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Around the festive Holidays thieves
constantly prowl those wealthy and safe neighborhoods
with sickening and menacing looks:
snatching Christmas decorations,
even breaking into quite houses,
not guarded by a dog that can fend off stealthy crooks!
Exchange greetings with the UPS guy who has a busy day,
he makes sure the parcel is delivered in a timely manner;
trust him, he works hard around the clock,
never disappointing anyone with a minimal delay:
all the enthusiasm and the effort seem to matter!
Other people may come around and knock:
challenge them when they give away free magazines...
their scope is to convert you to their unfounded beliefs!
Look twice before opening your door to anybody,
use caution in spotting a stranger who looks shady;
you can be badly hurt or even be a statistic like others:
safeguard your precious life by trusting your instincts!
In the United States,
152 serial killers
are responsible
for 12,746 deaths
was not the first thing
I wanted to read
this sunny
Sunday morning,
but the news feed
had other ideas
and teaches how easy
it is for life to fall
to pieces~
it ever preaches
how a human hyena
searches for prey,
and no speeches
how we should pray!
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings. ~Jeremiah 17:9-10 KJV
young people all across this country
(The United States Of America),
this middle aged papa doth adore
stand arm against
pervasive arms that didst bore
un-necessary slain school students
robbing society of core
as unwitting targets,
sans vibrant youths
forever snatched to enter door
of homes, where loving
kith and kin no longer behold
a cherished biological product
lowered six feet under into cold
terra firmae, where Mother Earth
entombs the fruits
(ripened to their prime), now...en fold
did taken down by random bullets, which gold
din precious person murdered,
where maniacal gunman didst hold
down the trigger, which high powered weapon
loosed asper indiscriminate aim
mass destruction
of sons and/or daughters killed fired,
whence slug didst claim
another abhorrent statistic
from easy access snatching a darling dame
or handsome lad, while soundless horror
many a countenance
doth non verbally exclaim
the profound sadness,
now murdered offspring
solely enshrined within picture frame
where sorry lost life haint no board game
yet, random dice throw
courtesy of second amendment
fuels American's passion
asper right to bear arms, particularly re: cent
spate of wanton mounting killed
(within storied halls of academia)
spurred many well organized national event
reached a tipping point,
where lock, stock and barrel deadly age gent
brought together this day
(March 24 th, 2018), an immense crowd
staged across America within major metropolitan areas
(from sea to shining sea) with actions loud
her than words,
suffusing this older dada to feel proud
unsure if thine eldest progeny joined
the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
swell organized protests, which wowed!
I know who I am.
I’ve got a problem, I’m not ordinary.
I see things that are transparent.
And I never clap with the rest.
I know there are ghosts everywhere.
Some are real and some man-made.
If it’s funny I will laugh, if it’s not
I won’t pretend. I’m not here to make
Up the numbers, I’m not a statistic.
I know nothing bad will happen and
I’m not naive enough to be a sensation.
I think I’ve done something, that’s more
than the average Joe. I don’t sleep-walk.
I’m conscious every waking moment.
I can smell a lie. I’m special, perceptive.
A knowledgeable idiot, alive. Are you?
David Cox 08/02/21
When I saw your pictures plastered on billboards,
I felt bad for your family
A tragedy
A misfortune at least
So, I decided to bid you farewell
Send another sister off
It was at your funeral where I realized you were more than just that picture
More than just another number
While looking at your slideshow
I got a glimpse of your life
You were a person not a statistic
You were a friend, daughter, sister
You were a person
As tears streamed down my eyes,
I realized i was crying at a strangers funeral
Not because I was sad
but because I saw you
With every slide it felt like you were leading me down your life
Shining a light on my conditioned mind
Now I realize I was crying for your family
Seeing them trying to memorize every inch of you
Fighting with every piece of their existence
to hold on to the image they have of you
Stuck between acknowledging what happened to you
And remembering your good days
Struggling to contain the fountain I was producing,
I remembered you
And the dreams you will never get to chase
The disappointments you will never get too heal from
The opportunities you will never get to grab
How such a bright light was extinguished so violently
I cried because you will never get to heal
Forever the victim
I cried because no matter how beautiful your life was,
the last memory you will have
Is of him
I cried and cried at a stranger funeral until I began to cry for me
I cried because through you, I saw me
What could have been if I had fought
I cried because I didn’t know which was worse
Dying or being left alive to have to gather the pieces of you that he didn’t want
I cried because even in life every day seems like a death sentence
I cried because whether victim or survivor it stings the same
I cried at a strangers funeral because for the first time I said “me too.”
I cried at strangers funeral because I knew she wasn’t the first
nor was she the last
I cried for those who were never found
Whose souls will forever wonder
Whose cries were never heard
I cried for those who carried it with them because of shame
I poured out my soul at a stranger's funeral because I was exhausted
It feels like I’m always crying at a stranger's funeral.
