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Literature
In a kingdom full of textbooks
There stood a documentary brooks...
Literature
Take thy literacy from out my heart
I am sworn of my descartes
The paper bound proficiency pretesting
My encyclopedia festering
Literature
I awoke and flung the philosopher
'It's that rhetorician,' I muttered
And its eyes have all the writing
Inciting, with my handwriting
Literature
Elaborating and elaborating with my wordsmith
There stood a non-fiction writing
Still is inviting, still is inviting
This verse is so over written..Literature
This write I write who am I kidding
Once I felt the patent feeling acutely too,
A spark within, a flame anew,
Wouldn't deter the impetus will that took me in,
A journey's start, with heart and kin.
Once I was in love in those times of yore,
When passion's fire burned bright and more,
But my portrayal of love has since changed,
A new perspective, rearranged.
So I never been in love, they say,
Though sagely settling I been in love's way,
But yet again in all honesty reconsidering I never been,
For love's a mystery, forever unseen.
Though I felt the warmth of a summer's abided fever,
A gentle touch, a tender whisper, a sweet surrender,
I also felt the best cold of impassive winters swelling wide,
A chill that ran deep, a heart that would not divide.
I seen much of white and many of black,
A kaleidoscope of love's intricate track,
I seen more sorts of love all invented, weaved into form,
A tapestry rich, a story to be sworn.
But I wander still, in love's uncertain way,
For though I've known love's fleeting thrill,
I've also known its bitter pill.
Yet still I search, through love's uncertain night,
For that elusive spark, that guiding light,
That leads me through, the labyrinthine heart,
To find the love that sets us apart.
And when I find it, I'll know it's true,
For love's a journey, not a destination anew,
It's the sum of moments, lived and shared,
The love we make, the love we've dared.
But till then, I'll roam, in love's uncertain land,
With heart aflame, and hand in hand,
For love's a mystery, forever to be told,
A story woven, of threads of gold.
Form:
He walked upon her in the woods
Lying there, with placenta and blood on her skin
He didn't question where she was going
But knew where she had been
~unwanted, unloved, unnoticed~
He cleaned her carefully
Removed the dead weight and stains of sorrow and grief
He dressed her in royal gowns
Daily changing her value and belief
~desired, delightful, distinct~
When she was grown and ready for love
He gave her a precious stones to wear
Her adornment was a testament
To LOVE's extravagant concern and care
~powerful transformation~
She began to walk among the people
Whispered gashes flew through the air
Words tore her garments
And left her naked to the judgmental stares
~unworthy, undeserving, undone~
He watched from His window
And saw HIS LOVE packaged in an unopened box
Sworn off as a harlot with no lineage
They began to pick up rocks
~thrown away, thwarted, taken down....
down, down, to the very ground
she came up from
What can LOVE do now
When siblings break their own
Rejection is endurable
But family fault finding leaves the redeemed, in the silent alone
of the abyss
what courage can bring
LOVE out of this
She walked away, into the great unknown
With the garment of humility around her waist
Her head bowed low, and gait amiss
With all she'd encountered and faced
~with LOVE~
Seasons passed as she drudged through the days
Looking for LOVE to find her again
She had come to the line of despair
And almost gave in to the lies she discovered there
~abandoned, average,aloof~
LOVE showed up and caught her next breath
Giving back what she believed to be gone
He said, "You are the UNOPENED GIFT
My LOVE has chosen to ride upon
~given, golden, glad~
Rejoicing in the moment, HE took her away
To a City made of gold and jewels
A place where difference is accepted
And creativity with LOVE, rules
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-16-2018
Note: So many gifts Daddy God gives us, that remain unopened, because we fail to value LOVE.
No sentinel leaves his fortress
in a sudden attack and lets
his enemies own it,
no devoted soldier, who has
sworn loyalty to his country,
is afraid and runs away:
be it day or night;
be it dark or light!
Live your full purpose,
be inspiring, uplift others,
they will repay you in kind;
any life can be cut short,
who hasn't known moments
passionately wild?
Who hasn't questioned
his doubtful heart?
I have questioned myself
if I was worthy of shame,
or of a praise not given;
I'll be judged according to my deeds!
No need to plant new seeds
to be acclaimed or forgiven;
no need to feel sorry for myself.!
Live your full purpose,
honor what you chose;
you'll be remembered at death:
finaly rest under a holly wreath!
I desire my hand to endure and stand,
When the harvest toil is done.
We await the hour, yearning for a hallowed land,
Where silence reigns, and the sound of guns is none.
For long we've braved the boundless sea,
Strengthened by tempests, unyielding and free.
But now the time to journey home draws near;
Soon, these waves will carry us no more, I fear.
This burden, this curse, we’ve known before;
Its weight is no stranger to our soul’s cries.
Though flawed from birth, to sin we're sworn,
Yet at home, every deed bears its price.
