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I am in the middle of nowhere without a gun, bullets, bow or spear, the philistine are coming upon me and an angry crowd is moving towards the square.
You have got to help me to get out of here, for the second judgment is drawing near and nothing on the island will be speared; prepare your evacuation route and get a comfortable pair of walking shoes.
Daylight greets me like dew dripping from a motionless tree
And the sun with its candid smile emerges from its resting place and in seconds it starts to blaze. I walked in circles to purge the heat from my body, but it kept filtering out in the street and a big celebration began in the square.
This is the irony that I never fear, I know that something good was going to happen but I could tell where, and when the sun came out my spirit began to shout and the crowd in the square reminds me that destiny was near.
The desert heat spreads its warmth all over the city and anger
Turn into a smile and the big band was standing by, the food trucks start rolling in and the vendor start to sing, the people kept coming and the desert was filled with canopy.
It is the magic that sometimes happens when life takes you on a winding journey, the fragility of the wind fizzle out when you move about and the pleasure of life takes you where you wants to go, you never could imagine that you could be part of the show.
Can you feel what I feel the moment is real, just listen to the flute and it will remind you of your youth, when you climb the hills and valleys and the elements in the sky whispers a sweet lullaby.
I am standing on real earth and gravity is under my feet
It is where we ought to be, close to the fish that swims in the sea.
And when the vastness of life surrounds you and night falls
You will leave the desert wall and take a ride out to the middle of sea and the moonlight will have a dialogue with thee. Just I and you sitting there absorbing the pleasure of the salty air.
I am nowhere in the middle of nowhere because you are here
And the moon sprinkle its light over the calm sea and the desert heat melt with passion for thee, and it all came together without a doubt and at last we could celebrate history.
Come and join the desert crew something special is waiting for you.
Remembering when
Perched high above on rocky crags
Cliffs weathered by times handprints
I saw far and wide to distant shores
Tendrils of desire radiating outwards
Riding the briny mist
Being carried by the breath of the ocean, my constant companion
Hearing the distant voices, the silent tears
The bursts of passion ~ love and loss
I ride the wings of hope and change
Towards the beckoning landscape of
Creation, mystery, and nuance
A vibration fills the air
The quiet chanting of our ancient brothers and sisters
Their words floating in effervescent bubbles
Tinged with melodies so clear
We are one ~ We are here
Let us bathe you in light
Let us heal your wounds
Let us give you hope
We are all mirrors of one another
We share one breath
We are connected like the mycelium under the ground
Our journey is peaceful
Come to us with your pain, your heartache,
Your fear and your loss
We are here to listen
Our ears and hearts are open
You have come to a safe sanctuary to reveal your secrets
Your darkness, your desires, and your bliss
Without judgement
This is a time of renewal
Tiny green hummingbird lays lifeless on the ground
Surrounded by new life
Glittering musical notes sound as
Pink butterflies gather
Gentle wind of wings bringing change
Warm rain falls as we make our way
Through the kaleidoscopes of turquoise, teal, lime and chartreuse
Sunlight reflections
Moss, furry seedlings, and ferns
Intertwine dancing in the shafts of light
A steady illuminated procession
Sweat running down our bodies
We are a train of humanity pushing forward
Through the dense moist jungle
Coming upon a clearing to witness
The newborn baby girl wrapped in velvet greenery
A majestic glowing beacon shining her light
On all of us
Howling
The chatter of monkeys as they scramble down limbs to join us
We feel her heartbeat
We meld into one another seamlessly
Swaying gently in unison
To honor, rejoice and celebrate
Receiving the gift of what it is to be human
Slowly the child is lifted into the air
Aloft on fingertips of joy
The Circle of Life begins
And we return to the simple act
Of loving and giving to one another
Into eternity
brothers we be, brother we be free
brothers we be
brother we be free
me and lil bro would have these sword fights
yelling fight to our deaths
yelling to the victor gets Kristina the neighbor's daughter
we were young
about ten
drawing inspiration from each other
and being heroes someday we be
we also put words in Kristina's mouth
