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Unwise friend, you ask me questions
that even I cannot answer...
is any rose, without torns, ever
going to survive a harsh winter?
And is a flower withered by its own vitality,
or is a healthy and strong body
ever seeking a cure for its unfelt afflictions?
I sought the same answers in my younger age,
and while growing up to summarize an early maturity...
many events were none than a tragedy;
and the biggest of all: my unresolved rage!
An existence tediously lived,
and days foolishly spent...
like those of an infamous musician
playing his fllute to himself;
and if a passerby hears him,
he would be critized and rediculed!
Untaught friend, you search truth
and still can't find your own voice;
your unyelding words are muffled by noise:
the other senseless voice that hummers
a different tune...to find its purpose
in confusion without flair,
removing all the gray of the hair...
to make credibility so self-evident!
Clinging to unverifiable stories,
to prove yourself an admirable hero,so great,
doesn't make you stand out
in this very realistic time gathering evidence;
and to leave your mark and legacy,
not handed down by history:
is a deceitful and rejected thoeory...
to preserve this untarnished truth!
September 6th, 2016 1:43 pm
Open poem to DAPL
So when did living here before you become a crime?
Was it before or after you fed us lies?
So many of our people suffered and died
So that yours could live and thrive.
When did you become more important then me?
There's greed that clouds your eyes so you don't see
The distruction behind your path
And the evil in your shameless wrath.
Forced upon us death by location
Delivering us into your false salvation.
You want our home, the place of our heart
And continue to plant your seeds to leave your mark.
Generations of oppression run in my veins
And you have the nerve to overlook our pain.
Genocide by your ancestors onto mine
And not much has changed within time.
Today we still feel the fight
Right now its oil over life.
That aint right.
To feed the mouths of few
And to benefit mostly you.
Continuining to oppress our people
Feeding us dishonesty in your sheeple.
But the war for this land has always been forged
And our cries for change are constantly ignored.
We march in resistance and defy odds
This kind of heart cannot be taught.
Warriors by heart protectors by blood
It will take a lot more than a pipeline, genocide or opression to stop us.
Our prayers are heard and we will continue to pray
To protect our water is to protect our sacred ways.
Standing together creating a wall
We will watch your greed, your lies and your impure intentions fall.
You cannot eat oil nor replace our mother land
So in Standing Rock together we STAND.
Birds and Bees
The bunnies hop forever-
as do birds and bees
but I fear I'm subjugated
by this horrible disease.
I pick the poets,
she loves me not.
And I fear I cast my love
into oceans naught.
Full of fear and pain
and haunting death.
The screaming is so real now-
when will I seek my last breath?
Crying all my tears
and ripping up my fears
in stained glass poetry.
I wonder if they'll ever go away,
so I fight each day and try.
So I fight and I try
so damn hard not to cry.
For if my tears ever did flow
they'd form a bubbling brook
that somehow leads
to a rainbow.
The rainbow is
not far from here
But still I'm stuck
in decades tears.
A lifetime spent
beyond the bow,
I must stay safe here,
this I know.
For the beyond leads
to a passion play,
I'll plant the seeds-
of love and dust
and the deepest trails
I'll dream of you
and your betrayals
even to this day.
You left me here
from the rain
good as dry.
And now I cry even seeing
a scattering butterfly.
For she can stretch her wings
and fly beyond the bow.
The bluebird catches
upon breeze
and sings
a beautiful song
I'm not sure that I know.
But among the trees
and birds and breeze,
You left your mark here known.
And in this ancient forest here,
I carefully select your tomb.
Knowing I may pass this way near,
with my brain forever riddled with
the nature of your disease.
And leave your mark on the path
that you have sown.
We’re all just stories in motion, full of metaphors and simile and poetic notions but when the likes feel like love then the love feels like work, but you never put it in now somebody’s getting hurt that’s a lesson, but you can turn the page that’s a blessin’, release your new edition let the world feel your essence. When you can’t figure out what your story has in store but you know it’s never ending so you always plotting more it’s time to edit, some pages gon fold you gotta let it cause if your story stays the same you eventually regret it we know life is just a gamble to pick your prize you gotta bet it. Set it, leave your mark make sure they don’t forget it, don’t let it, break your heart if they don’t seem to get it that’s your vision plot a course and execute precision if they won’t get out your way make your entry a collision then incision, your path to your goals on a mission, to grow to where you never introduce yourself again cause when you enter any venue, they already know your name, that’s fame.
Color me red
And blunt my bangs
Obscure my brows
And shield them from the sun
Replicate your enigma
Polished and shined
A mirror to your soul
Twin pools of gray
With a hint of blue
That's ever growing wider
What is it you see
When you meet your gaze?
Please hold me tight
Enough to leave your mark
Pink crescent moons
Dyeing my shoulders
Serving as your earthbound tether
What was it you saw
When you met your gaze?
Have you lost your place
Among the stars
My Full Moon Queen
My Full Moon Queen?
Your abdicated throne
Gleams pitch-black here
My Full Moon Queen
My Full Moon Queen.
September 6th, 2016 1:43 pm
Open poem to DAPL
So when did living here before you become a crime?
Was it before or after you fed us lies?
