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Premium Member Ma'Am

The Webb’s my second Mommy and Daddy of the year ; It’s only June
 Mr. Carver, the social worker rambles on as we pull into the driveway 
 My five year old eyes open wide as I see the giant mansion dotted with children
 Ten new brothers and sisters, painfully shy, fear elevated to a joyful want of family

 Sunday dinner, introductions: Mr. Webb a Fuller Brush salesman , meek and gentle
 Mrs. Webb a stay at home Mom, a beautiful woman : with wicked sky blue eyes
 Alice the oldest of us all, looked up to by her younger siblings ,the Rock of the kids
 Virginia, frail , the twins Joe and Jim, rambunctious, Bobby, the loner, Millie,deaf 
  I would learn sign language. Rebecca, shy as me, William, Mom’s favorite. Dotty
  The humorous one. George six month older than me, soon to be my closest brother
                                                I slept well that night
 Good morning, Harry I’m going to work I’ll be back Friday night, a chorus of Goodbyes
 The nightmare begins :  Harry you will call me Ma’am you snotty nosed little bastard
 Alice, Joe, fill the bath tub this filthy little boy must be cleansed .Ma’am he’s only five
 Don’t sass me ***** with a slap across the face Alice fell to the floor. The tub filled
 The chlorine made my eyes water,tears rolled down my cheeks. Are YOU Crying?
 If your going to live in this house YOU will be a man now scrub your genitals, did you 
 Hear me? Mom; several slaps to the head ,YOU WILL call me Ma’am, now scrub
With tears flooding my cheeks, Ma’am I don’t know what genitals are, the bleach burning
Ma’am beating me with a Fuller Brush scrub brush dry yourself, go upstairs get dressed
As I limped by the girl’s room I saw Millie, Ginny straped to their beds I started to help
Alice gently pulled me back : Don’t help them Harry Ma’am will beat you: but, but Why
The atrocities I saw that week scarred me for life Thank God, Mr. Webb came home early
Tuesday morning Ma’am in a straitjacket being put in a  Police cruiser. All the children :
                            Heading to new Foster  Homes : We kept in touch
         Inspired by Deborah Guzzi”s Contest : Something wicked this way comes


Premium Member Running In High Heels

Elevated beyond belief
To the sky and through the clouds
To think above the mists
Of normal everyday confusion.

What to eat
What to wear
How do I look
Who really cares.

What to do next
Where do I go
What do I create
How do I know

Which pair of heels
Which ones should I wear
The ones that are serious
Or the one's that say 'I dare'.

Should I put on my brand new ones
The ones that no one's ever seen
Or should I wear my old ones
Old friends that love my feet.

I am running in High Heels
That is what I do
I try to keep my balance
I try and keep my groove.

I try to stay grounded
Keep my feet upon the ground
Try to avoid the many puddles of life
Really try to avoid the pond.

Step by Step my High Heels take me
Ever further still
They are how I am going to get there
They'll take me where I am going to be.

It isn't always easy
To run in these high heels.
But I wouldn't have it any other way
I keep running by sheer force of will.


(January 9, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Form: Rhyme

Golden Shadows Sleep

The more I bite the deeper becomes the trap.
Buried beneath the dust that pours.
The ghosts that haunt laugh and bind.
Daylight opens one eye as watering words sprinkle in shedding limbs of cleaner breaks
Floor boards concave underneath the embalmed cool as the rooms float on.
The elevated tombs that require little to no sacrifice each move intended to keep the soul locked away.
Weighted words, heavy tides of time where the laughter that sings on the fringe of our dreams.
Ruins of where we once were found.
Hands raised there is no fight left to fight.
Porch lights still beat the day time skies wondering where the boats that dream of hills spend their time dressed in pastel highlights.
In the moments poison gumdrops of wisdom rain as the backbones straighten through the floor.
Faces lit in golden shadows where dreams baste the buns of gourmet arrivals to the places where we dream to never fear the most.
Talks of endless reigns that shower on in the fabric of meta permeation as the broken homes disguised as the only way to die and let die sinks into the cool nights where the skeleton children breed with the thoughts of impending dread, smiles only flicker for a second as the salute of the dead fades the dirge they sing ring out moths clean up in smaller pockets of silence.
Ships sink in the night as the sole survivors bloom on
Dreams that bleed gold ignite as the hope fills 
Worn down by joy
The sails full against the sky.
We have new ways to try.
© Mike Stott  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Elevated Escape