she didn't mind, she was like us
this was back in the late 60's
in the land of the midnight sun, Norway
it was also during a time in history
of the viet nam war where these Americans were being protested against
numerous time, i remember,
the house windows being spray painted and broken
brothers we be
brother we be free
we also faced hostility from neighboring kids, much older kids
to the sword fights we go
we fought gallantry
with our little weenie sticks we would fought with so much
gallantry, so gallantry
the kind we would roast weenies and marshmallows on
we were Spartans, fighting passionately
honing our skills for these mean kids
and let me tell you those weenie sticks hurt
it hurt our backside when i sliced off mom's roses
let me tell you
brothers we be
brother we be free
we were also mischief
stealing dads cigs and liquor
sneaking out late at night to our tree forth
one time with Kristina
and let me tell those tree forts hurt our backside
let me tell you, i kid you not
especially when Kristina's dad told ours, ouch
brothers we be
brother we be free
against the neighboring kid we held our own
let me tell, me and lil bro
earning respect on the fjords
fishing, canoeing, swimming
in winter
skiing, especially long jumping and hockey
summer months playing soccer
in time we were ingratiating ourselves with the hood
let me you we did
the best was taking a hike deep into the forest one day
coming upon an inhabited cabin
breaking in, stealing some reindeer horns, girly mags
cookies and sweets
it was passage of life, it forged memories
for two brothers that grew some balls, conviction
experience growing up fast to protect their honor against the hood
but mostly, mostly
brothers we be
brother we be free
connie pachecho
1/21/17
Once upon a time
In a vast kingdom of Modern land
Oddly not in a far far a way suburban
Was there a pretty girl
Prettier than the Venus, some claimed
Softer than petals of rose, maids alleged
She was skinny, not eating much
Her maintenance fee were low you might have thought
Her skin softened by Elizabeth Arden moisturizing cream
Her lips were pumped with filling injections so sleek
Red and juicy, arranged to be kissed
By the charming prince’s scruffy skin
Her eyes were bright with different shades of green
Evidently with the help of her favorite optometrist
Botox was her real friend next to her phone
To hide the frown lines even on her jawbones
Her dad had a heart stroke and sadly he died
They say natural cause, I’d say coming upon bills of cosmetic route
Stepmother being mean and nasty as narrators always would define
Didn’t pay for this nonsense no more, how unpleasant of her soul
Snow White of course slammed the door and left all behind
To seven guys for funding, as one she knew could never oblige
Dwarfs dug out diamonds day and night all the time
Their axes broke, their body became excessively sore
Grumpy was forced to take some anger management class
Sleepy went on anxiety pills so he could have a nap
Happy was no longer jolly, struggled with sever depression
Bashful forgot to be shy burst out at the end of the day
“We don’t want you here, please go back to where you descended to us!
Not even our diamonds can suffice this crazy course.”
evicted Snow white got a job at McDonald’s
Was grateful for every penny she gradually grossed
Real life is not about looks or pricy fashion
What dwells inside us has a greater passion
Nobody is expecting us to look like some cover girl image
God is smiling at our curves and flaws, take courage
You are beautiful just the way you naturally are
Won’t you love my big nose and squared jaws?
Feb 3, 2016
"I wrote this for the Once Upon a Time" contest but realized later that Snow White wasn't included in the theme... So here I am.. (With minor amnesia, I guess). Hope that you will like it :)
Why bother trying, You watch yourself dying, Crying out to God asking for advice, Help me find away to rejoice, Speak up and feel the noise, Only in away that He knows, And you cant explain, To Save you and take away the pain, You open your eyes and see the world is spinning, Trying to figure when am I gonna start winning, Sitting in a corner and your losing, Thinking why am I on this path that I'm choosing, You make one last cry for help?, But no ones around to answer......
Demons surround you, Nowhere to run, You look to the ground and you pick up that gun, Raise it to your head, But you can't pull the trigger, You place it out in front and start to fire, Thinking the bullets wont hit them and you don't believe they will only to call God a liar, Seeking away out, Time running short you scream and shout, Demons closing in stronger and awaiting a final attack, You stand your ground and try to fight back, But like a diamond in the rough, It Wasn't Enough......