So many of our people suffered and died
So that yours could live and thrive.
When did you become more important then me?
There's greed that clouds your eyes so you don't see
The distruction behind your path
And the evil in your shameless wrath.
Forced upon us death by location
Delivering us into your false salvation.
You want our home, the place of our heart
And continue to plant your seeds to leave your mark.
Generations of oppression run in my veins
And you have the nerve to overlook our pain.
Genocide by your ancestors onto mine
And not much has changed within time.
Today we still feel the fight
Right now its oil over life.
That aint right.
To feed the mouths of few
And to benefit mostly you.
Continuining to oppress our people
Feeding us dishonesty in your sheeple.
But the war for this land has always been forged
And our cries for change are constantly ignored.
We march in resistance and defy odds
This kind of heart cannot be taught.
Warriors by heart protectors by blood
It will take a lot more than a pipeline, genocide or opression to stop us.
Our prayers are heard and we will continue to pray
To protect our water is to protect our sacred ways.
Standing together creating a wall
We will watch your greed, your lies and your impure intentions fall.
You cannot eat oil nor replace our mother land
So in Standing Rock together we STAND.
I hope that you dance
When given the chance
I pray that you feel
What's intense, raw and real
Be engulfed in flames
That will withstand the rains
Be on fire for God
Don't fear being odd
When you eat, I want you to taste it
When you dream, I want you to chase it
Don't allow yourself to be drawn
By the pull of what's fond
With your roots planted firm
Don't wiggle or squirm
Don't quit reaching high
Until you conquer the sky
Don't be a girl that's easy
Please trust and believe me
Imagination is far better
Be a real go getter
Use your five senses
When building your fences
Hunger for more
Of what's in store
Don't just talk about it
Decide you can't live without it
Do whatever it takes
To make the world shake
Leave your mark
On a piece of bark
Sing along
To your favorite song
Take a stand
Lend a helping hand
Give benefit of doubt
Despite what about
Guard your heart
Be a work of art
Keep them guessing
Reap your blessings
Take deep breaths of autumn air
Wherever your at, be somewhere
Adorn your slice
Present yourself nice
Be blunt and bold
Watch your dreams unfold
Stay young at heart
Finish from start
Filthy up your halo
Embracing the snow
Don't label yourself
By circumstances or wealth
Think of tomorrow
Every time you borrow
But don't live in fear
Of that, you can't hear
Enjoy the moment
Or you'll never own it
For, tomorrow will become today
Not a moment can stay
Whether Politics or Personal
By Franklin Price
10/29/2018
Whether Politically or Personally
You are who you appear
Who you are from day to day
Election time or year to year
How you socialize with others
Should be who you are alone
Who you are on Facebook
The same as on the telephone
To blame it on another
Is to lie within your mind
They are not you, and you not them
I hope that you will find
If you desire to be yourself
Not as the many all around
You may choose to climb the mountain
Or remain on lower ground
If you're not up for office
Don't act as those who are
Vote how your conscience tells you
Leave your mark and not a scar
Do you hunt the moon with a paw's swipe
As your green eyes embrace the night
Black as the darkness you enthrall
Breaking silence by screeching bawl
Never pet spirit free
Roam the night's city
Seek the shadows of the dark
Fangs embedded razor sharp
Tear the flesh raw
One last whimper falls
Fly from roof to roof to roof
Dance love's tango leave aloof
Fight for space leave your mark
Flee from packs of savage bark
Ascending into the night's air
Landing on soft feet without fear
Hunched up back a snarling hiss
Claws like daggers that don't miss
Hounds think better and return home
Dawn waves back velvet tones
With a yawn and long stretch
Feet to home the cat gets
Safe in warmth of fluffy pillow
Lazy cat so cozy and mellow
Purrs away the coming day
At night is when black cats play
Only time will tell the outcome of this rhyme,
Whether it will succeed in the nick of time.
So better safe than sorry, as they say,
A good beginning makes a good ending, I pray.
I’ll write a little bit of this and a little bit of that,
All fingers and thumbs as I lay down my hat,
Better safe than sorry - the acid test,
I’m as busy as a bee and I’ll give it my best.
If the poems voted up I’ll be as pleased as punch,
Or back to basics because there’s no free lunch.
Between you, me and the bedpost I’m hoping for the best,
That it proves head and shoulders above the rest.
With luck it reaches the four corners of the Earth,
For I’ll give my right arm for some literacy worth.
I dream that the votes might go through the roof,
That I’m not hung out to dry as a poetic spoof.
I’m not asking the Earth and it could just be pot luck,
Whether this is a raving success or as dead as a duck.
Will this win an award? Yeah, in your dreams!
This could be the end of the line, it seems.
Writing this poem’s not all sweetness and light!
It’s a long shot trying to get this right.
Just have to keep my pants on, cross my fingers and all,
That it takes the world by storm and I’m not in free fall.
I can only hope I knock it out of the park,
That it’s not just a stab in the dark.
Last be not least let me bend your ear,
For this opportunity doesn’t knock twice I fear.
I’ll leave you with something to chew on my friend,
It isn’t rocket science, we all get there in the end.
It might be a white knuckle ride at times,
But you can leave your mark with a poetic rhyme.