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Many years, I’ve seen a lot
Many things, I’ve stood and fought
Evil was there, then and now
Spreading like wildfire, somehow
I sought other kind people along the way
One worked hard and was killed one day
The corrupt organize like a tidal wave
Flooding over those we want to save
Many years, I’ve seen a lot
Various things I certainly sought
It’s more than most people can understand
Always reaching to unite hand in hand
But time rolls on, as it always does
Often not as we expect because,
Free will has taken people to dark places
New actions with unrecognizable faces
My heart will always have a deep ache
But my soul will always try to make
Whatever I can with what I hold
As I walk through all that I see unfold
I’ll keep on hoping that others will see
At least the full truth that will be,
What keeps them safe and at their best
To live to the fullest and find the rest
Many years, I’ve seen a lot
As flashes of wisdom, I have been taught
Heidi Sands
4/30/22
Flying dreams keep me unaware of the stuff that might keep me in my place.
My eyes have no thought of opening, unaware they are shut,
My heart is pure happiness, in our safe spot.
Until I land hard in my body,
And my hands shake.
I gasp, and my eyes pop open.
My heart is beating rapidly,
I am now
Disturbed, and
Perturbed. I try to return
To the fly zone of ecstasy, but I am
Now starting to resume the earthly awareness
That I am squeezed into this confining shell
I cannot wait until tonight’s REM sleep
Hoping for a more graceful
Landing next time my soul
Returns.
Once, this hollow
in a washed up fish head held
an eye. Now it's just a skull,
an escapee from a crab pot
where it hung as bait to attract
a wandering claw.
I cradle it in my hands,
its flesh picked back to bone.
I see through its ghostly eye
into a submarine world of weed
and waving fronds tipped
with leathery fruit, spiked urchins,
dancing sea worms
and teeth readied
to seize unwary life.
All seems horror, hidden menace
beneath sand or tucked away
in crevices. There, poison barbs,
razor teeth, gullets big enough
to swallow whole lay in wait
and dream beneath
moving shadows.
And then, cast down from above,
a barbed hook baited
with subterfuge, sharpened
to anchor hard in flesh
and be hauled up to drown
a victim in air.
Fish….forgive me for having
commandeered your eye,
but I have done so to honor
your short life
before I lay your head down
on the soft sand and let
the tide take you away,
forever.
I believe whatever entity created us…created us out of love
and meant for that same love to to be our destiny…our fate.
because I can’t find it in my heart to believe a loving creator
would be so cruel as to place us upon this Earth to hate.
I believe we all have the capacity to love…it’s with us from the moment of our birth…
like how we appreciate and love all the beauty our creators placed upon this Earth.
The animals, the mountains, the rivers…the valleys, the flowers, the trees,
the sunrises, sunsets, rainbows, the butterflies, the bees.
We love the Earth and all her wonders so much…we even call her Mother…
but our problems lie when we refuse to expand our love…out to one another.
Many of us have created a space for the people we love …a safe and comfortable little box.
The dilemma occurs when we refuse to let our love grow outside of our box.
We are not meant to box our love away…not meant to put up walls around us.
Our box should be the entire world and all the people who surround us.
Love is meant to flow freely everywhere…that is the way our creators designed it
It is only humans who are confused…and try hard to confine it.
If love is meant to flow throughout the world…then our actions need to be corrected
it’s up to us as humans to tear down these walls of hate we have so arbitrarily erected..
It won’t be easy as these walls we’ve built are strong and meant to keep us all apart.
and because it takes generosity, mercy, love, understanding and time to change a bitter heart.
But it can be done…it must be done…if a kinder, gentler, more loving world we want see
If we ever want to become the people…our creators hoped for us to be.
No matter how long it takes…we must tear down these walls of hate…
but….when I think of the new world we can build…
it will be worth he wait.
Explosions screamed
Flame and fire roared
Hell before my eyes
My mind panicking to absorb
Thunder cracked open the cruel sky
Rain hits so hard
Bullets fly
Sensations flood through the mind
Mud splattered up, blood in my eyes
A mighty pain hits from behind
Hit the ground hard
Then I die
A solemn quiet
A familiar moon
Stars light up the sky
I feel then see movement then stand up right
In no man's land I'm with my kind
Moving together to a further light
No sounds, no fear, no tears to cry
Eruption of fate for a thousand more lives
We walk on through battle as others die
They join our movement, no guns, no knives
We look at each other through dead men's eyes
A sea of silent movement over fields of cries
A sea of slaughtered life sacrificed for the sake of mankind
A sea of heroes, a sea of lies,
dreams killed forever by bullet, bomb or knife
She’s a small little fairy all by herself,
She desires to be all alone,
Loving the silent words in her mind,
She’s the whole complete gang on her own,
Who’s never surrounded by the wrong type of thought,
Never surrounded by hard,
Difficult ideas she will not agree with,
Ideas that are viciously barbed,
Alone she’s the rose free full of the love,
The love that everyone craves,
The happy and proud with a beautiful smile,
With love, she’s the beautiful flame,
And she sneaks to our minds when we are alone,
She’s Electra with a radiant light,
Like Rhiannon alone with the whistling wind,
She comes to our dreams in the night.
