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Its not very hard to see
Looking deep into the downward spiral
It all becomes clear to me.
A world destined for hell
And the blind exodus has become viral
I see the millions that fell
Like Zombies trapped in a spell
The mass destruction left behind
Another planet festering with oozing sores
Criminal to name it mankind
All the moral standards that stood before
Future generations will never find.
Treating our creator most unkind.
God's experiment in creating man
Thrown back in his face a full disgrace
How they turned down his master plan
And refused to accept his saving grace
And now the line is in the sand.
One last chance to take his hand.
Choose.
Form:
I saw her as the sun set
She was standing there
Not noticing me
Naked she stood there
Staring straight ahead
She never moved
I watched her
She looked at the sky
Maybe wondering what was beyond
What Heaven was like
She never knew what life could be
Her face was worn and tired
Beaten by age and life
She knew nothing but pain
She didn’t want to remember
But she had no choice
She held a picture
To precious to throw away
It was her life
She never looked at it
She held it close to her breasts
There was a breeze
It rolled across her face
Carrying the scent of distant flowers
Maybe it could’ve meant hope
A last chance
But she never felt it
She never said a word
She stood as still as death
For her there was no world
There was no one
There was nothing to live for
I saw her as the sun set
I saw her leap
She flew like an angel
Only for the briefest of time
But she had found a peace
She had found her smile
I watched her as she fell
And I saw her become no more
Form:
I remember well the small farm scene
Where a man driving a tractor through the wide open
Field was doing all he could, hoping
The clouds might bring rain.
Tomorrow would be none too soon
And afterwards, he said, “We could laugh and dance
As if this was the last chance
To plant seeds and make romance under a bright, full moon.”
I watched him get down off that big machine
And sift through the ground like
He were looking for gold despite
The fact he was searching for something more like a dream.
Deeper down into the ground I watched him scratch with hands and spade
Feverishly as the sun set slow
Turning himself to a golden glow
Until I watched him rise up and say: “This ground is hallowed here today.”
Then abruptly he turned back towards home
With a smile from eyes to ears
(And later I would hear)
This was a land of love and tears where Indians once lived and roamed.
I still remember well the small farm scene
Where a man driving a tractor through the wide open
Field was doing all he could, hoping
He might find something besides the rain.
I ask for nothing,
just relying on Providence;
surprisingly I will experience
an enriching event
that fate has sent...
does anybody wonder why I sing?
I age, and furthermore I feel younger;
wrinkles appear to attest their reminder
that my troubles are of another sort,
and despite more unpleasant occurrences confirming my tort:
these upheavals are raging storms that will soon pass,
and this phase is the ultimate test!
Destiny, unfold this enriching event,
and usher in an age of contentment;
the vitality of these years don't reflect fragility:
resolute and strong, hopeful and diligent...
I can face any hurdle and defy tragedy,
and the hardest challenge is finding trust!
An enriching event was predicted in my natal chart
and astrologers are putting much effort in their research,
to assure me that a better tomorrow is coming;
and should I place my total trust in them,
and catch a rare glimpse and be content...
but Who has given me a last chance at living?
I could never be guided by the unpredictable stars,
what I am amazed about them: is their mysterious glimmer,
but fortune and wealth is the damnation of the sinner,
of that one cursing God for all the plagues and sorrows
inflicted upon them...to punish them for all that was taken without honor
and appreciation; and wouldn't they envy the one opening the golden door?
My harvest is finally ripe, and spacious fields offer their abundant fruits,
every bird has a more sonorous song to make me feel vibrantly alive:
o larks and nightingales, let your joyful ode reach the Heavens above!
My blessings have been too numerous to be counted and this joy exalts
Him with a gratefulness that is equal to every breath I inhale and exhale;
when peace blends with silence: a realistic Heaven is an enriching event!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
THREE SIDES TO EVERY STORY
There’s the prosecution with firm resolve
With a jutting chin, in that righteous pose
Poking accusations, seeking the conviction
And trying to expose all attempted fiction
But with that one last chance at the close
The facts, around which it should revolve
The defence, allowed just a little latitude
Offers reasons why police were mistaken
Upon such factors the case is dependent
And seeking sympathy for the defendant
Claiming that due diligence was forsaken
Open hands, an almost pleading attitude
Then the jury, some keen but others not
Expenses paid yet not covering lost wages
The judge is expecting our decision today
But we’re all still unconvinced, either way
And this trial has been going on for ages
Let us just say guilty with what we’ve got
Enticing whispers on candle- lit sand
beneath an effervescent moon and honey essence
Florescent jasmine in silent touch
as dreams tread softly on purple petals
Amorous glances in shades of blue
'bove silver wisps and wistful waves
A falling star,Unspoken thoughts
Shimmering dust and hundred wishes
The clack of glass,bacchus of wine
Bare toes tip-toeing in search of time
Arms embrace shadows by blazing.fire
as dusk fades slowly 'n distant horizons
Next rooster's dawn welcomes white wings
which spread up high in a new promise
A drop of dew drips on my cheek
while lone I walk to hillside cottage
Mid~Summer kiss awaits his lips
and harp strings find my fingertips
Twilight romance takes its last chance
as our eyes meet in a slow dance.
