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Once freedom vanishes down the broader way
And shoulders start to droop, sore backs are sure to pay
Once fingers grip and dig, then lust for a stronger hold
Hearts tend to falter and “ The Titled” become prudish and bold
Weakness welcomes the pride of a wicked, controlling state
Men strive to mask the policies, hiding conditions they already hate
Standing to yield to corruption with a hand that salutes the brow
Risking their future to tow the line, and only if the governor allows
Once it’s over and done, freedom will never again revive
It's like a mean bronco bucking high, many find it hard to ride
Once it’s over and done and a great country looks back on the vote
Memories coveted from another time when people weren’t ordered to cope
Words spoken by the insane yet, passing over with hardly a wink
The trainer repeats his message, the chain breaks at the weakest link
Lies and deceit are sure to wear and unravel like a ball of twine
But the damage is done, all is lost, given over to a reprobate mind
Millie Brown was 12 years old.
Who didn’t like to do as she was told.
She didn’t eat her greens or even brush her hair,
As she’d spend all day sat in her gaming chair.
Oh how she loved video games – all she’d do is play
Every sort of video game every single day.
Not only did she play all day, she’d also play games at night
Hour after hour she played until the morning light.
Her brother played with his bogies, but to her that was not such fun
All Millie wanted to do was play her games until she had won.
She’d play online until she was the number 1; the absolute best
She had to make sure that she was better than all the rest.
Millie Brown was great at video games but not so hot in school
She proceeded to fall asleep in class - her mouth dripping full of drool.
“Millie Brown”, her teacher roared! “You’ve been yawning all morning”
Millie woke with a jolt to the sound of her teacher giving her this warning.
“I’m letting your parents know that you really need to go to bed
If you cannot stay awake in class then I’ll have to keep you back instead”.
It will be detention instead of games for you indeed Miss Millie Brown
Her teacher rambled on with his warning (his face wearing a frown)
“Please Sir”, Millie Brown cried, “Please don’t tell my dad”
“He’ll take away my games and then I’ll be really sad”.
“I’ll change my ways and from now on and I’ll not be so silly,
I’ll only play a little and ensure I go to sleep” promised Millie
“I know what I need to do and I know it’s for the best
I’ll stay awake in class because I’ll have had plenty of rest”.
So Millie Brown now only played her games a little at a time
She did as she was told and she began to tow the line.
She ate her greens and even brushed her hair,
Because she wasn’t always playing games, sat in her gaming chair.
Two little girls on their way home
One got caught by a grin
The rejected, walked home, alone
While pretty and fast entered sin
A father and son sit at a table
Son is drinking his steal
When confronted with the fact
Money couldn't fix the "reel"
Never home to take up slack
Always at work, serving time
The family fears that the pull of power
Makes him tow the line
So much fun to be enjoyed
Yet she is constantly ducking out
The track marks on her arm
Are strewn about
....a broken body
Don't lie, steal or cheat
That's the rules he preaches
But behind closed doors
Little children believe action teaches
.....deception
Over in the corner
Hunkered in a huddled mass
Is a grown women
Marking her arms with shards of glass
...to bleed
OUT.....OUT I SAY!!!!
.......shhhhhhhhhh!
There is sound...in the back
Be silent so I can hear
The subliminal messages
That regulate my fear
What do I believe about self
And how did I come to take it to heart
I believe I'm ugly, stupid, of no value
..........hopeless
Good things come to others
The ones who have the special gift
Me, I've learned on a fault line
Always on THIS side of the rift
Void, empty, dark, unwanted
This world is cruel and unyielding
But I am no COWARD
Grief has brought me to building
.......a river out of my sorrow
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-26-2019
Note: Until our say and our do match up, subliminal messages put us in a position to be torn asunder. May we work, moment by moment, to hear the lies, compare them to truth, and take back our personal power to be who LOVE has made us to be.
Gran stands over me whilst I eat my corn
gee, I’ve hated corn since I was born,
but my Grandma says it's good for me
so she’s cooked a huge pile for my tea!
Gold kernels get stuck between my teeth
all my friends laugh at me especially Keith.
He’s lucky he doesn’t have to eat the stuff,
I’m sick of eating corn I’ve truly had enough!
I wish that I could be like all the other boys
I have to tow the line, mustn’t make a noise,
I’ve lived with Grandma since I lost my Ma and Pa
So in all honesty my Grandma’s a real super star!
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10/4/19
As i step into this morning madness
I catch a glimpse of the cold iindifference,
The ultimate sadness
The substitute phoney smiles
Trying to hide in the erosion of the chaotic miles
Still i reach out
Just one warm heart
Will hope survive another day?
Will it pass my way
Or stray
Lost in the concrete maze
With all those trapped in the frozen gaze
Still i reach out
Can just one warm heart be found
Before it all comes crashing down
They keep missing the signs
Ignoring time to tow the line
Conforming to all that our society defines,
Until you have yours
And i have mine
Still i reach out
Amidst all my doubts
That there is one warm heart
That will not flee
And will turn about
And finally see
The real me.