beating in rhythm with the sea, like how your words move wild and free
                                 breaths are elevated
                                                 as this escape holds you,
                                                        - so much deeper into me
                                               (yes, i could fall into you)
                                                             into your love

my heart- it begins to race, simply imagining your lips with grace
                             softly and ever so lightly,
                          in those sweet ever after kisses
                lingering upon delicate moments, of my face

in a poetic whisper, like the melody of the wind- i am captivated again
                beyond your song, the beauty of where i belong
                    as the symphony of this, holds me in bliss

                                          i need to stay
                                            i long to be

                                    - your poetry -

                                 breaths are elevated
                                                 as this escape holds you,
                                                        - so much deeper into me
                                               (yes, i could fall into you)
                                                             into your love
                                          -----------------------------------------

~ Love is.. reaching for you- beyond words, beyond the sky ~
A little scribble inspired by whispers along the wind
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dancing Along An Eternal Chord

I dance
dance along the edge of understanding
trying to glimpse the eternal
within the temporary
expanding beyond my limitations

A tune
flows from an unseen musician
pouring into my crevices
permeating 
freeing 
bubbling 
gushing 
joining me with the millions
the other seekers
lonely unconnected dancers
searching for hidden answers

I hear
I feel
a ribboned connection
stronger than steel
within the eternal I kneel
knowing the temporary is not what's real

My heart dances
celebrates
skips along elevated beats
my inner self does not retreat
hungry for more
I let my soul eat
until I am sated 
satisfied
my vision intensified 
a temporal world
beyond the now
is
was
always
will be
magnified
the complicated simplified
child like wonder
amplified

I hear with the inner me
the part that was formed to be 
free
my eternal dancer
who feels beyond 
now
today
it's not about an answer
I exist
within the chord
of the great
the magnificent 
Maestro 


Dedicated to my friend Jane Morgan. This is my morning meditation.


Premium Member Pepperman Perspective 4172022

I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE
TO WITNESS WHAT I BELIEVE IS WAR.
LITTLE DID I REALIZE
IT WAS THAT AND SO MUCH MORE.

A WAR BETWEEN RELIGIONS,
SOCIETY AND BELIEVES
PURVEYORS OF DECEPTION
MANIPULATORS OF DECEIT.

CONFUSION, CHAOS, MAYHEM,
DEPLOYED TO CREATE THE BLIND.
POISONING OF THE FUTURE 
BY POISONING YOUNG MINDS.

CONTROL OVER BEINGS FREEDOMS.
CONTROL OVER THE WAY THEY THINK.
PSYCHOPATHS COMPETING
TO PUSH BELIEVERS TO THE BRINK.

THEY'RE LIVING IN A SOCIETY
WHERE CULTIST DISTRIBUTE LIES.
TRUTH SEEKERS SEEK THE TRUTH
AND ASK THE QUESTION WHY.

LIVE IN ETERNAL DARKNESS
OR LIVE IN ETERNAL LIGHT.
EVERYONE WAS GIVEN THE CHOICE
TO DO WHAT THEY BELIEVE IS RIGHT.

EVIL RESIDES IN DARKNESS.
BELIEVERS, STAND IN LIGHT.
INVASION OF DISBELIEVERS
BELIEVERS STAND AND FIGHT.

ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
IS WHAT EVIL FEARS THE MOST.
RESIDING INSIDE EVERY BEING
IS THE SPIRIT OF THE HOLY GHOST.

THERE IS ONLY GOOD AND EVIL.
THERE IS ONLY RIGHT AND WRONG.
AFTER EVERY TWILIGHT
THEY MUST FACE THE LIGHT OF DAWN.

