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It’s okay to be nervous
But there’s no need to fight
When colors flow inside of shapes
You have taken flight
Directions will be pointed
But you’re flying much too high
Caterpillars may inhale smoke
But eat plants to Butterfly
Put that in your pocket
It’s still too soon to see
Calm child, your only worry now
Is how to Drink More Tea
It is the glue that binds us all
Like a Milky Way of toads
Not all venoms taste so sweet
Not all Big Bangs explode
For this place holds a balance
Despite its ever scattering mess
The brightest stars super nova
Within their ego deaths
The implosion of undertow left
Is so dense that it is black
Inside of it light cannot escape
And that’s your beacon back
Now we’ve reached a point
And would you look at that
You’re looking more and more like me
And I a Cheshire Cat
You’re getting so much bigger
And the hang of this place
You’ve eaten the right mushroom pieces
And now you want to race
But before you venture off
And go be on your own
I must forewarn not all that live here
Want this fabric sewn
See while this place’s purpose
Remains to figure out one’s toll
There exist a house of cards
That aims to take control
And if they knew the things I’ve told you
Already I’d be dead
I can still hear the shriek of her voice
Screaming “Off with his head!”
They torture us inside the courtyard
For being who we are
For contemplating philosophy
And expanding minds too far
They’ve found a way to take our treats
And replace them with their tarts
They are boy and girl, but not like us...
The king and queen of hearts
The famous duo and powerful friends
Only want control
You’ll find them at the very bottom
Where demons infect your soul
See, the tarts they manufacture
Once you try you cannot stop
White coated hares recommend them
While their masters sit on top
Once you’ve tasted just a few
For an even smaller amount of time
You can no longer live without them
No matter how many times you try
And once you’re on their hooks
They take away your life
Drug to the courtyard to be judged
More pain, agony, and strife
But it’s at this point you should realize
Before you hear her shout
That I warned you of all this
And have told you the way out
Just reach deep in your pocket
If the situation becomes grotesque
And if you figure it out you’ll know
Why a raven is like a writing desk
Trees are alive. I have eyes. We look at "Trees" as we ride or walk by. Trees seem to have "Eyes". Does that"Tree" see you when you water it or touch it or when you cut it down to try to rebuild your home town? "Trees are "Alive"."Trees " will survive,and do survive,and "Trees " help keep those on this "Earth Alive"! I lye between my womans "Thighs when I look her in her beautiful "Eyes". Trees have always sheltered us: We who are "Humans"Animals,insects,birds,and those that live in the "Trees"would be "Dead"and in their "Graves"without "The Creator" who "Created "The Tree" that has given "Shelter"to us all to include you and me.Where would you and me be without the bush branch,and the "TREE"?The "Tree Of Life" is all right ,because it has been extended to you and me,and that is why we have not found ""The Eyes" that exist in a "TREE"!Does the "Trees and Bushes have "Eyes" that we have not "Discovered Yet"? I am a "Scientist"and a Poet"who realizes that all is not known by man or any life form." The Corona Virus " has caused a "Hell Storm" and is doing serious harm!!! Do "Trees and Bushes" see us when we walk by? We need to discover where "Trees and Bushes and Plants" have a seeing "Eye". Do the roots of a "TREE" see us when we are buried and in our graves?We who are logical realize that "Trees" mainly grow in "The Ground" that we walk on and stays "Together",and helps us overcome stormy unpredictable weather in our days here on earth. "Where did "GOD" put "The Eyes" on "The Trees"? That baffels me"! God gave "Creatures Eyes" so that we can see! Is a "Tree" a "Creature",or something without eyes that can see?Echo Location is in a "Tree". Is that how a "Tree" can see"?I see the "TREE". Does the "TREE" see me? Where did "GOD" put the "EYES" on the "TREE"?Sometimes "The Lord God Almighty" tickels me",because I really think that a "Tree" can "SEE". There is "Someone" who knows what goes on "Behind Closed Doors". Can "Plants" really see"? That is a "Mystery".It is a "Plants Eyes" that we cannot see,and have not discovered,above or below ground as the sun comes shinning down: It is "The Tree" or Plants Eyes that we cannot see: Look at a "Tree". It looks at you and me,and at "Eternity". It is bound in "GOD'S Earth" for the "Eternity that it sees and does see where it wants to be! Happy Eternally.Amen In Jesus Name I Pray.
