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A SUDDEN WARM BREEZE ENTERS THE MID WEST IT'S NOT TROPICAL IT'S AS IF DALLAS TEXAS WAS PICKED UP AND LANDED IN THE MIDWEST IN THE FALL WHERE IT SHOULD BE COOL CRISP A FAMILIAR FEELING IT FEELS LIKE BOONEY IT COULD BE MOTO COULD IT BE MEECHIE BUT NO WHY IT'S NOT EVEN JEEPERS IT'S BOONEY IN THE FORM OF ANOTHER YOUTH HIS EYES SEARCHING FOR OTHER YOUTHS THE FEELING OF A PLAY GROUND THAT TIME OF YEAR WHERE POOR UNDESIRABLE KIDS GET TO BEG FOR CANDY INSTEAD OF ROBBING THE CORNERSTORES PLAYING DRESSED AS BOONEY BLACK FOR HALLOWEEN PLAYING COWBOYS AND INDIANS BD FOUND PREY WORKING FOR CORRUPTION SELLING DRUGS FOR CORRUPTION AGAIN THERE ARE TIMES GANGS TAKE ORDER DIRECTLY FROM CORRUPTION AND THERE ARE TIMES CORRUPTION TAKE ORDERS FROM GANGS WHEN THIS OCCURS THE BRAND BLEEDS THROUGH THE SKIN RIGHT THROUGH THE SKIN BD HOLD HIS HEAD BACK TILTED TO THE SIDE HIS EYELASHES FALL HIS PREY IS UNLEASHED ON THE STREETS SERIOUS HIT ON ALL PREY WITH THE NAME ZACK AND CARLOS CODE WORD FOR TAKING ORDERS FROM CORRUPTION SLANDER FALSE FLAGGING BOONEY NATION IN A FLASH BD SPOTS THE PREY FIRST ZACK AND CARLOS CATOW CATOW CATOW CATOW ECHOS BOTH FALL TO THE GROUND THE SMELL OF BOONEY BLOWS AWAY IN THE WARM BREEZE BD NODDS HIS HEAD IT'S DONE IT'S FINISH CORRUPTION LOST ANOTHER FALSE FLAGLER TOTALLY UNAFRAID OF LIFE IN PRISON WHY WHAT WHO WHY NOT COMMUNITY CONTROL WHO ELSE WILL CONTROL A BROKEN SYSTEMS SENDING TROUBLED YOUTHS TO THEIR DEATH BECAUSE THEIR MOTHER IS ON DRUGS CRIPPLED BATTERED YOUTHS ARE RECRUITED BY GANGS AND MANY ARE RECRUITED BY CROOKED DIRTY COPS RUNNING DOPE HOUSES SELLING DRUGS OUT OF THEIR MOMS SECTION 8 APARTMENTS COACHES BUYING URINE FROM TROUBLED YOUTHS TO PASS DRUG TEST UNTIL THAT BOONEY BLACK WARM BREEZE SETTLES IN YOUR CORRUPT TOWN AGAIN WE REMEMBER BD WE ALSO REMEMBER ZACK AND CARLOS AND ALL THE ZACK AND CARLOS THAT MAY FOLLOW THE CREED DON'T EVER THREATEN MY LIFE AGAIN WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS WORKING SECURITY FOR GANGLEADERS THE SHEER TERROR OF BEING INTIMIDATED BY CORRUPTION WORKING FOR AN ARSON MURDERER OF 9 USING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND TO INTIMIDATE ME FOR BEING A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Out of the murky mist
Amidst the mistral winds
The tempest tips the mast
A crippled ship descends
Pain-fated Captain's crew
Rain ravaged by degrees
The cox would steer the crow
Below the savage seas
To dare the darkened depth
Untethered fathoms feared
As harkened angels wept
A weathered wraith appeared
To cast the mastless craft
Amidst the rocky realm
The staff, now pointed aft
While the cox, held the helm
New Captain's crew was calmed
By current, ruby red
A salty sea embalmed
The sunken, drunken, dead
An albatross had mourned
Poseidon's wounded pride
Thrust-trusted-trident scorned
Calypso raised the tide
this is one of two Easter poems I’ve just written
He walked amongst men
It is said that he arose from the dead
Looked around and walked straight ahead.
Walked to the top of the hill, where he would begin
To do his fathers will.
GOD had prepared him from his birth to create
The miracles on this earth.
To show the world that his son- would not be the forgotten one.
That everything that he would do in his life
Was to prepare him for the ultimate sacrifice.
The devils temptation to make him weak
He would face and defeat.
Every miracle that he created – none of which was related.
Turning water into wine, giving sight to the blind
Making the crippled walk, and the mute begin to talk.
