrust you knew
perfect in your innocence not yet having flaw
before you would learn the evil that men do
But the chains of man are difficult to break
since we were children told we had no choice
the internal struggles mind and heart we make
then remember we its truth we need to voice
Through the walls of brick forth its waters burst
broke down the dam that mankind has erected
quenched the parched land where everywhere is thirst
to accept this offer which formerly I rejected
Now my heart has settled into this open room
like a slow dance where I hold you fast
where love comes softly like a bride and groom
in inner chamber is sealed the loves that last
And cleave it did to soften hardened heart
to consider our lives upon the silver strand
and its benevolence of instruction did impart
a force eternal just like a guiding hand
source ..the golden haired child
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
We all possess this innate urge to leave our mark:
sculptors grasp the chisel;
a dog raises its leg.
Uncertain is the way - the night is dark.
Passions often fizzle.
Both fertile and futile describe an egg.
What is the force that drives this existential urge?
Answers surely varied
as whorls within a print,
and so we race to beat that mournful dirge.
Haunted, driven, harried,
our heads down, burning fuel in a dead sprint.
To be the first, the most, the best, or something more:
it is a lonely way
along a thorny path,
and none are there to help us with the door.
We keep the world at bay,
and those who offer help incur our wrath.
For those who only seek a fellow’s word of praise,
depression lies ahead
far more than times of joy.
Crushing disappointment heavily weighs
when harsh words roost instead,
dashing false pride and seeking to destroy.
The motive I think best is simply to be known.
Immortalized? Ha, no!
A rock may make a splash,
but afterwards, it sinks and is alone,
lifeless, nowhere to go,
forced to look up and watch time’s daily flash.
To walk in someone’s shoes while shouldering their pack,
to bear each other's pains:
indelible, this ink.
For though you will soon walk divergent tracks,
bound up, though not by chains,
each takes along the other now, methinks.
Beloved, notice carefully what has transpired:
indelible indeed,
imprinted on them both.
So when you’re feeling hopeless, downcast, tired,
and very much in need,
receive their helping hand and aid their growth.
Morning
(Clouds in the distance.)
The sun rises,
I watch from the wood porch.
I have been up for hours... waiting.
Unsure of the reason,
other than the fact that I am here.
What do I need?
I have already asked?
Again...
The same as before,
but different.
Healing for the weak,
faith for the unsteady...
Strength for the small,
and humility for the tall.
Repentance for the world,
every soul a different dime,
time to unwind...
"What the song should be."
It is also the time to be kind...
and know that some will...
never see.
They will be left, behind.
Gather your family, call to your friends...
make your amends, to known enemies.
This day and every day will be counted.
The history will be taken down,
changed by those that lie,
but the truth is in the pie.
Giants eating the bones of the past,
small minds confronted with their legacy,
it is a matter of grace in infancy.
Look to the heavens every moment of every day.
The King has unleashed the storm.
Fear not, only believe,
to be free of chains...
born again...
as he calls your name,
before the rain.
God bless your day...
Father, let the hardened hearts grow soft,
Break chains of sin, lift burdens off.
Let those who wander find their way,
Through mercy’s light of dawn’s new day.
I plead for souls who walk in night,
Let love restore their fading sight.
No wound is greater than Your grace,
No past too dark for You to face.
Through change, O Lord, redeem the lost,
Show them the worth that bore the Cross.
Wash them in rivers, pure and wide,
Hold them forever by Your side.
Let every tear be seed for bloom,
Let every step cast off the gloom.
And bring them home, redeemed, renewed—
Forever bound in love with You.
Today, in the mirror of the world, we lose our steps through ideologies,
For reality does not conform to any pre-established template.
Life, like a magical river, flows beyond boundaries,
A hidden mystery in shadows, an ever-unfathomable enigma.
People, tireless seekers of meanings,
Stir the heavens and the earth for concealed lights,
But truth reveals itself only when reason fades,
Life takes shape only when we see it as a spell.
Under the starry sky, smiles and tears are silver threads,
Weaving the fabric of unseen time, sincere diadems.
In the dance of deep desires, we lose ourselves in enigmatic contours,
And only by letting ourselves be carried by the wave, does life unveil its magic.
Without seeking clear answers, we venture through secret corners,
Where only the heart can see and the soul can grasp.
Only this way, in the waltz with the unknown, do we discover what it means to be,
To be one with the clouds, the wind, and the stars that shine eternally.
In the chains of ideologies, we lose our essence, becoming pale shadows,
But beyond them, life, pure and simple, awaits us with open arms.
Like a whispered song from the depths of the cosmos, a siren's trill,
Only when we fully open ourselves can we truly love.
Life, this mystery that requires no explanation, only deep living,
In its hidden stillness, we find the true light of the soul.
Through the eyes of love, without fear, without masks of ephemeral thoughts,
We discover that meaning is a wonder that passes through the canvas of stars.
Thus, we abandon the desperate search for a finite sense,
We embrace the mystery, and find ourselves in the waves of eternity.
For life does not reveal itself in thoughts, but in profound feelings,
And when we lose ourselves in the unknown, we find ourselves in the infinite.