Not a day passes by, not
thinking about you,
believing in my love, which I
know is true.
Waiting for you, to come back,
with a lot of hopes, but no
regrets, which I lack.
I sit down crying, hurting
myself,
praying that you will realize, my
love, by yourself.
What did I do wrong, that you
left me?
Isn't there anything pure that
you see in me?
What happened, when you
hugged or kissed me?
What happened, when you
wanted to stay by me?
Was I not, a wall protecting you?
If not, then tell me, where I
screwed?
I can change, the tides of time,
even with blood, as I write this
in rhymes,
waiting, breathing, bleeding, for
only one day,
standing wide eyed, for a single
ray,
of hope, to see you return,
and give me a chance, to show
my concern,
for you, and only you, whom I
love,
ready to even battle, the gods
above,
with a power, to bring heaven
and hell as one,
for, the only one,
who is you, my heart,
without whom, my life is torn
apart.
Is this betrayal, or just a phase,
to watch me suffer, bleed and
phrase,
my pain, my blood, my inner
happiness,
that has turned me cold, to
numbness.
My tears have dried, crying for
your return,
as I have turned hollow, and
started to burn.
Think about, the good times we
had,
the love, the smiles and the
bond we shared.
There was not a single day,
when you did not call me,
only to hear the words, 'Love
you honey'.
Every day, and every night,
I hold on my phone, really tight,
waiting for a ring, or just a
message,
which was my beating heart,
and my life's passage.
What is it now, that you detest
in me,
that you chose, to just leave
me?
I am in despair, which I dont
show out,
for this is another battle, a war,
a bout,
that has brought this, sickness
in me,
awakening, the demon inside of
me.
Now I stand deadly, with rage,
transforming, even as I age.
But all through this, it does not
conquer me,
for there is something that lets
me be,
in a way, that you wanted me to
stay,
filled with love, and a question
that makes me pray,
oh god! ! Please bring her back,
to me, my love,
please dont punish me, with
your wrath from above,
and all through this.....I
continue, to ask this question
that would be,
dear, 'Why did you leave me? '
I feel that I am gone
I feel around the sun
I feel God has no plan
I feel the stars shall fall
I feel I'll break away
I feel I'll touch the earth
I feel I'll rip my shirt
I feel that I shall kneel
Concerning all that’s lost
Let pride find his own way
I guess I'll sing a song
I guess the time has come
I guess I'll pick this dust
I guess I'll kiss the soil
I guess it's time to weep
My tears shall cleanse the world
Let all those that have seen
Let them cry out in grief
Let them sing my chorus
Sometimes I am insane
So why then son why now
Why now do you resist
Since when have you first thought
Thought this is all a waste
I am I was I will
I am the son of sun
I was the kin of moon
I will be seen by all
They all will see the moon
They all will praise the sun
They all will hear my voice
They all shall chant my name
A kneeling man shall seek
A kneeling man shall see
A kneeling man shall find
What we all seek to say
A kneeling man shall hear
A song the moon shall play
A kneeling man shall know
What brought this world to dust
So why then now I ask
Why now do you see fit
Why lust for what can kill
Are you so ignorant?
It’s sad the way you speak
It’s sad to see your eyes
You’ll rip what you will sow
This aint the script to write
Who asked for you to speak
Who asked for your input
This knife that’s in my hand
Shall change the world you know
But son my name is moon
Your kin though you are man
I’ve watched as you have knelt
Just stand remove remorse
This world’s not yours to take
We’ve lost so many years
This world is all that’s left
To right the wrongs we did
Your pride will end us all
Don’t turn your back to me
I’ve watched you while you slept
My blood runs through your veins
Just hear me out will you
You’ll scorch the very earth
The sun won’t be so pleased
You’ll sign your life away
Collating ones own worth
A better man you’ll be
The world shall seek you out
A hero will be born
Let anger wash away
The song I sing to you
Will bring you peace inside
Will heal the wounds you have
Now wait just one more thing
The knife, just leave it here
A pen you might just need
Go teach them all you know
You know now what to say
You’ll say it everywhere
You sing with me you will
We’ll sing the song of words
By A Godlo
SMILING FACES
Intro: shalom, hi, hey and hello,
welcome to my poem called smiling faces, where all faces are not the SAME.