Finding love in play all by design
Working overtime to keep one that is all mine
Magnetic powers not able to tow the line
Letting another love go that fails to define
Why must my life be filled with so much sorrow
I just want the kind of love that last for all my tomorrows
Opening my heart when it always seems to get blown apart
Laying my life out there being honest from the start
Lord is it possible that I may have some broken parts
Or is cupid just shooting blank darts
Can't put my finger on the reasons why
Always looking for the next love to try
Love that will reach out to touch the sky
With a woman who will find no reasons to ever lie
Things like that always seem to break this guy
Believing she is out there eager to fly
Needing this kind of sizzling hot love before I die
Not one where it all means saying goodbye
A real lady who will always look me in the eye's
Not one I will end up having to despise
Believing the right woman is out there
Ready to invest her heart and play fare
Has the ability to show her loving care
Lord, I know you hear my longing prayer's
Send me the right one without so many layers
I will await that special flower
Making sure to water it every day so it will tower
Love soaring through life hour after hour
Sharing the kind of love that will blossom as it flowers
The Man in the Mirror
Don’t you live at your mother’s place?
Are you in the basement or the room upstairs?
Are you still taking a year off from school?
How is that going for you?
How many is that now?
When your mother stops doing your laundry,
will you start to stink?
When she stops making dinner and feeding you?
Will you then be skinny again, as you need to check the mirror?
We were friends. We still are. You need to remember that.
That means I am here to tell you the truth.
I have no reason at all to lie. I have no agenda.
You are on a bad path. That is clearly evident by your lifestyle.
If you are okay with that, fine. Not much more to say.
If you are not…
I am here.
Not to coddle you, but to make you tow the line.
I will not be kind in the manner of which I choose to end your days…
As a bozo clown.
Grab a pad. A pen. Find one! Now!
The key here is a reference point. I am going to give you that.
From there… you will be in free fall until you fly.
Or…
Die.
At the top… write, “pray”.
Now we begin.
How divine the way God throws us a safety line
To remind all of mankind
We need to follow behind in his footsteps
To help us define his holy sign
That will help us refine
Gods love that is so divine
Making sure that we understand it's by his design
The scriptures tell us of his son healing the blind
Believing in my mind
IT all comes together so fine
Teaching us how to unwind
What we have wronged in our lifetime
Keeping our souls safe to tow the line
So when God sounds the horn
The ones left behind we won't have to mourn
Free of Satans scorn
That we can be reborn with his sworn truth
Leading us to the promise land
He taught us to understand
God is the king of all man
Who has a grand plan
For all his children to reach the holy land
Where it all began
A place that Satan and all his followers are banned
For going against Gods plan
Satan promising to corrupt as many as he can
Only to abandon us once he has us by the hand
God gives us the strength to go the whole length
Away to be free from satans decay
By teaching us when we pray
He is with us throughout all of our days
Clearing up all that Satan lays in his hellish ways
Giving us a shield so he cannot prey
To take our souls away
To have vanished in a blaze of fire
Listening to an evil liar
So we all need to seal our fate
With Gods holy deal
That heaven is for real
Allowing us to feel Gods love
That he sends all of us from heaven above
His divine presence
That gives us a reference to why we die
When we take flight
To a place where it all comes into sight
where everything will be so bright
All because we followed God into the light
As the fires burn up our forests
and the deadly floods ravage our earth
All the traitors inside of the WH
give America new fascist birth
Our brothers and sisters patrol us
with the weapons of war that we made
As the songs they once sang about honor
about freedom and liberty, fade
They are building an army against us
search for people of color to blame
Armed with weapons of war in our cities
hidden faces are proof of their shame
As Republicans lie to the people
some reporters reply with a wink
And the viewers are all left to wonder
what was truth, what was lie, what to think
This is now a complete insurrection
being led by commander in chief
And the GOP Sedition Party
falls on all like a blanket of grief
We must all tow the line for our freedom
march together and then stand as one
It is now our time to be heroes
show the world how democracy’s won
To be. To feel.
To feel, to love,
To love. To rage,
To rage, to die
Like a good Romantic, or to sleep like this,
Ghosting about
Like a loose plastic bag
That flaps on a windy night
Under a sodium street lamp’s
Eerie all-submerging light.
O Shakespeare, pity us,
O Wilkes, O Pope,
O Voltaire, O Heine,
O Byron. O Shelley,
Shed tears for us.
We have mislaid the liberties
You fought for.
And the truths you taught us.
The Board of Standardisation
In the interests of this nation
Will suppress the imagination.
Like ranters at Hyde Park
We’re still good for a Sunday lark.
Our patrons are benign
as long as we are innocuous.
They’ll allow a little room for satire
(as long as we keep our hats on)
Just to show what sports they are.
Toothless protest’s just a cliché,
But don’t let slip a waspish quip,
Or “Sirrah, Sirrah, the whip!”
Tow the line. That’s fine.
“Douse that prophetic fire by nightfall, sir,
Or the neighbours will complain.”
A D-Notice served on the brain
deadens every joy and pan.
Cross the heart with this red pencil
And with this stencil write:
THE END OF ART.”