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A connection endures,
As it's host surrenders,
To the possibilities,
An infinite world before thee.
A projected reality,
From 2 eyes i see,
A life created for me,
Stemming from the energy.
Purposely full,
Of adversity,
Diversity,
A University of knowledge.
Taking you over the edge,
Earning the wisdom,
To inspire a kingdom,
Of loving participants.
Aware of their dance,
There is a better chance,
To feel the romance,
Within their own experience.
A leap of Faith,
Most are afraid to take,
Fear of creating a wake,
A war, So much more.
For Heavens sake,
Whats it going to take,
For the levies to break,
And retake the world you create.
I can no longer pretend
the lies you tell me are true.
And if they don't quickly end
our relationship is through.
Expecting kisses and beers
you can't make sense of it all.
For you are greeted with tears,
and an emotional wall.
You claim you never cheated,
acting like someone deranged.
And I wasn't mistreated,
citing the vows we exchanged.
Tears choreograph the dance
as forgiveness is pursued.
And you beg another chance
hoping to soften my mood.
But the truth levies a toll
in the form of pain and shame.
And a small part of my soul
feels I'm partially to blame.
10/30/2015
The air splits as jets rip the sky
as death pilots every flight tonight.
And fearing that everyone may die,
panicking people scatter in fright.
Harboring hate, oft levies steep tolls
in the struggle of east versus west.
For martyrs possess revengeful souls,
to that, human bombs can attest.
The sting of a bullet takes a life,
unleashing reality's nightmare.
But, severing a head with a knife,
makes killing a personal affair.
Standing on arrogance, we feel tall
till a mine strikes with its shrapnel bite.
And sold on right, we think we can't fall,
but a boy lies dead, lost to this fight.
Innocent blood spills upon the sands,
among the casualties of war.
And God-fearing souls wash crimson hands,
never knowing what their child died for.
(Quatrain)
2/19/2015
Loneliness feels like a cruel jest,
ignoring your heart's unanswered call.
Searching for a soulmate was your quest:
as the odds of finding one grew small.
Accepting lust as a form of love,
depression drowns your frustrated heart.
And as you struggle to rise above,
you place the blame on a naive start.
A wounded warrior reaps no fame,
refighting battles lost to the past.
For though forged in love's exquisite flame,
fragmented memories failed to last.
While pursuing fate with bated breath,
you hone the edge of forbidden thrills.
And take your pleasure in taunting Death;
using liquid fire and magic pills.
Disappointment draws your troubled soul
towards shadows: away from the light.
And levies an emotional toll:
fueling feelings of fight or flight.
Old New Orleans
Written By: D. Collins 10/21/14
Back in old New Orleans long, before Katrina came.
The Wild Tchopitoulas were the neighborhood gang.
They’d come with their own personal band.
Waking everybody up before 6am.
The old New Orleans is what I remember well.
Before the levies blew, and people lived through hell.
Wherever you went, N’awlins was in the air.
It’s passion, it’s people, and it’s flare.
Being happy was the mission every day.
We replenished that with Crawfish Etouffee.
Back when the elders commanded mucho respect.
That’s the old New Orleans I will never forget.
Corruption in the rumours and on the scenes
High profile slaps and cattle vaccines
Taxes, levies and airport leases
Pleasure decreases and pressure increases
Critics disappear in a bid to peddle fear
Rage and despair always lingers in the air
In the web of science and in the display of art
But it all meets a deaf ear and a hardened heart
Cry much tears and make much noise
But nothing under the sun presents choice
We are in the middle of a humbling occasion
Where we turn to God in desperation
We have tried change in its ranges
And for ages in sin and its wages
And the overturns have brought us to this
Where justifiers of war are men of peace
We now recall unheeded warnings
Now that we suffer squeezed earnings
But that is water under the bridge
We scale in huff the steepness to the ridge
Armed with no trust in fellow man
Neither buying his promise nor plan
And this I will teach my children
To cast faith only to God in Heaven.
K. Muitherero
A primal, survival tactic,
fear, fastens itself to your soul.
It's a psychological state
that levies a personal toll.
Harassed by constant bullying,
timidity fuels despair.
And as you break into a sweat,
Life appears cruel and unfair.
Hearing your pulse pound in your ears,
your fear's difficult to conceal.
For in this vulnerable state,
Reality seems surreal.
People label you a coward,
abandoning you to your shame.
And there's no shelter found in age:
nor in status, money, or fame.
Your life is a living nightmare,
always on the verge of a tear.
And because you're ashamed of it:
anxiety morphs into fear.
Hear Yee , Hear Yee
Elizabeth "The' Queen
Here she lie's dead in state entombed
in saintly grace
Her smile as is her likeness of she no more
Send her forth victorious in resplendent
elegance riding sidesaddle upon an
equine train bitting on the bridle
To spirit her soul away duties levies paid
in full to all bar none subject come
Rest in peace , rest full well , rest in
everlasting ease complete
Blow the trumpets way up on high
let the bugle's cry and pipes a
pipes a play
Unfurl the pageantry and banners of all
ages fly the royal standard at half mast
all around the 4 corners of her Commonwealth
And pray let her know she is in no
small part sorely already missed
And sadly I fear will be for many a long
year to come
So God speed your Majesty on this your
final cavalcade
From reign to grave
As surely he awaits
Most patiently an audience with thee
Your Queen ordained keeper , leader,
defender of the faith
She who's head deemed worthy to be
placed underneath to bear the heaviest
burden of the Regal Crown
Only a hero volunteers for war,
willing to battle and die for others.
And do things they'd typically abhor,
rallying into a band of brothers
defending their homes, sisters, and mothers.
While war levies its toll in flesh and bone
insidious night-terrors haunt the mind.
And yet, in past wars, their cause was unknown,
but atrocities and guilt once combined,
PTSD symptoms aren’t far behind.
I was born while dad fought in Korea,
he had survived two wars before we met.
But who he was, I had no idea.
I knew naught of war; I was three, and yet
mom said my father was this army vet.
I could feel his anger, but not his pain,
though I bore its fury with every beer.
And cringed inside when he acted insane,
building up my resentment tear by tear
for he never offered love, only fear.
Frustrated, he was prone to violence,
but in his last years, I noticed a change.
He had stopped yelling, preferring silence,
and uncharacteristically strange
bouts of kindness, and tears, would interchange.
(English Quintain)
Nov. 11, 2018
A connection endures,
As it's host surrenders,
To the possibilities,
An infinite world before thee.
A projected reality,
From 2 eyes i see,
A life created for me,
Stemming from the energy.
Purposely full,
Of adversity,
Diversity,
A University of knowledge.
Taking you over the edge,
Earning the wisdom,
To inspire a kingdom,
Of loving participants.
Aware of their dance,
There is a better chance,
To feel the romance,
Within their own experience.
A leap of Faith,
Most are afraid to take,
Fear of creating a wake,
A war, So much more.
For Heavens sake,
Whats it going to take,
For the levies to break,
And retake the world you create.