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"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
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The night has shaken tarnished-black silver, gilding the bedroom,
where I've been trying to sleep.
There is hardly a thing left uncovered by moonlight.
Alone in the dark I am thinking of you.
Of the nights long past midnight,
when we would wait for the moon to come to the window
like a welcomed old friend who is glad to come in.
Spending wee hours, as the stars bathed our faces.
You would tell me your secrets, then would listen to mine.
You would hold me against you 'til the wee hours slipped in,
while we watched as the sunrise would climb up the walls.
Night sounds would caress us, while we whispered warm nothings,
that fell into each crevice, to last evermore.
Now I lie here awake, and echoes are shallow,
caught in the spaces between now and then.
Swollen with sorrow, but with lasting resistance,
against times that have taken and times that have borrowed
They beg me to listen, and listen again.
Warm words we whispered, have lingered, to never fall through the cracks
of the years of forever.
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5/3/16
Contest: "Listen To The Warm"
Sponsor: Laura Loo
While others fall through the cracks of society,
I confront every crack with a willing dive and leap.
I am the greatest slacker that has ever come to be,
never contributing anything to anything or anybody,
always taking the path of least resistance religiously.
Once while collecting unemployment, while on welfare
and social security disability,
while also collecting a pension I received monthly,
a government official paid a visit to me.
Now I live in a resort prison of very minimum security.
Room and board, three square meals, everything that I need,
to live the rest of my life comfortably absolutely work free.
I am the most successful slacker of all slackers
that have ever come to be.
I find myself wondering if I matter in the scheme of things
If i could make a difference in the world where there is chaos
Brothers fighting brothers, for no reason other than who is right
Many out there who fall through the cracks, unseen, unheard
What can i do to change things in the cold world we live in
Who will hear my voice, whether I speak softly or loudly?
Do I not cry when hurt? Laugh when told a joke?
Does my heart not need love to make me happy?
Is my life not worth the effort of a kind smile or word?
How can many see the suffering of others and just pass by?
Not wanting to get involved, to get their hands dirty
They pass by whith no thought that they could make a difference
To show that there is some kindness, to lighten a load a little
It makes me wonder do I even matter in the scheme of things?
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power, sans The Almighty
My faithful friend with sheets of white
my pal, poised, unpen itself to make things right
How squeaky clean each new beginning?
that borrows from the dead, and those still living
I arrived blank naked and undisguised
my soul redeemed in light of sunrise.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
its dubious power sans The Almighty,
Where would I be without coloration on the scene?
life would be deserted as though obscene
I'd fall through the cracks to a singular world
where boys play god to control every girl.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power sans The Almighty
I've read of Sodom and Gomorrah's crude ways
that glorified false light, as before the flood days
Now, there's liberation theology for you and me
the God of our understanding is of mercy
What race of men thrives without grace?
where would we be without speck of faith?
I have gained nothing, from white supremacy
what dubious power sans The Almighty -
A garden with grounds as fertile as love
who charted each course? Only One from above
I think of evergreen, and majestic pines;
and my roots unending; yet not one of a kind, because
The humanity of man was molded by divinity
and hand washes hand, to ward off calamity.
The battles on the field are harsh and tough
The looting in their wake engorged with greed
Abundant spoils of war are not enough.
Atrocious in their acts that make no sense
The women and the girls are taken slaves
Abusing them with lust and violence.
Unable to resist the touch of shame
The captive females cry in pain and fear
Their lives will never be again the same.
And when the dust of war has blown away
The children of the foe get born to those
Who months before fell prey and ravaged lay.
Unwanted children still need loving care
Mothers find it hard to nurture such babes
Shame is endured by children in despair.
Their lives are defined by horrid attacks
Evil men who satisfied selfish needs
Indignities make them fall through the cracks.
Who loves a child rejected by its kin?
Society offers them no solace
The “enemy’s child”, created by sin;
But all these children still have hearts and souls
Rejection renews the cycle of pain
When there is no one who cares or consoles.