But some of them, are the face of FAME. And others, are the face of SHAME.
But nonetheless, not all faces here, value their good NAME. And you know? Because some of them are full of GAMES; also out for GAMES; and so, it doesn't matter if their good NAME gets DEFAME. And so, without further a due, here's my poem called SMILING FACES; and goes a little something like this:
Sometimes, some smiling faces, is the very FACE, that will take you PLACES.
And have you to MOVE, and get you on the GROOVE; have you to go more than a MILE.
And still, have you not to go WILD, be WILD; and also to act WILD.
And be straight foul.
But instead, some of them would PROFILE you, see your FILE; know your STYLE, while they have you to SMILE MILD like a little CHILD.
And sometimes, there are some of them, that would SKIN and GRIN with you and plus, at you, WHILE they give you ah glass of GIN to sip on; and hope that, you don't SIN, but lift up your CHIN, while they take you IN like a true FRIEND and FAN.
And see you through, up until you can STAND and FIEND for yourself at the very END.
For sometimes, there are some of them, who would smile at you and plus, smile with you and even smile in your face; and still think that you are a WASTE, simply because, they cannot get into your good GRACE, SPACE, CASE; also, FACE. And so, therefore, they just want you to be out of the RACE. Because you have such ah beautiful smile, FACE, TASTE,; also PLACE. but anyway, deep down INSIDE, with all jokes ah SIDE in some of their MINDS; also heart, BEHIND their smiles, some of them are as WILD as a CRODOCILE running on TILES. And trust me, I am not in a DENIAL. For I have been THERE; also HERE, for AWHILE; definitely I know their PROFILE; also STYLES. For many of them are DEFILE and full of GUILE. and why is that? It is because, some of them, are always LIEING, and have something to HIDE. And so, for that reason, they are not as open and WIDE like the blue SKIES. For many of them goes under DESGUISE and doesn't want to be RECOGNIZE for their LIES; or for being SLY. And truly that cannot FLY in my EYES, for I find them to be pretty SLY and I cannot let it FLY, SLIDE; or RIDE and DIE without keeping a close EYE.
TRAUMA BAY
Of true evil, I’d had barely a peek
But this day would be an education
A full immersion in the fetid reek
The foul depths of his soul’s violation.
Indescribable draining sensation,
It leveled its shoulder, knocked out my wind
Stop spinning room, dig deep, began again.
Although miles away we were from the crime
We felt the direct impact on our hearts
His trigger pulls pierced many souls each time,
Bodies punctured, shrouded, lives torn in parts.
Shock waves broke spirits, families apart.
It was his ghoulish realm made manifest,
Backwards kingdom of delusion, unrest.
CHAOS
United by our common urgency
The fair-skinned devil in our own backyard
Morphed into citywide emergency
A distress call radiated outward
The nation slowly turned its eyes southward
Our easiest, natural reaction
Find the inner sword, and gird for action
JANE 1
A loving deed, rare and touching to all
Warm, kindly neighbor from across the street
Taking her friend, the senator to call
Sweetness like yours, I would cherish to meet
Just not with your blood pouring on my feet.
Half whisper, half gasp, you told me your name
“Ma'am, we’ll take good care of you.” Heart aflame.
JANE 2
A still form on the gurney, lying there
Soul dangling on the thinnest thread of life
Crusted crimson stain in her ruffled hair
The same height, same build, same age as my wife
Eviscerate me, invisible knife
CAT scan on the screen revealed the damage
Twisted anatomy, bullet ravaged
HEROISM
Between heroism and everyday strides
A simple matter that we were prepared
The gulf, in reality, not so wide
The tools and skills we wielded, not so rare,
A thousand heroes happened to be there.
