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I see you running up and down the street staring at me through your dark tinted mirror; I couldn’t see your face but I saw your hands moving about on the steering wheel as you mount that battered hill with curiosity and reality staring in your face.
I have subdued all feelings and continue to search of new meaning. I want to catapult up to sky and have some fun before I die. Are you going to mask your hands too with a gloves and a colored shoe?, What are you afraid of? The dress, the crown or the new frock? I saw you going up the hill with something that is smaller than you but you ride with a vision that is bigger than yourself.
The sun rises slowly over the hill and burst through myriads of grey clouds pouring out a warm friendly smile that sinks deep into my flesh. The morning sweat kept seeping through my pores soaking my clothes and dripping water all over the floor, it’s as if I have just ran a marathon ten times around the track clocking a faster time with all that I have got .
I can see you standing over there looking at me over here. Driving up and down on the street disrupting my heart beat. Why did you come here if you have nothing to fear, you kept hiding from me as if you are my destiny. I do not know for sure where this is going but I will journey with you to the end.
The big stage is rolling in and the streets are busy with fine merchandise from home and abroad, trucks are lined up at the corner and the streets shoppers and vendors are walking around trying to get the early morning sales.
The actors are repeating their lines and dancers from all over the world are rehearsing for the big event. A hundred and ten bands are on the track and the jazz performers are waiting at the back.
Big trucks parked up on the business street with millions of dollars of catered food stuff; chef, waiters and waitress are running about clearing the trucks and unpacking the stuff, it is going to be a big bang with coronation bells flying all over the land.
See them dressed up over there in fine costume and carnivals boots, their painted lips and exquisite attire set the whole world on fire, the music is playing in the background and everyone is gathering around
Come to where I live and I will show you something astounding, the streets are packed and the birds are flying in the air and the message is quite clear.
As the morning peaks over the hill, I wander through the dark and stroll down the park and whisper a silent prayer for my rose. Its fragrance filters throughout the atmosphere touching hearts far and near, it is the part of me that you cannot see that is always crying out for thee and deep down in my heart I want you to set her free. She has sacrificed for everyone; cleaning garbage and emptying pan, but no one ever says thanks.
My heart goes out for thee and I will do anything for you to set her free, she spends longs hours typing away on the computer, writing long letter some of them are more than fifteen pages , long enough to turn into a book or a lyrical song. I don’t know exactly what she does but she works night and day and when she is not outside the yard cleaning the garbage, she is at the computer typing away.
She wants to go to a country where she can breathe fresh air, she detests being over here; I don’t’ like the way they treat her and I don’t like the way they communicate with her, sometimes my spirit groans when I look at her clothes. She walks around in dirty clothes and doesn’t even have soap to clean her body and I feel very sorry.
They use her and abuse her; she is the money-making machine and the brains behind the wheel. She is educated to the highest level but goes to bed hungry almost every night. Please help her to get out of this awful plight.
She is brilliant, focused and fit and has the remedy for everything, she is stable and kind and is in love with the divine, where that person is I don’t know but I can tell when she sits and look into space, she is bringing the image of a close friend to the center of her being .
She loves writing but she would love to do that at another place so please don’t stand in her way. Please give her what she needs so that she can fulfill her lingering dreams.She has a big soul and she love from the depth of her heart and when the day is done it breaks my heart to see that no one cares for her.
She doesn’t get pay for what she does and she work for long hours seven days per week without a single pay; they have turned her into a money machine making but I hope that she will fulfill her dreams when she unites with destiny beyond the hill, she will continue writing those inspiring letters.
That’s All
Christine
I stood up on the table to see what was there and the ground began to shake throwing objects all over the place; the tall building collapse and sinks instantly into the ground the house fell on its side covering everyone alive.
The trees began to tumble down and the mountains give way and the earth swallowed up its prey and the bridge that connects the cities crashes suddenly and fell into the sea and a ferocious wind began to blow tossing the city to and fro.
Screams and shout echoes from a distance and the heavens open its pregnant wings and empty gallons of water in the dry stream and the desert crawls helplessly on its broken knees and soaked its body.
The tectonic plate has shifted and I moving into another direction, it has been going on for more than three billion years and it is finally getting there. A three-dimensional figure is converging in the center, the transformation has begun, and the earth is singing a new song. The wall of the city has broken down and wanderers were ejected from the town, everything is closing in and a new atmosphere is chiming in.