Struggling to find peace within, You ask God to forgive you of your sins, Only to figure out its you, you can't forgive, Tension rises once again, You wonder is this the end? Fighting to survive with all your might, Suddenly day turns to night, Demons coming upon you, Your mind in fear you dont know what to do, You seek out a voice, Your ears filled with noise, Your eyes pin out Demons in all directions, Inching and inching ever so closely, You make one last cry for help, But no ones around to answer......
Once again the Demons surround you making escape a mere impossibility, You fall to your knee's and pray, Talking to God saying all you can say, You open your eyes and see a blinding light, Thus its the hand of God giving you the strength to stand up and fight, A war that lasted nearly a decade is coming to a close as it seems, But your still in question with those nightmarish dreams, The dreams bring you down but you try to stay tough, In the end, It Wasn't Enough......
As of tomorrow the our phone service is going to be off
and we have fallen behind on the power bill,
Since the holidays are approaching things with us have been tough
only just a hand-full of people know how we feel.
The cupboards are bare and empty
there is hardly any food to eat,
My little three year old son tells me that he is hungry
I then must get up and try to find him something to eat.
Thank God he loves peanut butter sandwiches!
if he did not we would be in trouble,
Thank God he even loves ham and bologna sandwiches!
if he did not we would be in serious trouble.
My husband needs to have a root canal
but the procedure is just so expensive!
He has opted instead for the dentist to just go on ahead and pull the tooth out
that way it will not be so expensive.
But, he still cannot come up with the needed cash
therefore, he has to wait until another time,
I do not know for how long our family can continue to last
because we are really experiencing some hard times.
We are still doing without running water in our home
it has been off for a year and two months now,
I do not know when my husband is going to get running water back in our home
but I tell you what, having to haul water is wearing my body down.
The times may seem so bleak and uncertain
but at least we are facing everything head on as a family,
The Lord above will eventually ease the weight of our burdens
just as long as we pray to Him and just continue to believe.
There is no use in me sharing any tears
there is no use in me getting all riled up and mad,
All I need to do is just take in a deep breath and just deal
with the situation that is at hand.
It is not going to be like this for always
things are going to look up soon,
Straight ahead of us are much better days
and they are coming upon us real soon.
Just one of those days, no sense in worrying
because everything is going to be all right.
Walking the streets of Dayton
Warning my city of the Lord’s soon arrival
Explaining the Mark of the Beast
And tribulation survival
What’s it gonna take to escape the things coming upon this earth?
I’ve been hearing stories about this time coming since my birth
All ears are peeled
Curiosity is peeked
The citizens of my city don’t want to be deceived
They don’t know who the Antichrist is
But they sure don’t like the President
Whenever his name is mentioned a sour look comes upon their faces
No matter who I speak with…
The Veterans, the widows, the elderly…
They say, “HELL NO! YOU’RE NOT GONNA PUT NO CHIP IN ME!”
They’re flaming mad and speak of rights and guns
This is my cause
This is my city
Their blood is on my hands
I must do what I am called to do
I must walk the streets of my city
Everyone must do their part to pave the way for the Messiah
Everyone must tell the masses what will happen if they are left behind
Don’t keep the truth from them
Let them have the raw facts
The U.N. troops are already here and they have their survival packs
The world leaders have their bomb shelters
And the little people have Jesus
Spread the gospel and love my city so they may escape all this
Destruction is coming, Dayton! Get your hearts right with the Messiah!
He is the only hope we have for tomorrow
He is on the other side of the sun rise
Repent and live holy
Surrender your will to the King
Get down upon your knees my neighbors
Make him your everything
What’s the Antichrist gonna promise you?
A drink of fresh water? Temporary shelter?
He only cares about killing off the human race quickly
And putting us all ten feet under
Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ
Be as wise as the Serpent and escape all these things!
Gwendolen Rix
9-30-14
LONESOME
SOUND
Old man said he could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
and they could write a song about that.