And you shall pay, your dues divine,
Without bribe or plea to alter the line.
It’s blood, and tears, and toil to bone,
Until the scales of justice stand alone.
I ask you now,
When they summon us home,
Will your hand stand firm?
Where will death find you?
How near or far from the Lord shall you be?
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4. Billy, the Kid
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Yes he did kill but it was a justifiable sin.
If Billy hadn't killed them they would have killed him.
Some say he killed for vengeance but that was never his means to an end.
If he killed for anything it was for Justice for the murder of loved ones and friends.
Many don't speak of or even know this, but back then this is what all who knew him saw.
Legally sworn Deputy William H Bonney, sworn to uphold the law.
Billy was once a bonified lawman with full authority to issue warrants and make arrests.
He could kill in the line of duty without fear of prosecution, imprisonment or arrest.
The Law Was Sworn First To The Lawman To Ultimately Serve And Protect.
Billy was one of many lawmen known as The Regulators.
They were law that Lincoln County would not soon forget.
Many today also jump to the conclusion that Bonney was Billy's birth name.
He actually didn't begin to use the name Bonney until a few years before he was slain.
Where the name Bonney came from
is still the unanswered question that continues to remain.
This issue alone has been known to drive historians insane.
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6. Billy, the Kid Part 3
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To all the lonely people, I must relate
My heart is heavy, because of your fate
I, too, much like you, held that emptiness for a few
But as time wore on, the answer I knew
The story is the same, for a thousand will claim
That special one, into their life did they come
And when time past and they had their fill
You Lonely soul were the one to spill
With eyes welled up, and tears overflowing
You pondered life's existence, without him phoning
Now in your mind, there is nothing more
But pain and anguish, that's piercing your core
I feel your pain, and it shall wane
But what your going through, all the same
Do not regret, and do not fret
Just try to ignore, that internal war
Now 2bpositive have I sworn
Till the day that I die, to no more mourn
And to my fellow souls clothed in flesh
It is to you I extend my hand to refresh
In final sum, after all having been said
It is you my dear, that have nothing to dread
Another sad soul, looking for another
Replacing that loss, and to once again call Lover....
I knew back then when I was a little boy
Though I didn’t quite understand why
That when the girls I would start to enjoy
I was bound to be a Mary Ann kind’a guy.
Although to be honest, I certainly must admit
Something about Ginger had really caught my eye
I loved her curves and her really big … smile
But I was sworn to be a Mary Ann kind’a guy.
I rushed right home every day after school
Watching reruns for this girl I’d hope to spy
Skipper and Gilligan were somehow kind’a cool
But I really was a Mary Ann kind’a guy.
When I grew up and found a girl to marry me
This I tell you and I swear it’s not a lie
She was the spitting image of that girl on my TV
And just right for a Mary Ann kind’a guy.
by, Joe Flach, copyright 5/8/2010
An amalgamation of the five senses
I am lying in a field of flowers, between four others
That was not supposed to be multiple colors
But so long to the fences
I speak a language that has forgotten its three tenses
My eyes are still two but they no longer blink
For the same reason as others do
The lashes will interlink
Merely to capture you
My pupils are like blades
Stacked on top of each other, in a centreless circle
They sync when you come my way
Only to spiral
Whenever your figure fades
When you wave your hand, as you walk away
You changed the function of my brain, it no longer thinks, it can no longer retain
One thread of reason, when a thought of you is bound to reign
I do not complain
It became a fiction weaver
Of pleasure and pain
It calculates no equation, it processes no information
How could it when I am afflicted with such a fever
That I do not remain
I am dead, my heart does not beat
To the same tune as others
It does not eat, from the same spoon as two brothers do
It does not drink from the same red lagoon
It pumps blood when it feels your heat
And you would know if it has ever stopped beating
For you would not have these words which you are reading
Flood you with warmth from your head to your feet
My skin is a hot mesh to keep you warm
It stings my flesh like lightning in a storm
But do not be afraid, I have sworn an oath
That if it ever harmed you, I would walk forth
Onto a hearth, and into ash it shall transform
My fingertips leak ink whenever I think of somebody who
Could be terrified at the sight they witness
Someone so beautiful as to never inspire ugliness
I am a beautiful monstrosity through and through.
Sworn together by my troth my May bride
when joined were glad hearts on eternal date -
Rome did not fall nor the planets collide
and blessed by the Fates we did celebrate.
You wore pearls, rings of emerald and gold,
and girl, you and I an earthly child bore -
O’ Venus, heed my words that I have scrolled
for we were once the gods of Love and War.
No tempter’s dragoon, no fool’s inaction
will keep me apart or sworn vows undo,
and without further lapse or infraction
I rededicate my life unto you.
Keep me close and tight in your loving arms
and in the rescue of your mortal charms.
Written: August 2004