Things happen suddenly to throw you off balance and the big crack across the street is telling you that the journey is complete; it took the travelers by surprise but there was nothing much that they could do but put on a different pair of shoes and watch the earth tectonic plates grind past one another, releasing lots of energy around the corner. It spews lava out of the ground and the molten rock deep within the earth is moving rapidly between the tectonic plate.
I can feel the magma under my feet, and I have an urgent message to complete, the magma is moving towards the east and the temperature is cursing over a hundred degree.
The heavens above are getting warm and the landscape is changing its form. The mountain is modifying it ridge and the magma is escaping over the hill; the plates are sliding past each other, and they are spreading between one another forming a tapestry all over the place you have to get ready for the marathon race.
The city center is closing down, and the people are evacuation out of the town. You must prepare for a crucial showdown. The tapestry is spreading and transforming the entire town.
You can take my house
you can take my truck
you can take my money
I don't give a f***
but you can't take
what you can't break
you can't touch my heart
or the memories, anniversaries,
birthdays, holidays, or talks in the dark
you can't touch my heart
you can take my pension
take your alimony
take all you can get
just leave me lonely
I'll always be free
something in me
you could never hold
a rambling, restless
wandering soul
so you got the best
I had to give
now all I wanna do
is live
we're still friends
until the end
we'll help our kids
raise our grand-kids
we'll toast the life
we had together
but we both know
it was time to go
let the eight ball roll
i'll be back again
I don't know when
birthdays, holidays, anniversaries
but until then
I'll be under the moon
gazing up at the stars
serenading the night
on an old guitar
free as a bird
with a song in my heart
the sun on my shoulder
one day dumber and one day older
with nothing but nothing
before me
and nothing but you
behind me
not gone, not forgotten
just far away as a balloon can fly
that's all I wanna be
'til the day I die
so take my house
take my truck
take my money
I don't give a f___
you can't take
what you can't break
you can't hold
this wandering soul
only the wind knows
where I'll go
I'm wild and free
like I want to be
don't care what it cost
for me to be lost
just gotta go
wherever I roam
like the buffalo
it's all my home
and in the end
I'd love you again
but I'm all air
and you're all ground
your love held me there
kept me far enough down
to have a family
raise five beautiful kids
and when they were gone
you did what you did
let go of your balloon on a string
watched it sail away
until you couldn't see
does it still love you
it always will
even as it disappears
over the hill
so take my house
take me truck
take my money
I don't give a f___
you could take
and you could break
all of me
I'd still be free
Early in the day o’er in Eastern sky
Dawn comes, then sunrise =
Morning comes over the horizon
Into a new day filled with surprise
Standing in the country garden
While the grass is moist with dew
Pink roses emit their sweet perfume,
I watch the heav’nly canvas rise anew
There are colors beyond imagination
Pinks, lavender, reds and streaks of gold
The Master Artist at work for our joy
Providing all our eyes can behold
There, too, is the sun – big, yellow, bright
Ever so gently rising over the hill
This sun God’s creation to reveal Himself
The earthly reminder of the spiritual Father
As the yellow light gradually moves across the sky
I think of how I am the one rotating
Not the sun going around and around
It is planet Earth moving; I’m meditating
A song of long ago told of the sun being “lucky”
“He has nothing to do but roll around heaven all day”
God’s creation always has something to do
The sun gives light for us to find our way
‘”Oh good Lawd above, don’t you know I’m pinin’
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver linin’
Take me to paradise…”*
Like the poor man “pinin’”
We can become miserable as we surmise—
We can forget to look upward
Failing to see God’s guidance with our eyes
In Psalm nineteen verses one through six**
“The heavens declare the glory of God,
And the firmament shows His handiwork”
We learn speech and knowledge without sound
The sun as a strong man moves as in a race
Going forward from the end of heaven
With his circuit unto the ends of it
Nothing is hid from the heat” of the sun
Meditation time is over; I am ever thankful
For the blessing of the sun’s steady movement
And my balancing myself on revolving Earth—
God reveals and teaches with His firmament
Pinin’ times will come, miserable we will be
Our Father God is aware of our humanity;
His sun’s painted canvases always
Opens and close the day for you and me
Nature reflects God - He planned it that way
We are the caretakers every day
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
* " That Lucky Old Sun (Just Rolls around Heaven All Day) "
music by Beasley Smith and words by Haven Gillespie, 1949
** Psalm 19:1-6 Holy Bible
The morning started off with a bang with the noisy traffic speeding bountifully along, the early morning drivers shouting from their cars about the order and the disorder, while the loud horns continue to bellow in the street, the thundering sounds resonated all around forcing the daylight out of me.
