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Flaming rocks fell from the sky scorching the earth & boiling the seas. The fall out of the event was truly massive taking the life of living things as far as eyes could see. Smoke hovered in the sky like rain clouds obstructing the view of from where the fireballs came. All I could think is, this is how the world ends, in a hail of destructive fire rain. The flames brought about immeasurable pain & this was evident when I heard the screams. It was a nightmare that I couldn't unsee & so unreal that I thought it to be a dream. Bodies burned like a field of scarecrows as if they were nothing more than sacks of straw. I never imagined that I would ever see this day all the while wanting to forget what I had saw. I awakened in a pool of sweat with tears running from burning eyes. I was shaken but relieved and thankful to be alive for I had dreamt the world had died.
I followed a raindrop to the sea
Ahead of the storm...following me!
Picked up the pace, to skirt disaster
Quick as I was, the storm was faster
The barometer with fervor fell
The wind danced like a dervish from hell
The thunder rolled and the lightning cracked
Hail descended and peppered my back
Rain ripped the tide and flooded the street
A monster bred from tropical heat
Kept running amok, seeking shelter
Then swam like a duck, helter skelter
A twister kissed me, cast me aloft
Then softly tossed me, towards well past soft
Ended up poolside, up in a tree...
With a beautiful view of the sea
KJV: Isaiah 2:4, " ... they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks:" ... by Isaiah son of Amoz re last days of Judah & Jerusalem
Insomuch, the northern rains be as brief,
and the winds tear the southern plains relief,
sobeit, that the realm is the victim,
and the seas rise as victor; its dictum,
praise be not the state claim of righteous earned,
challenge naught by singularity spurned,
howbeit, by a greater force yon ours,
deliver its wrath on the land it scars,
then sheath the swords of heartless warriors,
in their mildness find besprent carriers,
and restore the misty dew dawn's embrace,
while tethering the plains a moistures grace,
and hail the dutious guards their former posts,
and the forces that be, as the realms host's.
THE MARTHA BRAE WITCH ARRIVED IN TAMPA WITH HER GUNMAN FROM JAMAICA TO END MY LIFE HE DIED AT MY FEET DESPERATE MY PLEAS WERE DESPERATE SHE WAS AFTER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MY LIFE MY DEATH MY SOUL MY IDENTITY IMPERSONATING ME PERPUTRATING FRAUD IDENTITY AGAINST ME 23 YEARS LATER THE WITCH RETURNED BREAKING IN MY HOME OBSESSED WITH MY MILITARY VETERAN SPOUSE TAKING OUR CLOTHES GARMENTS PRIVATE PERSONAL DOCUMENTS BIRTH MARRIAGE DEATH CERTIFICATES OBITUARIES OF FAMILY MEMBERS SEARCHING MILITARY RECORDS TO PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON US LEAVING ORNAMENTS MADE OF DIRT FROM THE MARTHA BRAE RIVER IN ST ELIZABETH JAMAICA SHE PLOTTED A CURSE A HAITIAN ROOT TO END MY LIFE OR CAUSE HEALTH PROBLEMS OR EVEN DEATH PURE SUFFERING FOR MY FAMILY I PRAYED THE ROSARY OVER THIRTY TIMES CONSTANT HAIL MARY'S MY CHEROKEE ANCESTORS DANCED MY GREEK ANCESTORS THE THEOS GATHERED FROM MASON VERONA VINCENTINO CONTINUOUS PROTECTION MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND AND I ADMINISTERED HOLY WATER TOSSING THE JAMAICAN CURSE IN THE LAKE PRAYING FOR THIS DEMONIC WITCH TO FLEA BACK TO THE MARTHA BRAE RIVER WHERE SHE BELONGED FOREVER WALKING BACKWARDS AS NIGHT CRAWLED UNDER DAY GOD CRIED GIVING THE SOUND TO ONLY JESUS REPLIED FATHER WHY IS THE LAND THERE SHOULD BE GOODNESS IN TRUTH THE WATERS BEGAN TO BREW FLOWING BACKWARDS BACK TO THE CARIBBEAN SEA BACK TO THE TAINO WITCH THE MARTHA BRAE WITCH WAS BITTER ANGRY SHE COULD NO LONGER PERPUTRATE FRAUD UPON ME AND MY FAMILY DESTRUCTION AND SUFFERING RAGED THE WRATH GOD PROMISED ME HE WOULD PART THE RED SEA MOVE MOUNTAINS AS I PASS OPEN THE GROUND SEPERATING ME FROM MY ENEMIES DRY UP THE RIVERS AS I WALK OVER HOT STONES AND NOT GET BURNED A 23 YEAR OLD CURSE REMOVED FROM MY FAMILY NO MORE JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD WITCHES I AM A HOLY WOMAN OF GOD GET BEHIND ME SATAN EVERY KNEE SHALL BOW ALL SOULS WILL KNOW ON EARTH IN HEAVEN AND UNDER THE EARTH EVERY TONGUE SHALL CONFESS THAT JESUS CHRIST IS LORD WITH THE GLORY OF GOD THE FATHER
AMEN
Leeds, we have a strong City,
Open the gates once more,
For the poor and the needy
And the sting of death we shall devour.
