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Dressed in orange yellow green white
Walking the streets alone this night
Beam of light do you carry
Locating the zombie and the unbury
Shuffling along dragging their limb
A long haired creature looking quite grim
You flash your light and they did scurried
They seeing you made them less worried
Along you go but following behind
Turn you do quickly light brightly shined
A fanged toothed vampire ready to bite
Quickly discouraged from your shining light
Monsters ghoul's goblins around
Dimly lit houses with ominous sound
Boo! Is the screech form behind the big tree
Jump is the feet in numbers of three
Relax you're the adult don't be naive
Tonight is the night all Hallows eve
Tricks for candies treats for a chore
The better the trick the candies are more
Watch them wisely they many in number
Someone to guard them before their slumber
In your bright vest volunteer protector
Neighbourhood watch for Hallows collector
I carry generational tears I didn’t even cry
Carry the weight of the curses, I don’t even know why
The traumas, the struggles, the lessons to be learned
The biggest one of all: Don’t leave any stone unturned
For every drop of blood that’s been drawn and bled
And for every single tear that’s been emotionally shed
It’s a reminder of the things that’s been left unsaid
And of all the things that we’ve tried to leave for dead
It’s time to wake up and it’s time to act fast
It’s time to unbury the skeletons of our pasts
It’s time to break the chains and throw away the key
It’s time to unburden those that live on after me
Your soul is suffocating friend
I feel the sadness weighting you
The pain seems to be without end
My healing love cannot get through
You’ve buried hurt for far too long
A languid fester in your bones
Recalling only forlorn songs
The years have taken heavy toll
Those memories they’ll random come
And pain will boil and surface
And though you’re usually numb
Your tears well up with purpose
I witness valiant the fight
The joust as steeled emotion
That’s cloaked in armor so airtight
Is pierced with guile corrosion
Your words attempt escape and then
As grief seeps through your eyes
Please let your tears fall now my friend
Just I will hear your cries
I’ll lovingly collect your tears
And cleanse each as it falls
Let hurt come out from all those years
I’ll help you crumble that wall
Embracing you I’ll hug your soul
Your healing has begun
Unbury joy that sadness stole
My friend, I’ll be your sun.
12/08/2017
GHOSTS
are you afraid
of ghosts wearing sallow sheets ~
buoyant floats of shrieks?
unbury the dead —
is that a bright idea?
their flesh in soiled suits
don’t dig up the past
nor nudge the burgeoning dirt
— arrest disturbance
somewhere their souls rise
righteous or with sinful pride
— don’t call the spirits
the bible makes clear
do not turn to mediums
— seek the living God
Kim Rodrigues © 4/14/2018
Isaiah 8:19 When men tell you to consult mediums and spiritists,
WHO WHISPER AND MUTTER, should not a people INQUIRE OF THEIR GOD?
WHY CONSULT THE DEAD on behalf of THE LIVING?
Leviticus 19:31 Do NOT turn to mediums OR seek out spiritists,
for you will BE DEFILED BY THEM.
I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD.
BOTH REFERENCES NIV
There is a lot of hocus pocus when
The out-of-control-child is too upset to focus.
Family struggles.
Divorce.
Grandma’s death.
Mama’s leaving.
Daddy’s anger.
No food in the house.
He is now as frenzied as a colony of angry locusts.
And engages in loads and gobs of crazy hocus pocus.
Trying to fool us with screens of smoke and mirrors,
A wizard’s go-to-trick as he tries to joke us,
Hoping to take his anger away from our focus
So we will not unbury the abject fear he has
That we will discover the wealth of sadness under the spontaneous out-of-control anger
Which he uses to fling us loose from our ability to keep calm, listen to him and
Truly focus on the problems he has been hiding from the world for a long time,
So he will not be taken away from his only remaining parent.
His family has let him know that things could be worse if he talks.
