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My Father God, Creator, Giver of Life, and breath,
I lay down my old nature, and put it to death.
Clothe me with robes of light, I pray,
clothed with humility, with Grace, and mercy leading the way.
Here I am Lord, I surrender my life to you,
teach me in your spirit, show me what is true.
I believe and trust in every thing you say,
I can, and will step back, let you, lead my way.
You brought me through many battles, I have overcome the pain,
all those things that were killing me, were washed out, like rain.
I shall continue therein, as you make me white as snow,
and by the Blood of the Lamb, let the testimony of my mouth, be so!
Three-hundred bodies shrouded in the snow -
stiff symbols of man's evil painted red.
Did horror freeze on the faces also
of women, men and kids who simply fled?
They ran from men outnumbering each one
of them and who with mountain guns shot dead
the half of them who had no chance to run!
Imagine fleeing, filled with so much dread.
Two miles some women ran to get away.
Unarmed and innocent, they must have pled
when found, but troopers shot them anyway.
At one dead woman's breast, a child still fed!
Some boys who hid were told they would be spared
if they'd come forth, but they were circled by
a number of cruel soldiers when they dared
to show themselves. Those beasts wished them to die.
The boys were butchered; then they lay in mud
along with their good fathers once so strong,
Ravines and hills were running with their blood,
and vanished now would be their Ghost Dance song.
This happened in my homeland of the free
but not so brave, yet twenty medals went
to men who took part in that killing spree
(said honor given by the government).
That cold bleak morning, few of them survived.
For white folks, though, a great new century
was just ahead, but all the dreams had died
for those Lacotas killed at Wounded Knee.
For Anthony Biaanco's Guns Contest
'Tis told by those wiser than me
In crisis, freak feelings some see
When scent of death is all around
One's primal pulse does start to pound
Songs sing of outrageous empathy
Crossing all history's epic sea
Death's husky breath whisks one's skin
Like siren calls, invites one in
Lures the wandering and unsure
Whispers through the night endure
Soft, moist lips touch the idle soul
Lean close in and taste blackest coal
Darkness reigns on the killing field
Minds bend to think that they must yield
The loss of light we all lament
Greatness gone and good deeds misspent
Innocents hurt, self-inflicted
Hope grows as the dirge is lifted
Some seek to kiss eternity
See kernels of humanity
Yet many choose to take to flight
Flee from ever-revolving light
Serenely let one freely fly
To thrive anew beyond the sky
Be aware that time knows no tide
As dark draws in, set it aside
What trait makes night prosper in us
Death's embrace we fear to discuss
Will life's sweetest kiss be for all
A dark abyss in which we fall
In 1996 I was living in DC
while serving as a diplomat
At the State Department
My wife was in the military
Serving as a major in San Antonio
That fateful morning, I went jogging
Early in the morning
Fell down a ledge
I did not see in the dark
I shattered my heal
Into a millions pieces
Had to have heel surgery
The ER patched me up
I went to San Antonio
And had the first
Of 15 surgeries
Over the course
of the next nine months
After the army doctors
Preformed an experimental procedure
Using shark cartridge in my heel
The staph infection got lodged
Behind the cartridge
Morphing into an evil, malignant
Mutant, multiple drug resistance staph infection
Had to take IV antibiotics
Using vancomycin the nuclear bomb of antibiotics
Blood tested four times per day
The dosage had to be constantly adjusted
Too little won’t kill the bacteria
Too much could end
killing the patient
Meaning me of course
I Almost lost my leg
And my life
Left me with lifelong arthritic pain
Fibromyalgia and hammer toes
Five years later had two hammer toe surgeries
And will have to do it again within a year
I soon developed a ritual
The night before the surgery
I would call my wife
My mother
My two brothers
My sister
My five best friends
My wife I knew
She would be my side
Even if she was far away
I felt that my brothers
Were indifferent
It would not really matter
If I died or not.
My sister would mourn me
My friends would miss me
My best friend was in DC
And visited me before
And after each surgery
My mother was slipping
Into dementia.
And I was not sure
She understood
What I was going through.
But still I wanted to hear
Their voices perhaps for the last time
before going under the surgeon’s knife.
(This is a poem i wrote in 2012 for the U.S school shooting, which i have now modified to include the Iranian school childern bombing by foreign dìctators,
that killed over a 112 girl students)
( news report: On December 14, 2012, a mass shooting occurred at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, United States. The perpetrator, 20-year-old Adam Lanza, shot and killed 26 people. The victims were 20 children between six and seven years old, and six adult staff members. Earlier that day, before driving to the school, Lanza fatally shot his mother at their Newtown home. As first responders arrived at the school, Lanza killed himself with a gunshot to the head. )
My heart bleeds
for the misdeeds
of man killing man,
But a waterfall of tears
shed from pupils of the eyes
when and whenever
it's school pupils murdered,
The parents apple of their eyes
Lives and schools too sacred
to be massacred therein..!!
I recall of U.S
that one man shootout
Thoughts raced my mind for answers
I think, was it a madman lagerlout?
Indeed drugs, drinking and lack of parental supervision
could together form a lethal combination
Such fatal carelessness and recklessness
must be caused as well by godlessness
so atheism kinda completes self-destruction's equation...
To be able to commit senseless matricide, homicide then suicide
surely requires ample frustration!
As poet Blackpool Jimmy put it,
'lil ones who hardly said hello
are made to bid adieu'
I add, 'investigation into societal causes
is ever highly long due.
