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To you this Poet writes away,
To caution ‘My People’ of today,
That what is wrong is never out’s,
But lies within the hearts of doubts,
Where O’ Where these thoughts be born?
In the darkness ore’ the dawn,
Of minds that knelt in disciple,
Out of love and compassion respect they win,
Long gone are those days,
Tongues of youth endlessly sways,
Of all the garbage that bore online,
All think Albert’s, but intertwine,
Sad it is, this reality bites,
Blames the lefts blames the rights,
In the middle of fires cross,
The golden minds of our youths are tossed,
Tossed in turmoil endlessly,
For what do they study? This!! To be?
A machine not human, filled with words,
Meaningless and fruitless, chirps these birds,
Who's to blame? Now shall we find,
Fingers points to all that’s blind,
But what really needs a’ stated here’s,
Responsible Parents! You failed my dears,
I do not mean to stand a-foe,
I know the sacrifices deep down below,
In horrible truth thou burdened thee,
Strange Laws of State and Tyranny!
But are the States to be blamed?
Look deeper! Behind this game’d,
That families lost the laws of God,
Took the flowers instead of the rod,
And let you children run a-mock,
Now it's too late to turn the clock,
But light is there, at the end,
Return to the Church, God’s marvel splend!
It seems too hard to down this through,
This teaching of mine is old not new,
But it has worked a million years,
Get on your Knees! Praying crying with tears,
Bring them back O’Lord almighty, O’Virgin most pure protect them thee,
From the traps and snares of this enemy,
That hold hostage our children, their souls be lost,
Fight for us, stand with us during storms tossed,
Distressed not O'Parents of all, In the end the Saints and I've-envisioned so,
To this 'Diabolical Enemy' a crushing blow, that sends its hurdled into the pit,
And once again the sun will rise,
On the land of the free and home of the wise!
Letters to USA!
Chorus:
Dakota Land was Indian land,
Dakota Land was free,
The white man came,
Now all that remain,
Are the reservations,
And the broken treaties.
Narration:
He stands alone, his head held high,
His eyes have dimmed with age.
When days of yore pass in review,
His heart can fill with rage.
He was a mighty warrior then,
Sioux was his name,
Dakota Land was his alone,
Before the white man came.
The rivers wide, the rolling hills,
The thundering buffalo masses,
Rabbit, deer and phesant hide,
Among the prairie grasses.
Women tanned the hides for winter,
Spread the berries out to dry,
Gathered roots and herbs and bark,
To keep the winter colic out.
The warrior grand in his aray,
With achievements he could boast,
The boys playing warrior games,
Among ancesteral ghosts.
The strangers came, first there was one,
And then there was another.
What harm could these strange people do,
Amidst the mighty hunter.
Then everything began to change,
The white man brought decay,
The brilliant skies of blue he knew,
Soon turned to darkest gray.
He smoked the peace pipe, signed their treaties,
Gave his word and hand,
Then came the final crushing blow,
His own Dakota Land.
They put him on the reservation,
Told him here he was to stay,
Said that there would be much blood shed,
If he tried to go away.
Then came the wars, the rageing battles,
Their blood did mingle then .
Even with his many victories,
How could the Indian win.
To ease their conscience, they'd provide,
Clothing, food and bread,
Can this ever pay them back
For freedom, when it's dead?
Laughing Water, Singing Dove,
Crazy Horse and more,
Long time gone but in the heart,
There still remains the scar.
He stands alone, his head held high,
His eyes have dimmed with age.
But in his heart Dakota Land,
And Sioux, are still the same.
Chorus:
Cile Beer
written l975
Form:
The human female was tougher then he thought,
she battled as if victory is what she sought,
the vampire smiled at her,
as she was erasing the lines of pain away from her face,
He pulled at her, and she fought back,
thwarting blows, and offering a formidable attack.
The vampire couldn’t understand her need to win,
the other humans coward, and ran away,
she battled with grace and was here to stay,
this just didn’t seem right,
but she continued and she put up such a fight.
She managed to move along side a massive trunk of one fallen tree,
raising her weapon upward so the vampire couldn’t see,
he turned to face her and she stood tall,
a crushing blow that made him fall, and sway,
crawl, and pray,
as he tried to sneak away,
the sword came down and ate away at his flesh,
and his screaming instincts were actually dead wrong,
he was in darkness, and he heard the haunting song,
but before the female ended his life,
he saw a child covered in the forest mud secretly hidden away,
and the female watched his pain turn into a twisted disarray
now he understood the reason for his defeat,
she was a mother with a child to protect,
and he was a vampire that had a chance to select,
a weakling, a coward any other,
instead he chose to fight against the power of a mother.
As I stand here upon shakey uncertain uneven ground
Completely alone in my empty Clostuerphobic loveless
Self-made prison in hell
Spell cast gauntlet thrown down
Cat In a Bag waiting to drown
Not where I don’t want to be
And far from what I'd call home
Or sanctuary
Watching life from afar through a telescope
As my wasted time silently passes by
Given up all hope
And run out of tears that once flooded into an ocean
Of deep emotion
And where I once drown
I wake up from a dream only to live a nightmare
Over again and again
Life in the dark putrid stench in the gutter
Where evil demons play around
With my tired mind
Their vicious hound's bite
Both day and night
And rip my heart apart
A little more
Than before
The Scavenger vultures gather with hideous eyes
And sharp beaks on the outside of my prison walls
Whating to eat my tender flesh and greedily pick my bones
Never ever wanted much
Just a family
And a loving touch
Living in a fantasy world
Pushing the sharp stab and crushing blow of reality
Far away
Just too much to bear
Life a curse
And death is a sweet release
The only way to leave my heavy load
Somewhere no one would ever find
And finally, find peace
The clock stopped ticking,
my ears are ringing
Tale, tale signs that something is wrong here
Everything looks normal,
nothing out of place
Then I looked in the mantel mirror
And seen that horrid face.