The early morning birds stand in the tree top singing a somber tune; its melancholy voice beats in the air with a profound message that was not clear; I forced my ears to listen to it, but the waves keep screaming above it, drowning out the singing birds sound and so the mating began.
The sun burst over the hill sending rays of hopes in the sky, spilling its passion upon the earth while enthusiasm rolls in the dirt. A sudden laughter came out of nowhere, causing the people to fling their hands up in the air, they all got into a laughing fit. I esquire what it was about but they respond to me with a shout and so I had my doubt.
I long for the days when I can find that joyful rhythm in life again to be with the people that you meet, go shopping in the street and have picnic under the tree. I long for the days when I will meet with my good old friends and start my lecture at the university again; I can see those eager eyes willing to learn and their heart ready to absorb the passion from the start. I long for the days when life will take on a new meaning again.
I am ready to go but they will not stop this promiscuous show; I am ready to roll the dice and prepare for that long sacrifice; hands on deck, shoes in tack and the deer is running around the track and the wind is going around in circle.
I can feel your hands moving in front of me and the pen completing the final signature; I breathe a sigh of relief when I looked at the board, the number were breaking through the roof and the evidence was more than proof.
People start gathering around shaking their calabash around and around
and the carnival begins. A crowd descends in the street dancing to the rhythm of my heart beat and the celebration spread throughout the town erasing the somber mood and dole some frown and ushered in a nourishing feeling.
“I’ve always honored and admired the strength of our men and women in combat”
But saying ‘thank you’ always seemed kind of trite, how could I show my true
gratitude
I’m just an ordinary man, nothing to brag about just a guy in the crowd
But one day special, no, it was more than just that. God called upon me to where a
different hat.
Driving down a road in search of camping site, I stumbled upon a ranger’s station
that offered some light. He showed us a map, and told us of wonderful camping,
amenities galore a true camper’s delight.
For a mere certain price, we could get a sight for the night. Insulted at thinking of
having to pay to enter God’s country, I humbly said ‘Thank you, maybe another day’.
My wife could see that something was amiss, we returned to the car and she asked
what was wrong. I told her I didn’t know, it wasn’t the money, just something wasn’t
right, let’s move on
We headed back toward the town we’d just left, when a big white truck went flying
on by, we could see two young men, shouting and hooting… I remember thinking “ I
remember those days”
We watched as the truck went over the hill then a crash and a bang, and a flurry of
dust. Let’s turn around and see what has happened. We got to the scene and a
crowd was standing around. The truck had flipped over, and smoke was everywhere.
I noticed quite oddly, no one was helping out, like a crowd in a circus just watching a
freak show. I looked at a man and said, “Are you just going to stare?” What can I
do? I don’t know how to help. I walked to the victims and immediately saw; these
men were in trouble and needed my help. My wife was still in the car and I told her
to get out, ‘get the first aid kit and follow me quick.’ The first guy was sitting in the
middle of the road, not a shirt on his back, and a wound that was deep, exposing the
bone. Alert to my questions I asked if he was okay, “I can’t find my girl” she was with
me today. My wife came from behind and noticed the boy. “Oh my god, he looks like
our son” I told her to stay with him, don’t let him drift off, or he’ll be done.
I watch one day fades into another day taking with it the residue of the previous day and the trouble in the sea roll over the hill forcing me to keep still. I watch the day unfold and my mind growing bold, and the myriads of thoughts began to surface in the dark and I find myself in a different place.
I gazed at the sky above me searching for something that is bigger than me, but there was nothing up there and something peculiar was happening down here; the whale and the mischievous white shark rumbling on giant waves comes crashing down in the dark and I closed my eyes and grip tightly to the anchor.
I travelled into space and beheld the grace, and a fountain of stars sprang up around me, and manmade paradise gleamed from the sky like a bunch of grapes with succulent juice dripping...