Said he could tell how many cars a train freighted
just by how sad was its wail.
Old man said, trains usually sounded out at crossings or towns
or coming upon another train. Said
No. 149 out of St. Louis left
the towns a hundred miles back.
Had no call to think about
meeting another train'til Lander.
Or maybe Crawford.
Old man said, keening cross the plains like that
only thing took it to heart was
coyotes and jack rabbits. Mayhap
a snake or two, sunning hisself on the rails.
Said, last run she made, leaned on her whistle
from the Missouri straight through to the Rockies.
Never let up, just hollered cross the land
like the world come undone.
Like something lost
couldn't never be right again.
I said how that train was probly thinking
of the long empty plains ahead.
Of fenceposts ticking by
and cattle scabbing up the buffalo grass.
Thinking of passing unseen and unheard
the grassed-over soddies hunched at springs
once piped now trickling through old stock ponds.
Of empty match-box homesteads
timber-bleached and bowed before the
vast order of sun and sky.
Of tilted windmills wheeling, listless
as a fly wing-plucked and turning, turning
round on bleary heat-cracked panes
what look myopic upon the prairie
the grass, the sky, the land to come.
Old man looked at the middle distance. Said
don't know but she wailed for the thought
of her last pull through the pass at Lander stockyards.
Or for what she maybe wouldn't find
coming out t'other side.
driven from the boonies,
from the sticks,
from the countryside &
into the heart of the cities
where the pulse thumps against the brain
soothing the heart simultaneously with the
guaranteed promise of
an infinite energy &
an infinite wealth of interesting things to
sink one’s teeth into,
the mouse takes off their overalls,
throwing on the noir garb to blend in with those
contentedly covered in pollution---
and the country mouse, s/he does her/best
to breathe above the water
looking for a job without city experience
flexing irrelevant college degrees in the face of
those who have seen & heard it all &
when finally coming upon something that will
barely pay anything,
of which s/he is highly underqualified,
s/he bows to the overwhelming will of the
behemoth &
lives to reap the benefits of being at the
center of the heartbeat
for one more minute---
but the transplant, s/he grows weary,
because the living costs go up
but no one ever offers more to her/him &
as new blood from all over the world pumps in,
s/he begins to forget why s/he came here in the first place,
doing all that s/he can to stay breathing above the water,
getting a second job to supplement the worthless first one &
living hand to mouth,
hand to mouth,
hand to mouth,
while the college loans come knocking at the door
(and they don’t give a *****how hip ya think ya are) &
s/he ain’t getting any younger---
the water begins to flood in the mouth as the
arms begin to flail,
gasping ensues,
the water gets into the lungs &
the city laughs in the face of the little mouse on her/his last leg, saying,
“this place ain’t big enough for the both of us.”
Wan and weary in sultry heat
he walked on and on through dust and dirt
off the bustling street, looking for a shade
Paving his way through by lanes
at last reached a quiet spot,
full of green cover.
Like an Arab coming upon an oasis
amid the panting sterility of the desert,
he rejoiced.
It had an air of monastic seclusion
a mysterious charm and a sedate calm!
Here he sat under a poplar tree
Soon was lost in a reverie.
What thoughts coursed through his mind,
he had no idea but found himself in a cave.
To his horror, saw a human countenance,
staring at him from a dusty corner
A shriveled old man with a gnarled face,
and projecting cheek bones
resembling a mummy, curiously preserved!
But it moved drawing closer… still closer
He noticed the man’s quaint appearance-
flowing black garb, flaming eyes, and grey wiry hair.
A chain of skulls was tied around the neck
and sinister objects were strewn around.
No doubt….
a necromancer……!!
Without a second glance,
he ran…….. and again ran!
What would have happened if he had not run?
For a moment he couldn’t think.
What was it that he heard?
was it the thud of a coconut falling
or the barking of a dog?
Now he knew it was all a dream.....
a dream within a dream while he fell off into a snooze,
sitting under the Poplar tree!
With a kind of embarrassment, he realized;
even if he had not run, nothing would have happened.
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November.2.2022
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