Yet together we formed a solid wall
Resolute warriors answered the call
But of heroism, one thing we did learn
Between appearance and reality
The public laurels that a few did earn
Oft unaligned with actuality
How image misconstrues causality
Media promulgated story lines
Have so many false agendas behind
The convenient plot lines of journalists
Tales of what has supposedly been
So little to do with real turns and twists
Tangential resemblance to the blue screen
The actual truth of all I have seen
Yet all the falsehood cannot steal the pride
The fated day's true heroes hold inside
4/5/16
The mountains engulf and embrace me,
Like the sun shining through a window,
Pulverising the darkness and gloom,
With hopefulness and truth,
Making me aware of my possibilities,
Not numerous but few -
Allowing me to choose between two.
I prioritise, and focus just on one goal,
Resolve to achieve my ambition,
Find in myself my actions and am spurred on,
To proportion the gulf which stares up at me:
The chasm flees when normal people interact;
The unsaid but spoken disappears instantly,
Providing me with care constantly.
The view exists as humankind exists,
But while many people beg to differ with one another,
Nature eats up those who can't be edified -
Those who augment it with a god to trace,
Whatever is said, whatever is done,
Mustn’t be normal, easy - natural,
But rather should be contrived and conventional.
That we evolved is dear and liberating,
As a lover who wets her beholder’s cheek:
Faithful relationships soothe our spirits,
Connecting us with nature and public;
I know I came from the mountains and the hills,
From which I take courage, vigour and have duty,
From rugged, sheer beauty.
Is this beauty crude, or does it manage,
The looks of my accusers who bare me?
It dismisses them with assumptive glare,
Kindness gently certifies their stabbing buzz,
Until heaven and hell are constructs waiting to touch:
Which, but for the inside’s surmise, will indeed myself mar,
And but for my silent thoughts, which do the spartans bar.
The view also relinquishes flightiness for me to pour,
Over the collars of the parallel and the same:
Marched in by sociopathers, the directors of freedom;
I receive from naturalism’s stance, it's posit,
Billowing amounts of heart, drive and chance,
And decide to accept the opportunities which will embrace -
In concern - with well-being, affection and grace.
My suspicions, intentions and instincts see the complex,
How it should be deconstructed, with pleasure,
Out with the validated by a clergyman or Christian leader,
Who evince as harder and more boring than nails;
What entails then stimulates on into waving meadows,
And so, not silenced by the silence I sit in having cried -
Feeling accepted and taken - I'm respected to them deride.
I play golf as much as I can
while still thinking of my fellow man
I haven’t figured out the economy
because it puzzles me
still no recovery with the things I’ve done
oh well what the hell
as long as you can see my good intentions an I tried
that is what is most important to me
I’ve been accused of telling lies
how you figured me out that is a surprise
all of my promises I make don’t come true
I count on ABC, CBS & NBC to protect and cover my ass
and help me fool all of you
my enemies claim that I and my administration
are corrupt with scandals through and through
I challenge any of you to prove your wild allegations it if you can good luck
millions of people are out of work
Republicans keep saying I’m a jerk
to many people were working anyway
now they have more time to play
thanks to me and my socialist policy
I'm not a Christian but I do pray to my god Allah everyday
America’s been the leader of the free world for too long
it’s time we sing a different song
leading from behind is the song I sing
taking America down a notch or two is my thing
is what I believe I need to do
the military is to strong I believe that is wrong
that’s why I apologize every chance I get
for America’s atrocities as I see fit
when I Barack Hussein Obama was elected president
I was very very much surprised
because I never ever did anything to pay my dues
I was so unqualified I still don’t understand
how I was able to fool all of you
some of my constituents say I'm a narcissist
that is true now so let me salute all of you with my middle finger
all of my perks are great and life style to
playing golf and basketball is what I love to do
while the worlds troubles are in chaos boohoo
flying around in a great big plane
and living in a big mansion that's insane
but my wife still loves to complain
and all the millions of dollars I am able to
hide away for a rainy day
all the people around me
tell me every day how great I am
playing at President is the job for me
you may now get on your knee to worship me
I believe I have become a King you may also kiss my Muslim ring
those of you who disagree with me
and decide to take a pass then you can all kiss my black ass
Written by Dennis Davis
June 16th 2014
A man should first know his own strength,
what it is he can and cannot do,
our physical power is no small thing,
use it wrong and you’ll be truly screwed,
they’ll take everything away from you.