Pour out a prayer unto the heaven
Let Grace expand all our borders.
Leaping high and wide and dwelling
We will bear in the tide all the fears.
We have been in pain, hurt and broken
Brought forth from the wild,
The inhabitants of the earth had fallen
In travail as a woman with a child.
The Lord comes out of his place,
To discipline the inhabitants of the earth.
Leeds has cried out for deliverance,
A new era of hope is springing forth.
Come, people, enter your houses,
And shut the doors behind you.
Establish peace, and righteousness
Let the truth be restored and fragrantly grow.
Hide yourselves for a little moment,
Until the wind of indignation is past.
Lost in the cycle of the world event
Memories of those who dwell in the dust.
The Lord will be a crown of glory
To the remnant of his people,
When the overflowing scourge passes empty
Vanished into the air like a tempest of hail.
OLD MAN WINTER
DONE DID IT AGAIN
WHEN I GET HOME
I'LL NEED A TONIC AND GIN
RAIN, HARD RAIN
KEEPS COMING DOWN
GIGANTIC PUDDLES
COVER THE GROUND
MY FEET ARE COLD
THEIR SOAK TO THE BONE
I STILL HAVE 2 MILES
BEFORE I REACH HOME
MY UMBRELLA GOT TWISTED
THEN BLEW AWAY
NOW I HAVE NONE
THE REST OF THE WAY
THE FASTER I RUN
THE WETTER I GET
PLEASE DON'T LOOK NOW
MY HAIRDO'S A WRECK
MY COAT IS 10 POUNDS
MY POCKETS HAVE POOLS
EVERYONE'S RUNNING
AND WE ALL LOOK LIKE FOOLS
NOW WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT
THE HAIL STARTED DOWN
I WAS SLIPPING AND SLIDING
THEN HIT THE GROUND
I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT
I'M SO CLOSE TO HOME
TOTALLY SOAKED
AND CHILLED TO THE BONE
OLD MAN WINTER
LOVES TO PLAY GAMES
AND IF YOU LET HIM
HE'LL DRIVE YOU INSANE
I FINALLY MADE IT
HOME AT LAST
HERE I SHALL STAY
TILL THIS WINTER STORM'S PASSED
In a moment of magic I once gave her a juicy innocent peach
Not yet knowing that she harboured a sweet nascent dream
In which as a youngster she knew that she would marry the one
Who handed such a fleshy gift to the gypsy Queen of Fairy Land
Bestowed upon her by night’s prophesy she carried the vision of
Requited love and blissful peace brought by subconscious longing
And spiritual clarity of a Higher Power submerged in compassion
A passionate fruit with soft skin and one huge seed of togetherness
We eloped together into a new dawn
The doomsayers had a field day as they harvested bitter doubts
‘It will only last a couple of months and the peach will turn rotten’
‘You cannot feed on clairvoyant oracles and meek pagan beliefs’
‘They are deluded insane and caught up in misguided romance’
They called her a witch a seductress and labelled me irresponsible
With so much at stake painted pictures of broomsticks and failure
While we had found the jewel in a haystack without even searching
And set fire to the past as we danced naked around a fire of passion
We knew the truth of intuitive feeling
One can never be sure what lies at the end of paths never taken
Whether road blocks and diversions belittle emotions and faith
But they who ignore heavenly signs forfeit adventure and truth
Stay stuck in spent time and hail its dubious comfort at their peril
We travelled and found a small hut on the beach out of sight
Collected starfish and driftwood and caressed wounded souls
Carved wedding bands out of sea shells and called upon dolphins
To witness our marriage surfing along happily ever since then
A cormorant applauded the feast
Under a star studded canopy on the miraculous shore of belonging
We never strayed from what intuition and feelings offered for free
Meandered on the shoreline and set our sails into a magical ocean
Tasted the salt of a mindful earth and soothed our recovering minds
Never questioned the wisdom of our union shared by hungry souls
Treasure pleasure and joy weathered powerful storms and all tides
The cosmos donates all we ever need once we are willing to navigate
Waves and effervescence sparkling desire and in our case a peach
Leading the universal way
13th May 2020
During the Civil War, money came late,
Indians starved, left to their fate.