There is something beyond the clouds that makes up the entire galaxy and those that viewed it with a telescope can truly report it without a doubt; there is something that is larger than man and it is the planet that we originate from; it not the planet beyond the sea but it is the planet that is waiting for thee; it has everything that you can dream of, from a crew ship to an air plane and a country bus, you don’t have to stand in line when the suns comes up you will be just fine.
You give names to the planet up there, but you must focus on the elements and the particles that are buried in the sand dust. That’s what will make you have the perfect landing. You explore the moon to build a new home, you search the moon for the buried drone, you can bring the dead bone to life, if you know how to do the moon sacrifice. I am taking my leave back to the earth and tell them what mankind destiny is about.
The days are, slowly fading away and I want to go away. The animals in the pasture are slowly grazing, they can sense what is going on; just look at how they are gazing in the distance,
It was just yesterday I was s holding on to the anchor over there and the silent breeze comes crawling in the trees and the listless morning breaks out in daylight and the years keep fading.
Dang them grey clouds are rolling in
What’s wrong with life I don’t even know where to begin
Life is down and out my theme song is being played with a violin
Bad times and down times is all I know because the good times are a has been
Up and over the hill I cant make the climb
And I haven’t even reached my prime
I think it’s here yes it’s about that time
I stand here in front of you and admit I have crossed the line
Tired of putting up that fake smile in place of the truth
I sometimes wish I could go back in time to my youth
My life is something you don’t know
I thought I was making it out but the pain only continues to grow
It’s a shame because my life cant even flow
Over the people who do me wrong
Over the people who use me for what I have
Over the people who believe they know me
Over the people who pretend they are there for me
Over the friends who call themselves real
Over the girls who think they different
I am over yall can’t you see
My life is mine it can’t be used as a shopping spree
My advice is useful and has a special key
My words are that of wisdom in which most will agree
My poems and quotes will bring you down to one knee
So stop buying my life and burning it and leaving me with the debris
I am tired of always having to put up a fight
I am weak now and but anger shall not be seen I will remain polite
Where are the real people please shine your light
Because I am surrounded by the fakes something I recite
Can’t say hi on a daily basis even if you try with all your might
So don’t call me for that favor late at night
I am tired of doing favors and being nice your taking advantage and it’s just not right
My life has no flare you guys put out my flame
Putting my life to shame
Girls should know I am too old I don’t play them little games
I am not an object in which you can claim
I am not an animal in which you can tame
What you guys and the world made me is what I became
Congratulations you all get a round of applause your in the hall of fame
For what you ask…for taking my name :/
© Jeremy Fennell
In the first flight of several young geese, in the migration going south…
The Elder goose honked time to go, and several young ones wouldn’t come about.
They knew everything. And could, naturally, do everything better on their own.
The Elder knew they’d fight as fiercely for their freedoms, as anything he’d known.
So he arranged for them to fly ahead, knowing he could keep them in his sights.
He knew, it was time to stretch their wings and taste freedom in this flight…
The young ones off to a bad start squabbled over who, among them would lead.
The leader kept a straight line until exhausted, he and the others, couldn’t carry on.
Coming down so exhausted, left them no chance for a protective lake to be found.
Later unprotected, predators were arriving, as The Elder hurried the young ones off.
He took them to a safe, beautiful lake, he knew just over the hill, beyond.
Then The Elder explained that flying point, is as tiresome as flying in a direct line.
And a puff of lift is heaven, when currents from wings ahead of you, are beating wide.
Each ones beating wings give lift to those behind and slightly to the side…
Don’t forget the leader needs to switch places or will become exhausted, with no lift.
Now, a few becoming wiser, had left the young leader to join The Elders’ group.
Others stayed, though now with eyes wide open, and much more wiser I am sure.
The next day, not surprisingly, the young ones setting out gave the Elder his due.
That lift was the greatest thing they had ever felt… Better than candy, if spoken true.
And when the young ones started to land on a most beautifully, inviting lake…
The Elder came rushing in to steer them away from the hunters that therein did await.
Now, finally all the young ones acknowledged, the great wisdom of the old.
With miles to go… No longer did they quibble over what they were told.
My moral is: there are many ways to train the young to be responsible, I am sure...
But experience speaks the loudest when they won’t listen with their ears.