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Co-write: Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
@ March 2015
Security
Togetherness
Empowerment
Persevere
A small but mighty food shelf, no big hoopla to feed their mission, just a small town table of plenty, for those who fall through the cracks.. a gallon of milk, loaf of bread..
Clothes upon their backs, groceries in their cupboards, a hand to hold, a sense of security in thus often cruel world. People who care about helping others with no slap on the back, just a place of HOPE..
A woman with kids in tow, looking for housing, a job to make a honest living, no big spotlight feeds their mission, just a big heart to help others, we were once in their spot, we’ve never forgot..
STEP is GODS mission, to hold every person up in prayer, simple yet meaningful, my mission to help this who need it the most, STEP is our cities anchor, a place to go if you are struggling, with friendly faces to greet you.
God looks upon the heart of those who need help, without a big Blow up on social media…
For the memories
I carry with me
The visions blurry
The past endured me
I weathered the storm
But I didn’t plan
Now poetry is my forum
To let everyone know
That I never did land
I lost my way to the show
There is no good goings
Greetings just cover up
What I don’t feel like showing
With a half empty cup
Looking for fulfillment
In a never ending search
Where advice is barely lent
Sarcasm remains on its perch
People still stay bent
On holding one back
Still learning how
Not to point the finger
So I don’t fall through the cracks
Just a number as I linger
Or till I find a knack
Either way this life
Needs to give back
I don't have a big speech a fundraiser or a super pac
I don't have a clean record my parents did not have power i didn't fall through the cracks
My mind was noticed factioned all that you know test with no right answer required at that
I wont go into conspiracy because its a trap not because it don't excist they just bled them all together, so you look like a quack.
first thing to do to set things right is term limits and ways to impeach senators because they govern themselves that's not right on top of that laws they pass apply to them as well, they dont get drug tested its a violation of their rights
Next comes the courts the top one at that because lifetime appointments make justice for profit and they destroyed the peoples voice with their ruling in favor of corporate power sold us out for all future corporate power. because money is free speech so people don't matter.
ho would I do that without causing a conflict between powers rotating seats and citizen oversight for rulings that affect people at home or on the street
After that revisit some judgements that never should have been made take away legacy that do not deserve to stay
show Americans we are back on their side because we are them not government you know that's how it was designed.
next comes police they should all be elected and put in the town they grew up in and vested in protecting
nonlethal weapons should be their first objective no more killing pets that's not respected
There is always only one truth the people should have no room to argue
and if representatives represent then what room is there for party agenda
so I would give the people the tool to govern themselves, but they would have to take the time to sit down and see what's going on and if they want to chime in on how to proceed
for the people by the people not for the wealthy should we die over seas
I have seen this in my head since before I understood the vision in me
I could never get there so I just thought I would share the first few steps for you to see.
I no it wont change anything from here but I tried and that counts for something
een if it just feeds my dying American pride
I have not had the repeated visitor in my room for a while.
I thought maybe he was staying in his room. No such luck.
He was in the office when I went in to print something.
“What are you doing?” he asked me. I did not have time to answer.
“She is busy,” my boss told him. I was glad she did this.
He has been brought to my office many times.
He will not stay in a classroom long.
School is not valued in his home.
He skipped the last two years – both online.
One was our school online.
The other one was virtual school which never reported him missing.
He is nine. He has missed two whole years of school.
He is in the second grade, sadly.
How did he fall through the cracks?
He does not know his alphabet or his numbers.
He wants to play in a sandpile or with Playdough.
I cannot say that I blame him.
"Faith, in whatever your directives may be, will always be at a leap--and that must be so for it will justify the measure of your faith. Albeit, if you choose to will faith be delivered to you on a silver platter, then stand still and it will be done. Leap or bestilled, these are the measures of your faith. The method of approach was to appeal to a greater number because there is an obstacle known as doubt. That will be the impetus for a good measure to fall through the cracks." ... by Poet
Faith yon leap
faith bestilled.
Reach out and touch
bring on a silver tray.
Measure your will
your will be done.
Where there is doubt
there is a crack to fill.