A calm morning with the nippiest breeze of October,
the moss-covered rocks shed the surf:
as it is thrown back into the tumultuous surge,
and on the glimmering and soggy sand...
the writhing shellfishes won't survive without the salty water;
they will helplessly hang on life, only to perish on land!
With wool gloves and cap I'm still cold,
and still my skin is exposed to sunburn;
a motorboat crosses the hazy horizon,
emitting a sharp blast from its noise horn,
but the silent sea-gulls lack the urge to flutter away,
there in throngs they fight off the chilly day!
Sullen as a turbid ocean, I tumble down the soaked dunes,
slammed hard by a ferocious wind not offering solace;
I swirl in agitation reaching for my warm cap,
which gently lands into an abandoned basketball's net!
Why is everything so tuneless as the surly larks...
the sluggard's eyes snap with anger as a hound barks!
The early sunset turns crimson, then gradually swarthy,
warning the haggard fisherman to pull the fishing rod
out of the foul water...to make him feel too forlorn;
suddenly...the windstorm increases the swelling of the rolling waves,
and the beach-goer, so serene and supine, has to leave hurriedly:
this was a remote refuge for his earnest prayers and quite thoughts!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
He had a way with words,
An avuncular style,
A throaty little laugh,
A world embracing smile.
He didn’t suffer fools gladly,
He thought that I was thick
But not too bad really for
A Yorkshire country hick.
He came into my life
For just a year two
One of those characters
That just passes through.
Raw recruits together
Both misfits in our way
Wouldn’t be given houseroom
In the Army of today.
This was sixty years ago
When his career came to end
And so often over the years
I’ve thought about my friend.
Somehow I bumbled through
A life of undiscovered crime
While my poor old mate
Got caught out every single time.
I stood, both escort and witness,
Even brought the final charge,
That set in motion the events that
Returned him to the world at large.
He wrote to me from civvie street
To say thank you and goodbye,
An offer of continuing friendship?
I didn’t even bother to reply
All these many years later
A thing I’ve lived to regret
One of those true characters
It’s so very hard to forget.
A misfit who loved his words,
Who tried to escape in drink,
Who for a while survived
Always living on the brink
Not so many months after
By mutual consent
It was agreed
Time that I too went.
I wrote to my old friend
I felt I had to try
But like me earlier
There was no reply.
For a long time I missed him
Missed his way with words
Missed his throaty chuckle
His laughter at the absurd.
These many years later
I still have fond recall
Of my fellow misfit
And how we survived it all.
He didn’t suffer fools gladly
Often told me I was thick
But not too bad really for
A Yorkshire country hick.
Among the masked faces and coloured smoke,
All I remember is the shadow that spoke.
I won’t forget how loud it did scream,
It still lingers… creeping into my dreams.
Away from my friends I stood there alone
On an empty road, thinking of the souls forlorn.
Screams and wails I suddenly heard:
From a shadow… leaning on an old barrier.
It didn’t stop, though I struggled hard
Until I saw the road leading to an old graveyard.
The screams echoed, but I knocked down flat.
Someone had carried me away, and I was out of that.
But in all my life, I never had known,
Any news from the shadow that spoke.
10/14/2018
Even in a dark world, you think there is light.
Every time I open my eyes, there's nothing but pain in my sight.
People are hurting, bodies deteriorating, minds going crazy.
Every morning, I wake up and ask God why this has to be?
Babies are getting kidnapped, taken from their homes;
Women jumping out of cars because they're being beaten on.
Families are losing their houses because of wildfires;
The government is making plans, taking food out of our mouths.
The African race is trying to go back to slavery days;
Now they want to end all black everything, taking away our pay.
Freedom is getting hard for illegal immigrants,
Being deported and rounded up by ICE back to their homeland.
It's a pain every day to watch social media or the news.
Every day, someone is getting shot and murdered for public views.
Young kids are getting lazier by the minute;
They just want to be on any platform, shaking their asses for pennies.