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AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER
if the one issue is murder,
murder’s number one,
let’s ignore “the truth”
“put on this blindfold
listen to my soothing words.
i’m your mama.
no, i’m not pulling your leg.
don’t look at the man behind the curtain
nor the puppeteer.
ignore the split; pretend
it’s a banana split, all pretty.
put a bow on it.
don’t worry; you don’t need to look.”
look the other way.
traffic’s coming;
but it’s not you who gets “hit”
mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, in-laws
missing from the family line.
who cares for those lumped
into a heap of parts;
parts for sale
sell the koolaid
in all its l-o-v-e-l-y hues —
choose is the flavor of the day
obey the almighty parade
of fame and fortune
the “sacrifices” don’t even warrant
a burial plot
1/24/2021
Then the Lord said to Cain, Where is your brother Abel?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
The LORD SAID, “What have you done? LISTEN!
Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.”
Genesis 4:9-10 NIV
Oh death where is thy Sting
who rulest over mankinds being
controls the grave a perfect Son
who resurrection for us won
Thou takest every man on earth
with sin which destroys us on our birth
whose reign held sway from Adams time
only one escape from this family line
For perfect Love is as strong as death
and Jesus life will regain us breath
will empty out he mankinds grave
from the sting of death he will us save
Within that time we'll see to choose
to keep our lives or to death lose
the first judgment has not yet come
where the bands of death will be undone
The keys of death to him God gave
from tombs and crypts will mankind raise
a resurrection to judgment or life
those who have done good or practiced strife
The serpent brought about this sting
and Adams fall dids't death to bring
every man in death does dwell
the common grave in error called Hell
Of the serpents poison we all drink
no afterlife of hell or heaven as many think
there is no life within the grave
eternal soul was lost when death God gave
When Jesus opens mankinds tombs
within that day our judgment looms
to him the Father gave power over life
and rule with him will be his wife..
source Gen 2-3 Song of Solomon 8:6
Ecc.9:4-6 1Cor 15:53-58 Rev 1:18
Rev 21:4
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
A wee little one comes knocking at my door
another child I've not seen before.
dark ,curly ,soft and shiny hair
I stroke
as I look upon him and hold him close
a promise of a smile concealed behind innocent eyes.
Another tiny creature..a gift to me
A grandson this time...fifteenth in line
What joy it is for me to see
another precious moment in time.
Christian Jeremiah...that's his name
resembles his brothers....looks just the same
another kindred spirit joins the family line
extending our generation to indefinite time.
Fifteen grandchildren...I say
Never thought to see the day.
I am counting my blessings...and come what may
I've learned to cherish each day that I stay
on God's green Earth......till my final day.
At the end of a family line
she is lost on a bare branch that leads nowhere,
A twig extended into just sky
is her last journey
it is a finger pointing at an unmarked end.
I imagine her a lost little girl,
somebody's orphan or castaway.
When that child cries (which is often),
for the totally lost are inconsolable,
then, I wake up in that emptiness
where nothing branches
I mind-crawl as near as I can get to her.
The closer I get the more a cold wind roars
until that tree of far flung relationship's
sways back and forth.
I try to keep calm, call to her
as if she were a cat
I were trying to coax down from a high place.
She is always looking away from me.
I think she hears my voice
I am sure she knows me, but how and from where?
I can't hold on to this slim rocking branch any longer
and have to edge back to where the limbs
are thick and strong. As I retreat
slowly she fades away or is it I that fades?
She has no recorded history
but we are definitely both on the same DNA ladder
only some rungs are broken
and they can never now be mended.
It's the same old song
of love and the world gone wrong
that endless need and want
that walks in the shadows of democracies haunt.
Is it a dream, some wild restless interlude
of sleepless nights and dreams that exude
the love of self more than your neighbor
and in God's eye, who gains the favor?
Give me your tired and your poor
just don't let them knock on my door
and who is the refugee you see
in the generations before our own ancestry?
Were it not for the passage of time
where would be this familiar family line
of streaming lives in search of the dream
held back by rhetorical bureaucratic screams?
Voices speak and shout yet remain unheard
trying to hold freedoms spurned by false words
content to keep those in charge in political char
when the people's choices remain barred.
This major-minority is too easily swayed by thrills
outspoken and angry at the use of guns and pills
but we are challenged at every turn along
to sing the same old song.
The future lays waiting round the bend
and what wisdom does America send?
Generations still to come
will look back at the foolishness we have done.
welcome to the monster family stomp
tromp slap skittle scurry trip and tromp
were those the rats so evil and furry?
monsters are afraid of these creatures, so hurry!
I think one just bit me down deep in my head!