Toward Spring the Men Withdraw
Toward spring the men withdraw the peak of absence unbound with
roots above the mouth a few pull back some sand in a great hatred
of drought the fire climbs off them as off a roof we don't even know how hot
it is but in fields in the cool others of their weakness strike them you float
at the ceiling we silence them but how can they not hear us in their harsh light take us from
Arms of our ugly ones wean us we are bad girls out of necessity we silence even
daddy we kick we de-rhythm the anarchy of the world in which we spin accompanied
and cheerful take ribbons from our napes out of necessity we cannot undress
from insensible colors we don't even know how hot it is refuse us from fingers the hands
burning in their certain electrocution we came by car with eyes open
Each before a cat drew us your gentle principle which we
felt very badly we filled spaces away from you we unpeeled the air from eyes
our ugly ones you realize we withdraw in chaos multiple who kept you
in mind you cannot also kill us it's all different we rise orderly like some
remembered axes the donors we unbury above the ceiling toward spring
The men withdraw the peak of absence with roots above the mouth a few
pull back sand in a hatred of drought the fire climbs off them as off a roof
we don't even know how hot it is in fields in the cool others strike them you float at
ceiling we silence them in their harsh light take us from arms of ugly ones wean us
we are bad girls we silence daddy we kick we de-rhythm the anarchy we are cheerful
Take ribbons from our napes we don't undress from insensible colors how hot
it is refuse us the hands burning in the certain electrocution we came by
car eyes open each before the cat drew us the gentle principle we
felt badly we filled spaces we unpeeled the air from eyes you realize
we withdraw in chaos multiple we kept you in mind don't kill us it's different we
Rise orderly like some remembered axes the donors we unbury above
the ceiling and the men the peak of absence with roots on mouth pull back sand in
the hatred of drought the fire climbs off them we don't even know how hot it is in the cool others
strike them we float at ceiling we silence in the harsh light take us from arms of ugly ones
wean us bad girls we silence daddy we kick de-rhythm cheerful ribbons from the nape
Before nothing stopped me
from having unlimited fun,
forgetting how I breathed...
because He let me live freely;
somehow, I would see how wrong
and silly was my thinking,
never looking beyond things not questioned,
kicking stones for rage and moving forward!
Who hasn't seen His glory
won't understand the peacefulness inside,
the flowing water that washes away sins;
who hasn't seen His glory
can't be stripped of all human pride,
can't unbury his soul from the ugly grins!
Before in the rush of mundane things
I didn't hear a single bell ringing joyfully,
the gothic cathedral was a fathom that scared me,
I looked away and refused to enter with humility;
it's within those walls that one hears heavenly voices!
Who hasn't seen His glory
is not aware that joy can
change the dark side of everything,
why be afflicted by pain and wander aimlessly?
Prayer restores every soul and makes it wholly;
who hasn't seen His glory
will remain hopeless and thread
his useless days on roads that never lead
to happiness and Heaven;
who'll be climbing the long stairway singing?
Spring
You come along paths that no one has ever walked before,
With hands full of rain and buds that have yet to be born,
And your footsteps unbury everything winter buried in its core,
Like an old song that wakes the dead and all the lost and worn.
Why do you return with eyes filled with shattered skies,
And your soul smelling of earth soaked through with longing,
As if between us there is neither time nor distance that denies,
And you place inside my chest a small sun, trembling, belonging?
Spring, if you come, come with everything that you are,
With your trill that shatters the night like a living bell,
Let green warm grass grow inside me near and far,
And let me forget I ever knew the desert's spell.
Bring me tender morning dew cupped in my open palms,
And let the dawn wash all forgetting off my skin,
Let me feel another life flowing through me, full of psalms,
Like a river that no longer knows what it means to freeze again.
Place warm and quiet nests inside my thoughts to stay,
And in my eyes kindle gentle flames of brand new light,
Pull out the winter that still aches inside my veins today,
And cover me with your sky like a garden blooming right.
You are both the tear and the laughter of the morning hour,
You are the sacred mud from which the white cherry trees grow,
You are life's oldest promise and its ever-returning power —
That after the cold the warmer days always find their way back home.
If you come, do not leave with the first yellow leaf that falls,
But stay inside me like an unfinished hymn that rings,
So that I too, beside you, may answer when life calls,
A stem that keeps on blooming higher, past all knowable things.
Anger washes through my blood streams
While dancing demons clatter within my dreams
Voices are heard with no where to run
When loud heat rays reflect from our sun
Shadows dancing left and right
From demonic eyes deep in the night
People screaming and running around
High whistles and demonic sounds
Children raising from the shallow graves
Trying to decipher my foggiest maze
No one will listen, no one will talk
No one will reach the top or walk the walk
How do you listen to deaf sounds?
How do you unbury graves within our grounds?
Who will answer when you call?
Who will pick you up when you begin to fall?
Children raising from our crooked tombstones
Werewolves howling throughout black moonstones
Screams of fright and hungry moans
Distant valleys and untold groans
Bloody mountains and poisonous snakes
Watching in horror as our precious dead wakes
The city up in smoke and fires
Compacted cars with nothing but tires
City of destruction, valley of hate
Do I try to run or accept this fate?
Everywhere I turn there’s zombies on all sides
While the ocean blows up with tsunami tides
Creatures forced to race from their homes
While faeries and fey collide with giant gnomes
Death screams twist and death screams moan
I’m completely lost --- there’s no going home
The trees they claw at my clothes
When will the nightmare stop?
Nobody knows…