"When our dance of love became frantic, I faltered, and you danced on my grave."
***
"How did it come to this, my darling one? We may never know the answer, but with the rain in my eyes, you look so beautiful in red."
***
Every direction only led further from you. Every decision was the wrong choice. My desperate pleas of reassurance were only distorted by the air between us. The harder I fought for you, the more quickly you slipped from my grasp. Every word was misunderstood. Every act was taken at face value. Every feeling was indiscernible to the naked eye.
I only have five senses with which to love you, but they lied each time at the critical moment. The desire to be understood is what led to language, but my love for you could not be conveyed by sound or image. Tomorrow's historians will look back at our path of destruction and see only hieroglyphs of war between two sworn enemies.
I never knew that the spark of hate was a slow avalanche of infinitesimal missteps that one day grows to kill you with what was once called love. That, with tears of confusion in her eyes, on cold and unfamiliar terrain, your lover, battle-dressed and mud-soaked, could hold a shaking knife to your throat, once so tenderly kissed, and scream down at you words of fury laced heavily with longing and pain.
And all you can do is bleed out love and hope for one last chance to write her name in the snow.
This entropy, it's endless.
I'm captive in your void of sleep.
My eyes are strung open,
My hands clung to you
But I'm drifting off,
I'm drifting far away,
Away from here, and as hard as I grasp onto you,
I know I won't be back.
Every time it happens.
I can't think straight,
I am so far off,
And if I can't be me,
I can't even stand to be you.
Dormant. Defenceless.
So I hold you by your neck and scream, but
It won't come through.
It never comes through.
And how could it if I can't freaking move?
And how could it if you never wanted a defence
While I'm thrashing and crying
And my throat is burning
With all the hatred,
For every time this happens,
For every night you betray me.
Repeating.
You always take the bait.
We always lay dead in the trap.
And you're leaving me.
You're bleeding out.
Like that, gone for good, without a last chance to bid farewell.
And I can't help but think that,
I'll either live without you
Or die without you
And I can never think what's worse.
So if you can't even see this...
If I can't just breathe with this...
If I don't just kill myself first...
big brother big brother where is our mother
we're hungry and want something to eat
big brother big brother where is our father
who will help us to get what we need
big brother big brother our last chance for hope
can we take you by the hand
big brother big brother can you understand
what it means to be a man
big brother big brother you put us down to walk
and you're just running away
big brother big brother you gave up your mother
while she was begging you to stay
big brother big brother you gave up your father
who gave you all that he could
big brother big brother we were a family
and we thought you understood
big brother big brother you're chasing a dream
that you will never catch
big brother big brother you're waging a fight
with an opponent you can not match
big brother big brother what happened to the love
you had for your fellow man
big brother big brother try to change sides
if you can
Form:
There she was, silenced; in the hush of the night,
By nature's decree and the will of the almighty divine's right.
Upon the pyre, her form ablaze, a somber sight,
While I sought to console my sisters in the fading twilight.
My wife wept, her sorrow embers tinged with uncertainty's shade,
My children held their grief in solitude, their hearts weighed.
Relatives stood in their solemn, scripted charade,
A lifetime together, but I realised how little to her, I’d really paid.
In her eyes, I kept finding stories untold, mysteries wholly deep,
From the moment of my birth, I knew her, yet her secrets were not mine to keep.
Now, as her essence ascends, my heart starts to weep,
As the pyre blazes, and her stillness settles in eternal sleep.
Since my birth, I'd been her world and she mine unfurled,
Yet there she stood, silenced, her voice this time unheard,
God! Now she, my world lies on the burning pyre, cold and still.
Tears eluded me, as I grappled with her absence surreal,
For it was hard to fathom that she was no longer real.
Not when the ventilator ceased its mechanical zeal,
Not when her form turned cold, her gaze fixed in ordeal.
Not when her hand slipped from mine, her silence profound,
As she embarked on a journey to another realm unbound.
I performed the rituals, a trance-like, surreal surround,
Lit the pyre, her earthly vessel's resting ground.
Recalled the scriptures, the teachings of ages untold,
That the body's just a vessel, the soul transcends, for another story to unfold.
Yet, my heart ached, as the flames flickered and rolled,
Hoping for one last sign, one last message to behold.
But she chose silence, a parting so cruel, so unkind,
Left me behind, in a world now undefined.
And that's when the floodgates of sorrow unlined,
Tears cascaded down, leaving my soul maligned.
There she was, silenced, in the blaze's fiery dance,
My world reduced to ashes in a poignant circumstance.
Lying cold still, in her final, poignant trance,
I whispered to my mother, in this heart-wrenching last chance.
“In your first embrace, my heart had forever found it’s home”