No one heard no one listened
Now you're gone and everyone is trippin
You were so young no one payed attention
A fly on the wall a part of our life.
Our voice don't matter it hurts me to know you're gone.
No sees us no one feels our pain they look past us wishing we'd go away.
Another statistic one more dead soul. It's not your fault that that the world just didn't know
Our hearts weep now that you're gone we always saw you for the blessing that you are
You were left alone to die as in life when you needed it most no one by your side
We tried and we tried to be a family you wanted we're left to feel alone now today we cry
You're in a better place we'll miss you always please check in on us. We miss you we Need you you'll live forever in our hearts always
Rest well lost one
These streets are where the devil lives —
Where temptation breathes,
And nightmares don’t sleep.
No room for doubt.
No space for pessimists.
To survive, you need the heart of a man
Ready to conquer Everest.
Behind bright lights
And sleepless nights,
Truth bleeds through
Even the blindest eyes.
Stay on the straight path —
Or watch it turn black.
Knives don’t whisper;
They scream when they crack.
Cuts don’t heal,
They stain through the years —
And mothers drown
In their children’s tears.
These streets will steal your style,
Your charisma,
Roll you in tobacco
And spark you in a Rizla.
All for what?
For your name to fade,
Your presence dismissed,
Just another statistic
On an ever-growing list.
Stop. Think.
Before your life becomes part of the payment.
Before you’re fifteen —
Cold,
Alone,
Dying on the pavement…
Streetlights hum like a funeral hymn,
Your blood runs black, your future dim.
Another name chalked on a curb in red —
These streets don’t mourn,
They just count the dead.
She stands by the window
Looking out over the blue
For soon he will sail home
He lover oh so true
It was many weeks ago
From Valletta harbour he sailed
For the Atlantic cause
Following the convoy trail
From its industrial ports
On America's east coast
The war efforts cargo
Must never be lost
Tankers and freight
Ammunition and foods
To serve the heroic
As we deservedly should
Corvette's on the peripheral
Scouting for the packs
For these demons from the deep
And their torpedo attacks
Action stations
As the packs are discovered
Sonar kicks in
For the depth charge shower
The surface explodes
In showers of spray
As lookouts view
Any debris display
The sighting of bubbles
And traces of oil
One of the wolves is maimed
Another statistic war spoil
Days pass
As Liverpool is reached
A rare sight indeed
For a convoy not breached
This Corvette of the brave
And the hero's who have manned
Continue on their journey
To the North African lands
By the Bay Of Biscay
Into the Gibraltar Straights
Down the Mediterranean
To Valletta where she waits
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-9.php
Well I wouldn't have thought in the year twenty nineteen
When we'd start dropping like flies to something unseen
Will we ever know honestly where Corona started from
Sadly it's not like we can send it back to where it belongs
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months
China, South Korea release figures, so many lives lost
News from around the world filters, Corona now shows
You start to get a feeling that this virus will never exhaust
It was just a matter of time that this Corona appeared here
Passed by our relaxed borders it was just a matter of time
On this world where we stay this easy to traverse sphere
Viewing the media daily, sadly we see deaths figure climb
We enter into a lock-down as this Corona Chaos grows
Epidemic now Pandemic as economies begin to slow
Sadly, panic buying excels, seeing greed angrily sought
Allowing selfishness to breed, it's not what we were taught
I'm thankful my family and I have so far escaped Corona
Guidelines we've followed closely allowing us to breathe
Reading how it affects leaves a shiver down ones spine
Not to be a statistic for our families and friends to grieve
To look at what's happened as we look to our tomorrows
Is to see people reacting differently, no more pitiful greed
In the hoping Governments unite for the sake of us all
To rid us of Corona Chaos so it can no longer feed.
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Written May 6th 2020
VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY THRIST
Meet me at the fountain;
So that I may drink the water
I'll be the one clothed in righteousness naked from ground,
upto my crown;
My soul running to the fountain,
yet I don't have a cup
All I'm carrying is my mouth;
And that I'm going to speak life;
I was thirsty, and you said come
You've filled
Lord, hear me first ;
I called always already here,
You feed my thirst
When I was thirsty, you fill my cup
Meet me at the table;
Lord you're ever able;
Come and dine,
I'm yours and you are mine;
Come let us, sup together;
My soul is walking to the table;
It's because of you that I'm able;
You feed me with Your Word
You speak I heed I hear, I heard Hallelujah
Lord hear me first
I called always already here
(Ever present) you feed my body heart mind and soul you feed my thirst when I am thirsty hungry you fill my cup
Father Meet me at the table;
You who are my vital statistic that feeds my hunger and thirst
1/18/25