Two braves came across a white farmer's food.
They were hungry and stressed and in a bad mood.
Little Bear picked up an egg, Grey Elk said no.
Some things we can't do, some places can't go.
This is a white man's farm; we can't be here.
Little Bear threw it down with contempt for Elk's fear.
Grey Elk was stung, he killed five whites in the farm.
Chief Little Crow found out; said you've done us all harm.
A young man shouted, "Little Crow is afraid, a white man's tool."
Little Crow said, "I am not a coward and not a fool."
[chorus]
Never tell a Warrior he's afraid.
A red cloud will rise, a price will be paid.
The sitting bull will run with the crazy horse.
The wolf pack of fate will follow its course.
Said Crow: Count your fingers any amount.
White men will come faster than you can count….
they will turn on you and devour you all.
Like leaves your women and children will fall.
Little Crow knew what a hopeless battle meant.
But after so many broken treaties, he had to consent.
Friend Wabasha said: It is Great Spirit's will.
We have got to die. Let us, then, kill!
Sioux lost the war, the goal beyond reach.
"I'm ashamed" Little Crow said in his last speech.
Whites are cowardly women, but they won the fight.
Now we must scatter, like buffalo in flight.
[chorus]
Never tell a Warrior he's afraid.
A red cloud will rise, a price will be paid.
The sitting bull will run with the crazy horse.
The wolf pack of fate will follow its course.
There came many seasons, a Drying Grass Moon,
In Dakota reservation, not enough room
Water no good, no game they could see
They buried Crazy Horse at Wounded Knee
By the Yellow Medicine River imagine that force
Traveling Hail, Lightning Blanket, and Crazy Horse
Fierce riding Braves, Flying Hawk and Lone Horn.
From a vain quest of courage, a legend was born.
every day and a sweet shop
On a plateau in the middle of nowhere, there was
a shop selling chocolate and week-old newspapers
I had no money, but in exchange, the man
accepted a hail of hay, the farmer gave when he
told me to go make my own bed, I had slept with
The milkmaid he had wanted for himself
as the evening gently fell over the desolate landscape
A horse came walking to the sweet shop that
also sell crossword puzzles and mouth harmonicas
It was the owner's transport, and he didn't like to stay
all night, asked me to take the shift, his main
The problem was all the rats that tried to break into his
shop, I could sleep on the kitchen table to avoid
being bitten
Nine, the next morning, he was back riding his steed
Red lips are not ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ kissed by the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dead.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ their love pure.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ eyes ¦¦¦¦ lure
When I behold eyes blinded in ¦¦¦ stead!
Your ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ exquisite ¦¦¦¦ limbs knife-skewed,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ rolling there
Where God seems ¦¦¦ to care;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ Love they bear
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ in death's extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings ¦¦¦ so soft, --
Though ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ murmuring through raftered loft, --
Your ¦¦¦¦ voice is ¦¦¦ dear,
Gentle, and ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ clear,
As theirs whom none ¦¦¦ hear
¦¦¦ earth ¦¦¦ stopped ¦¦¦¦¦ piteous mouths that coughed.
Heart, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Nor large, nor full ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ made great with shot;
¦¦¦ though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
¦¦¦¦¦ you may weep, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ touch them not.
(Blackout of Greater Love by Wilfred Owen)