So many things that he had done, was because
He was his father’s son
He believed in his father from the start
And this had filled his gentle heart.
He was a king who walked amongst men
And every person was a friend.
He had no enemies or hatred in his heart
It was pure love from the start.
Over a thousand years have passed
With billions of followers and climbing fast.
© L . RAMS 040215
The razor strap always welted my skin
And quickly crippled my soul as a child
Balled flesh of a hand to my head a sin
The angry pain over time I have exiled
No tears fall now from my time of beating
Nor memories close by an anguished cry
Death to this parent came cold and fleeting
Turned away and not needing to know why
The luster of childhood never did glow
It was legs and arms I rolled into a ball
The betrayal of love was all that I'd know
Crumbling shadows on a tear-stained wall
The burnished days of youth I never knew
Its painful tarnish has always bled through
3/22/18 contest Tarnished Reflections
You're as cool as a parrot
who has to wear my fashion.
With just your leather jacket
to only share our passion.
With hair that's long and plenty
for making women jealous.
With neither of us sharing
Our women become zealous.
Our cars as fast as decals,
parked evenly in the lot.
Their windows dark and tinting
a view for which we've fought.
In jeans as tight as skinny
we share a sexy side.
With neither of us breathing.
Our lungs collapsed with pride.
To smoking in a group now
while blowing to our side.
And sharing what comes out of
a cancer for the ride.
Now crippled up in homes now
The years been kind to cool.
We're brothers in a sense now.
Decrepit and a fool.
NO FEAR OF MR EXCESSIVE FORCE PRAWLING THE CITY FOR VIOLENT FEMALE OFFENDERS MEETUPS IN THE MOST NONSUSPECTING PLACES HIS FAVORITE MEXICAN MAN DIE HE PAYS HER FOR PERSONAL FAVORS WITH DRUGS IRONICALLY SENDING HER TO COMMIT HOME INVASIONS WHILE SHE'S AN HABITUAL REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDER HARD DRUGS MANUFACTURER FRAUD IDENTITY THEFT MR EXCESSIVE FORCE PROVIDES A REVOLING PRISON DOOR FOR ALL HER CRIMES FEEDING HER COCAINE HEROIN AND MARIJUANA FROM POLICE LOCKERS SHE THEN GIVE FALSE STATEMENTS TO FRAME ENTRAP INNOCENT PERSONS BECAUSE SHE'S JEALOUS SHE ACTUALLY HAD RELATIONS WITH MY EX ABUSER HE ATTACKED HIS FAMILY ON CHRISTMAS EVE MAN DIE BRUTALLY BEAT HER OWN CRIPPLED UNDOCUMENTED MOTHER WITH HER CRUTCHES AS HE GATHER MORE FEMALE VIOLENT OFFENDERS FOR HIS TWISTED CAUSE HE STOMPS AND ON THE STREET HE IS LABELED THE SPECKLE PIG MEETING MAN DIE IN SECURE PLACES WHERE HE SHOULD BE PROVIDING SAFETY SECURITY GUARDED BUT HE CAN'T BECAUSE HE IS BUSY WITH CONJUGAL VISITS ON ELEVATTORS HALLWAYS BATHROOMS IN LOCAL BUSINESSES MAN DIE BRAGGS ABOUT HER POWER WITH MR EXCESSIVE FORCE ALLOWING HER TO CONTROL THE LOCAL FEMALE STREET GANG AS QUEEN PIN OVER MORE REPEAT FEMALE VIOLENT OFFENDERS FINALLY GIVING HER A NOTHER EARLY RELEASE FOR GIVING FALSE STATEMENTS AND COMMITING ONGOING HABITUAL REPEAT VIOLENT CRIMES NO FEAR OF YOUR SCUM SPAT SPAT TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER HAVING CONJUGAL VISITS ACROSS THE TOWN ON THE ELEVATOR IN LIBRARIES HOSPITALS YMCA TRAIN STATIONS APARTMENT BUILDINGS
GOD BLESS AMERICA
If People have a car accident
they can spend months in hospital
needing wages they depend on employers
yet companies can only afford so much
Society could do better
I'm don't like unemployment
where healthy people sit doing nothing
that is a waste of assets a waste of people
yet when people are injured in accidents
they should be able to get invalid benefits
until they are healed but then if they are crippled
and can't go back to their previous employment
We could train them for employment
Where they can survive and thrive
remember Stephen Hawkins
what an incredible man
Facing an illness that would have devastated
any other man he went on to become
a leader in his scientific field
because that is the path he chose to follow
The bible says in the parable of a good samaritan
"It is about a traveller who is stripped of clothing, beaten, and left half dead alongside the road. First a priest and then a Levite comes by, but both avoid the man. Finally, a Samaritan happens upon the traveller. Samaritans and Jews despised each other, but the Samaritan helps the injured man"
Your neighbor is the man
that takes care of your wounds
pays for your stay at an Inn
takes care of you as a person
Our Car accidents and disabled
are the people that need help
without the ability to work
and hold down a job they need support
but support should only be tempory
retraining to become independent
should be the ultimate goal
granted sometimes we can't
sometimes we can't fix a problem
sometimes an invalid
will never be able to get back into work
sometimes our society needs invalid benefits
yet having healthy people sitting on benefits
for their entire life is no good for them
and no good for society
it is an undeveloped human resource
They are assets that could be used
educated and encouraged
to become the builder's, electricians
and mechanics in the war on climate change
I, the son of kings and queens,
raised in riches and born with wings,
told of worlds made of dreams,
woke to find I’m robbed by thieves.