For this terrible atrocity
my heartfelt condolence
for loss of innocence
whether the kids are Muslim,
Christian or Jew
I despise all killer instinct ferocity
Innocent angel kids now in heaven
like doves do coo.:'(.
Woe to him, tis for certain for sure
twas a horrendous way
to settle with life the score!
for killers, we believers know,
never rest in peace
whether they kill a stranger, brother,
mother or niece!
And now this latest,
This time a school bombing air strike,
innocent Iranian school students
razed down and erased from earth,
Blood of innocence spilled
and little hearts killed
by heinous evil...
Alas ,shame woe be
on those who maim children
for mercenary claim...
A world changes course
expelling the good grim reaper
twisted joke
entering this forbidden zone
called democracy
Careless acts of violence black and white
mothers burying their children
so much tears soak the very grounds
salt of this earth
where moral order breaks down
in societies failure
A bad replacement shapeshifting demons rule
Where no longer they care about peoples suffering
removing God's teachings from schools
so our forefathers died in vain blood of our ancestors
Taking away human rights
amnesty international laugh a minute
lawless democracies without proper vision
killing without just cause tyrants bragging ill will
Without facing the justice of all lands
Murder is murder so says the judge above all
stealing is robbing without deeds aquired
laid down by the Lord on stone himself
We all know its the devil's playground now
Darkness of your souls reek with many lies told
When fancy coated words fall out vomit
from the mouths who ware suits
As that is a trademark
of the biggest robbers there is
Stealing even by stealth or forced to ground
poisionous morals killing the seed of truth
sewn from the garden of lust dark or light
Open your eyes blind beggars of hell
disfunctional greedy merchants and war criminals
alike you all sign a pact together like wolves
we see the suffering and torment of your weapons
tipped with poison blaming everyone but yourselves
Creating hate through your neverending violence
amongst the innocent victims raped of everything
God be merciful unto your rotten souls
Damning the victims with your pride filled agendas
we all become victims if we sit without a voice listen pride
Peace is the way forward that looks above and beyond
stand down dark spirits your lust knows no bounds
drunken with greed
Light of our saviour will come
one day supreme commander
I will kneel to the creator
When this earth goes into darkness again
we need to pray for salvation
no longer do we walk
but stumble in the pathway
of his loving ways
Rock of faith we stand strong
for our childrens sake
to give them a future generation
Mercy shake hands
make Eden beautiful again
The signs are coming to pass
to celebrate the happiness and joy
Heaven above the angels will sing
Putting words on paper does not make a poet,
Writing a recipe does not make a cake.
Knowing how to comment on football does not make a coach.
Reading just one book does not make an intellectual...
Saying yes and love, oui and amour does not make a polyglot,
Knowing how to paint a picture badly does not make a painter,
Putting a band-aid on someone does not make a healer,
Heating water and cooking pasta does not make a chef,
Being half-informed does not make someone an expert,
Knowing several things and subjects does not make a wise man,
Being white does not give any privileges,
Loving women does not make a 'womanizer',
Stealing a kiss does not make a thief,
Filling out your income tax form incorrectly does not make you a crook,
Killing sleep does not make someone a scoundrel,
Taking a nap does not make you lazy either,
Knowing how to speak well does not make you a loudmouth,
Knowing how to live with art, it's not a farce...!
Tomorrow’s going to find me in another place
I never had the urge to settle down
There’s so much of this world that I’ve never seen
Another mountain, another valley, another town
I get those urges every time I hear a train whistle blow
Or the sound of a ship pulling out to sea
Staying put is killing me and I’ve just got to go
That open road is calling out to me
My memories take me to my youth
Just living for each day
Reveling in the joy that freedom brings
Flew from Spain to Corsica
Saw Ajaccio but I couldn’t stay
Listen to a mermaid as she sings
Barcelona then the other side of Spain
Pull cinderella liberty for New Year’s eve
Take the liberty boat back at Two AM
With a bottle of cognac up my sleeve
Walked around an old castle in Patras Greece
On a warm and sunny day
Stopped in town and had a few
Then it was time to be on my way
Remembering all the places that I’ve been
Look at the lines carved in my face
Wishing I could sail again
Memories time cannot erase
Dreams take me back to the open sea
Stop for a while in Kingston town
See the Southern Cross at night
Pour another tequila down
Life I Desire
Those unseen, the angels
On their daily activities
Just like we do on Earth
Simple life they lives, not taint
Always clean, no spot, always neat
No trespass, they know their worth
Not like you, no lie
Although they are sanctify
They often opt for forgiveness
They don't yield to the temptation of lost
They always humble their wings
Not like you, who always boast
No gossip on themselves
Not like you with malicious slander
I wish I could leave this world
I wish I could be one of them
To leave this world of war behind
Where hatred and killing pervade
To go to the world of peace
Where I would live a peaceful life
Peaceful life is my desire
Gangs in the Cape Flats
are like wild cats
it does not matter who they come across
for you it can come across as a great loss
In an instant
They can become violent
Killing is in their blood
Like a flash flood
Harming people is what they do best
A life that everybody detest
Their lives are like a bad potion
Filled with poison
They will kill, rape and destroy
And take away people’s joy
All this can happen instantly
Without any dignity
Gang members only have respect for self
Only having respect for one self
Never showing respect for each other
Not even for a blood brother
To them poison is more like death
Like taking their last breath
Dying a slow death,
until taking their last breath
Never in a day
Will they go through in a good way.
The only way
Is by being the prey.