But on the right job, or in self-defense
it’s a boon that can make all the difference.
A man should know that he has to work,
that without it there’s no dignity,
that hand-outs just put you on a leash,
make you someone else’s property,
for them to move around endlessly.
To truly be free, you’ll have to labor,
earn the respect of yourself and your neighbor.
Man should know of his nation’s past,
what it cost to get where we are now,
the good and the bad, and who sacrificed
to give us the life freedom allows,
not all folks with this chance are endowed.
It is our duty to see it live on,
to not do so would leave our children wronged.
A man should know to carry a knife,
and to own and use a firearm,
to know the when and why of such things,
in defense only should he cause harm,
or if hunting food down on the farm.
But trusting to fate will leave a man dead,
you must have the tools to hand evil its head.
A man should know how to spend his money,
how to plan ahead and make a budget,
and to put aside for the unforeseen,
it always hits when your least expect it,
and a killer lies within large debts.
It’s not just cash, it’s hours of your life,
things are easier when you spend it right.
A man should know that human nature
is something that’s never going to change,
and all who think they’ll ‘remake’ the world
as either childish, evil, or insane,
their ideas end in nothing but pain.
Treat people as the mixed batch they are,
at least then you’ll have the chance to go far.
A man should know that women are built
different not just in body, but in mind.
Each sex will have its natural strengths,
and we play to them all the time.
Given our aggression men will find
use in restraints from old chivalry,
no matter the protests of the feminazis.
A man should know how to be sincere,
to be honest in his life and his work,
to hold close to a firm code of honor
so as not to devolve into a jerk,
but to still remember how to hurt,
because if you can’t, if you have no backbone,
then you can forget a life that’s your own.
In the green Adirondack foothills lies
the haven of our old summer camp,
once a place of adventure and outdoor joy,
and the loud cries of precocious scamps,
their energy you never could tamp,
scurrying ’round on small, rapid feet,
leaping into the pond without a beat.
I remember coming here myself,
gazing up at the grand totem pole,
the mess hall with fieldstone fireplace,
where countless tall-tales were told,
and lordy, was the pond bitter cold!
There was a trading post for candy, snacks,
and toilets which all amenities lacked…
To scampering kids it felt like we were
far off in a rugged wilderness,
that tall white pines just rolled on
in a vast and uncharted forest,
and we were just the ones to explore it!
The only sign of steel on our trails
was a pair of rusted, forgotten trial rails.
Then I came back here as an adult
and found the revelry was long passed,
the town had bought up all the old camp,
no kids raced swiftly ’cross the grass,
it had been too good of a place to last,
folks blamed it on poor demographics,
cell phones, and parents afraid of risk.
I suppose I should be thanking the town,
because the made the space into a park,
at the very least it will be preserved,
even though it’s missing that old spark,
and youngsters sprinting ’round on a lark,
they’re even cleared out some new ground…
by tearing half the rustic buildings down.
The trading post, now a picnic pavilion,
the staff cabins now an empty field,
the docks pulled up and carted away,
the pond belongs now to minnows and eels,
not entirely sure how I feel,
out there we swam and swamped canoes,
now it’s blocked off from public use.
The mess hall, at least, is still standing,
they say it’s becoming a historic sight,
but to see it still present, all alone,
somehow just doesn’t feel all that right,
with its clap-board fading in bright sunlight,
at least the boat-house still rises near,
though it’s probably collapse within the year.
I turned away in a very glum mood,
made my way to my car rather slow,
thinking of all I had done here
that my children are never going to know,
there are few places like this left to go.
it brings a well-known though to my mind:
Damn you, damn you, damn you time!