They made sure my eyes have seen,
where others before me have been.
Grew shielded, crippled at the knees,
no longer able to fly, or flee.
They expect me to settle for less.
The mantra that I am blessed.
Though I’m stressed, my brain, confessed,
I’ll never be at peace.
Perhaps it’s greed, I am the king of,
though, I have nothing, think love, nothing.
Routines of looking above,
my feet beneath the Earth, my head fly.
I’ve been told to dream, look to the sky,
lived to realize it’s all just a lie,
told to a child, to make him not cry,
for the noise gets in the way of their lives.
Now, I’m a charity, for they’re all too big for my eyes.
I, a boy, who stupidly still wakes and tries.
I’d rather live in dirt than fly,
if I carry bloated egos, up high.
No longer carrying broken souls, but mine,
no longer in need of another to shine.
They had a chance to see the divine,
but the temptations of sin, too hard to deny.
Perhaps my pride, my ego, bigger than theirs,
a stance to prove, I never ache.
Although, I am the one, who always takes,
my hand only reaches for things that never break.
Though I am the heaviest of weights,
no longer need they carry, although it’s too late.
While they all swim in stories of fate,
I alone, can find the gate.
The Fortress Within
The walls I built so no one could ever touch or wound me again,
grew perfect, straight, and cold, like winters carved from flint by frozen men,
stone upon stone I raised them with hands of terror and of sleepless guard,
a fortress with no gates, no windows, and no law within its yard.
Now I am safe at last — no spear can ever break me anymore,
no foreign word can split my chest and make it bleed down to the core,
but in the darkness between walls, where not a whisper finds its way,
I'm locked in with the architect of fear, who taught me how to build my grave.
He is the shadow that dictated every slab in silence grim,
the gentle executioner who whispered every soul hides sin,
I built a fortress against enemies — and stayed inside with him,
with the jailer from within, more hungry, crueler, and more faithful still.
My fortress is a basalt skull in which the echo kneels to pray,
every thought returns to me like a crippled bird that lost its way,
through the single crack there falls a yellow ray like a torch of old,
showing me my pallid face — a prisoner in my own rope's hold.
For so many years I took the armor for a second, newer skin,
I never saw the wall that stops the hail also stops the dew from coming in,
that the fortress which no longer lets the evil cross its floor,
no longer lets love catch its flame, nor light stretch out across the door.
So I begin to pull one stone away, then another, with nails worn through,
not to surrender to the storm, but to let back into my marrow's room
the sun unseen for far too long, the wind, and one warm reaching hand,
for better wounded in the world than king above a grave of sand.
A shadow, nay, sullen thunderhead
inducing a deluge of emotions
moved across thousands of darkened souls
Freaks, stoners
shy, smart
geeks and loners
outcasts with dreams and compassion in their heart
Strangers like me
To us, you were a friend
we live vicariously through words we couldn't write
thoughts that help us defend
against wolves attacking for spite
we battle predators until the end
paper mache hearts now confettied and contrite
When in need of a voice to understand
you are the poet on which we lean
like a crutch of a crippled, broken man
assisting our stride and making us gleam
Mean pride, through our veins, does pulse
your gift - a gold ingot - exclusively ours
now smelted - our throats convulse
as if poisoned by many whiskey sours
Cancer soiled your beautiful brain
muddied thoughts and took your life
washing future elegance down the drain
freaks are shredded with strife
like targets at a firing range
Suddenly gone leaving the lives bereft
upon which you left your mark
warrior, graciously, exit...stage left
a celestial journey calls to you embark
Created the soundtrack for our misfit lives
making memories connected to your art
our hope that your music survives
thousands of years touching many a heart
A collective "Thank you Neil"
us castaways won't soon forget
how your lyrics and talent made us feel
ghost ride to your garden in the sunset