Michael E. Harris
04172022

Premium Member Shoes

I was walking the streets 
Of magnificent city with elegant
Skyscraper buildings and sidewalks 
Enveloped in the veil of colorful
Blooming summer flowers all over
I was window shopping for unusual
Pretty things that I couldn’t afford
And I saw the most beautiful shoes
Behind the glass on a dark pedestal
They were sitting on a throne dignified
Like a royal couple during coronation
Elevated high with the light behind
Echoing an impression of sunrise
I stared at them frozen in awe 
I could feel soft brown leather 
To the touch of my fingertips 
I was devouring them with my eyes
Alluring color and texture as pure 
Perfection of shape and elegant form
I was glued to the window for long
Admiring the shoes and etching
The image of beauty in my soul
I desired the shoes more than I
Desired anything else before
But I knew I couldn’t afford them
Anger boiled down my throat 
I hated this unfair petty world
That gave so much to some
And almost nothing to others

All I could think is the leather
Softer than a baby’s feet
That never walked before
I strolled away sad and upset
Overwhelmed by the feelings
Of misery anger, and despair
I crossed the major square
Suddenly I heard a loud scream
And a squeaking noise coming
From the tall building corner
I run towards it and just before
I reached the edge of the street
On a black asphalt I saw 
A pool of blood and the shoes
The same ones I admired 
Just a few moments ago
I was taken aback by the power
Of the image in front of my eyes
All I could see were colors
Bright red color of blood
Pitch black matte of asphalt 
And soft brown silky leather
I stood there hypnotized 
but then I was awakened 
By something else
That have not noticed yet
I saw a young man without legs
Laying on a dirty dark cement
A few feet away from beautiful
Soft brown leather shoes soaked 
In blood in dark gothic pattern

I saw a man who will no longer
Need the shoes I desired so much
I walked away quiet and ashamed
I no longer wanted the shoes
I cried and tears run down my face
Sad for the man, who had no legs

Street Walker

She was only a whore they said
Just a druggie on the game
Most of the papers couldn’t be
Bothered to correctly spell her name.
Just an illegal immigrant tart,
Part of one of those foreign mobs
Over here to claim our benefits
Ot take over all  of our jobs.
Not one of  your high class call girls
Who service the Commons and Lords
Free of the general approbation
Such elevated status affords.

Not your enthusiastic amateur
Who put it about for free
Or one of those who’ve made it 
By appearing on reality TV.
Not your free loving aristocrat
Hopping gaily from bed to bed 
No, just a common street walker
Who unfortunately ended up dead.
Having so dehumanised her as
Just another lump of dead meat
Who earned herself a living by 
Selling cheap sex on the street 

This allegedly Christian nation
Doesn’t  really bother anymore,
Just turns to the sports page
For the latest footie score,
Or, the very wealthy 
With no real material cares,
To financial pages to check
Returns on stocks and shares.
Some mother, father or child 
Who won’t see her anymore
Are suffused with pain and grief
Even though she was only a whore.
Form: Rhyme

GOD IS EVERYTHING

It matters not what society has to say 
God is 
and will always have His way 

God is everything 
and the world needs to see 
God is our strength, our peace 
and our eternity 

we believe everything we see 
on the internet 
but the Word of God people 
regard as suspect 

God is everything 
and the world needs to see 
God is our strength, our peace 
and our eternity 

God is our refuge 
In times of trouble
our power supply 
In the midst of our struggles 
God stands in solitude 
for He is God alone 
He needs no man's approval 
as it's He who sits on the throne 
God was not elected 
nor elevated by any man 
Yet He's the firm foundation 
on which we all stand 

God is everything 
and the world needs to see 
God is our strength, our peace
and our eternity 

Jehovah Jireh our provider 
Jehovah Rapha our battle fighter 
the safe haven we all can go to 
for its God who'll  pull us through

God is everything 
and the world needs to see 
God is our strength, our peace 
and our eternity 

so let us now walk by faith 
and not by sight 
to live by His Word 
and dwell in His light 

God is everything 
and all that you see 
for it was God 
who created you and me 

God is everything 
and the world needs to see. 
God is our strength, our peace 
and our eternity 

the Alpha the Omega 
The Beginning and the End 
God is our everything 
Our faith, Our Father, and Our Friend
god
Form: Ballad

Simp but your name is line 13th in Arabic

The moment you didn't pick my call
I knew you had f*cked someone else 
but it is ok you are my ex
it IS  ok I f*cked someone else too
but this has nothing to do with love 
It has nothing to do with hearts 
I loved you once 
I loved you twice
I loved you for ever
you really were the love of my life 
But now I have sex in your name 
I have sex to forget you
I was elevated to your name 
I really loved you, if I can repeat myself
I know you were run through 
Even my friends got through you 
I know their girlfriends
and none felt like you
Yeah, it is true 
it is a man-f*ck girl world

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