Man up, you idiot, yelled my uncle rafe.
Dracula is here, showing us how to dance red.
A hoarse laugh made me feel unsafe.
This is as idiotic as the two-step said Auntie Mare.
The next thing I knew, she was thrown down a stair.
Next time there won’t be a warning, Dracula said with a sneer.
I was horrified, because now I was filled with big fear.
tromp slap skittle scurry stomp stomp stomp
this line dancing set up fits well in this swamp.
glad you like it, I can read your mind.
it was some strange creature of the loudest kind.
tromp slap skittle spin twirl, dash spin.
I did not dare get out of the family line I was in.
The great sovereign almighty God
who's always been and ever shall be
Thou the father of all creation
full of perfect love absolutely free
Jesus declares He is the father's son
sent down to do His sovereign will
displaying His love to all His own
dying for sinners on Calvary's hill
Believing on God as our father
this connects us to Jesus His son
all in the one divine family line
with the blessed holy spirit 3 in 1
Our Supreme test is to love God
equally and truly in Jesus name
obeying His every word to the letter
loving the saviour our living flame
God in Christ His son forever eternal
this God calls us to love His son
by believing solely on this Christ
this is God's will that must be done
('Jesus said to them, “If God were your Father, you would love me, for I came from God and I am here. I came not of my own accord, but he sent me.')
John 8: 42 (ESV)
have you ever tried to be
something you're not
ever want something so badly
it could not be forgot
ever believe so hard
that a wish could come true
and most unusually
come true for you
have you ever believed that
you could reach for that star
just above your head
not very far
and told yourself
time and time again
this time I'll win
this time I'll win
that was the way
I felt about you
it really seemed
like my dream
had come true
i tried to be loved
by feelings from you
and what would never be true
i wished so hard for you
i believed in something
and you were that star
forever inside my head
but never in your heart
and i tell myself
time and time again
that hope leads to failure
and to love is to sin
have i not an immortal beloved
that belongs to my soul
must i search forever
while my body grows old
am i cursed forever to believe
that she must be out there
somewhere amongst all the stars
my heaven knows not where
could it be because of God
that she has not been chosen
and the family line till end of time
forever to be frozen
but i must admit
i would be quite content
with just someone in my arms
to have and to hold
and maybe grow old
the two and not just one
Form:
Grandfather and his cursed fortune through black magic
Patrick opened hell through magic
He willed a door open
Tried to reach for the coins of gold in a pot
He went blind reaching for it
But still managed to reach inside of the pot
And pull some out which fell in his daughter’s lap
He tried to close the door but he fell in
To the dark side
He couldn’t stop all the things hitting him
Needles, sticks and darkness
A demon approached and told him he has to be free of sin
To close the door and pay rent or it will be passed through his family line.
Pay back all he took
It made no sense to him he couldn’t close the door
Grandfather died a wicked death the debt passed on
His daughter had to pay it back and close Hell
She spent it, and tried to hide the fact by not telling anyone
She flat refused and died a wicked death
But she passed the gold on to her son
Until the demon came back for it
Every time the person would die he would ask his descendants
And he advised them all how to pay
Or their souls will be forever held in hell
And no one would pay it back
They were hoping no one will find out but are struck with ill fate.
Until her daughter felt such bad luck the demon approached
He said pay only your share
And walk out the darkness with your children
And I’ll close the door.
Only your share and showed her where a vision of where the dead ones are
She paid and walked away.
I call myself a blonde,,,
Never a redhead, like my sister,
Oh, how funny she thinks that is.
Still, another one is the brunette like our mother.
My mother was an Irish and Norwegian girl.
I also have another younger sister who is blonde
Then it also turned brunette like my mother ~ I could
Never figured that out ~ I, of course, thought she dyed it.
Then, there are my three brothers,
Youngest was a sandy blonde, sort of.
The oldest one was also a sandy blonde.
Then there, "was", my brother Bill, who died.
He was also a redhead like my oldest sister.
We bumped heads a lot, too much I thought.
Then, there is my father, who brought the red hair.
He came from a family line of red-haired Scotch/ Irish.
Oh, yes, then there is my lost sister Shirley-Anne
Who died at six months, from what they called a blue baby.
Mom always said she was a sweet baby and a redhead.
I used to wonder if I was her, in a new body, slightly red.
Jan. 19, 2013, Saturday 4 pm
" inspiration from "Duke Beaufort's poem "color crazy" thank you.
As a little girl" I wondered if I was Shirley- Anne, because
I was the girl who came after her, she was born in 1953, and I in 1955,
mom never said too much about my thoughts, so maybe she felt the same.
Or maybe she thought "There goes my crazy little girl"