Not the reflection of a man,
or anything I've ever seen
His eyes were so hypnotic
They seemed to lock onto me.
He only spoke two words
but they were loud and clear
They will haunt my soul all my days
He looked at me and said “Just You”
with a blackened tooth grin
He wants me as his princes
His spoils of war so to speak
To make me his blushing human bride
And the queen of all lost souls
This was way more than I could bear
I tried to say no
Each one bringing a crushing blow
Rebuffing his every attempt
each time his anger grew
And my will was becoming spent.
With my final exhausted breaths
I begged NO let me go
And he laughs and swore to kill all I love unless I stayed
I gave myself over
so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare
So to save all else I gave in
I miss who I use to be
once so happy and care free
Now on fear and hatred is how I feed
I gave myself over so that no one feels the pain of this immortal snare
In youth I learned to jump
First off steps, then rooftops
Spirit of adventure
Nurtured in the heart of a child
Preschool acrobat twirling on my head
Grandma swatted my bottom
Repeated words like Tomboy
Never learned to be ladylike
Catholic school discipline
Uniforms, religion classes, daily mass
Never satisfied with any accomplishment
Even the nuns called me “perfectionist”
Blessed with storytellers in my family
Dad and sis would send me to dreamland
On the wings of a unicorn
Or Shakespeare’s amazing plays
Family and friends I hold dear
Each has influenced my thinking
I learned to offer support in troubled times
And to thank God every day for special people
Unable to have children
The most crushing blow
Accepted at a young age
But rued for a lifetime
Lover of Jack London, John Steinbeck
From Jack, I found adventure
From John, I learned compassion
Dickinson’s poetry touched my heart
If I can find a way
To make a friend feel joy
Then this is my mission
Comforter, nurturer
November 16, 2020
For Silent One’s “It's a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold Poetry Contest.”
The opposition of love is to hate, for the sake of life for life is to create.only to debate a crushing blow to your everyday life, a moment I the night, for what's life worth, only to sleep like the birth of a child, in a world gone wild. The simmering lives of wives who dispise their husbands, may life stays above them, when love turns tragicly, mysteriously uncommitted, the submission of love has been uninvited, delighted by the nature of life, only to live as plants, only to stand like ants. The proposition of what's inside me is not to be taking forgranted, my life stood slanted, on this planet called earth, for may the sun rise on top of the moon, in a life of hurt. So may I feel pain in the shadows of the darkness, defined by evil, no place to live for life to be equal, the last sequel to surrender to god for life is hard. Only live inside of me, I challenge myself to be, one with dignaty and pride, to be ashamed with everything to hide, only to disgusied, what's deep inside, may live through great tragedy, the anatomy of me, only deep inside may my life is meant to be.
I hear the trumpet sounding,
People are running, shouting, I feel my heart pounding.
Some fall to their knees in prayer, others try to hide,
This is the prophesied day yet so many are horrified.
But the day of forgiveness has past, the day of grace and mercy are gone,
The day of reckoning is here, where the final line is drawn.
No more chances, no more can you repent,
Heaven or hell, bliss or a life filled with torment.
Can you picture this, Jesus looking you in the face and saying go from me I know ye not,
A crushing blow for many because they turned their backs on Him, and He had not forgot.
He knows your heart, and reads you like an open book,
Whatever mask you wear He sees through it with just one look.
For some this will be a day of jubilee,
To be in the presence of the man who preached the word from Galilee.
But to so many this day will be the day they lose their very souls,
Because they refused to accept Jesus as their Savior and make His ways their goals.
Its empty now,Nothing left inside
All future plans have up and died,
Since you chose to believe a lie.
And now im left with countless
tears to dry
But all the tears cant wash the stain
Of memories of you etched within
my brain
And the crushing blow to my heart
remains
As a reminder of your inflicted pain
I want to hide alone and die
Im tired of living with this phoney
smile
Where people think im ok but all
the while,
I just want to run a million miles
Away from the memories of your
perfumed smell,
From this once happy home now
an empty shell
Where people can look at me and
never tell
How this quiet soul lives in this hell
I want to shout , i want to scream
I want to wake from this evil dream
Where im stripped naked and left
unclean
A victim of love and hate and
caught between
I cry to a deaf God, who refuses to
hear
Who turns a blind eye to all these
tears
Maybe im just a life of wasted years
Nothing to hope for, nothing to hold
dear.
Many times ive questioned my purpose
In my days upon this earth
Its something i have struggled with
From the days since my birth
Ive wandered to and fro in life
Ive seen good fortune pass me by
Ive felt the crushing blow of heartaches
And seen many tears fall from my eyes
Theres times ive made poor choices
Where consequences rendered pain
And regretful hurtful actions
I can never take back again
I can only be honest with my creator
Who knows my true heart inside
And now its in his grace and comfort
Where i now choose to reside
I will never judge another soul
As i have my own flaws to bear
And i have chosen to be forgiving
And to show more love and care.
It matters not how people see me
Or how their words may tear me apart
It only matters that before my God
He sees my truest heart.
Now that my days have come full circle
And i sit and ponder over my past
It is only the things ive done for Christ
That will forever last.