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The Death of Saturn

In the early morning sky before Sol erased the night
The Devil’s Triangle did possess the night

In the fourth house Father Time was to be buried
He had many children both mortals God and Goddess

In the fourth house set the constellation Sagittarius and along
side him come one of his son Mars and the Great Red Serpent

The Great Red Serpent was the king of the underworld and the Fates had cut the immortal life cord of Father Time himself

Father Time ruled his Kingdom with an iron fist and some of his children sat and
looked on with glee and watched over his enormous dark silver color coffin

Hermes was commissioned to sing a special song but one of his brothers stole his song and he decided on We Have Only Just Begun

The death of Father Time was the force of new life and a new time a new era was to be born as Father Time himself was to be rebirth in the constellation of Aquarius

Many immortals being traveled wide and far across the galaxy for Father Time funeral and some of them were attacked in space portals as they saw the Kingdom weakening

Hermes was one of the victims of these attacks but he called out the spirit of Father Time to save him

In the center of the constellation of Sagittarius came a new light a rainbow light
The light had seven distinct rays and three color were the prime

Green
Yellow
Blue

The Light run up and down the spectrum and formed into the Violet Flame

The Violet Flame energy purpose to fill the void left behind by the death of Father Time and the disarray brought on by the Devil’s Triangle

The Violet Flame 
The Violet Flame
The Violet Flame

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2016



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The Red Wagon

When I was a 6 or 7 old boy,
my mother bought me a red wagon.

I loved this wagon.
I would pulled my friends in it.
I imaged I was a bus driver.

My friends would line up
at designated street corners,
and I would pick them up.

Too many kids would want
to join in on the fun,
and I was too stupid to say no.

I would pulled when my red wagon,
was stuffed with fat and little ones.

I would get tired but I never 
turned any children away.

I loved  making the other kids
happy. I still do that today but
with reservations.

I want to make my friends and
family happy, I wish I could take theirs
and my own problems away,
and that we can pile up in some
red plane or red boat or a red car
and forget about it all.

But, none of us are children anymore
and my red wagon is too over wrought
to even carry me.

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2012

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I Am Sam

I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the one who became the first openly gay footballer in America

I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the black man
But I am Sam who does not see my gayness as having anything to do with my professional career which was a choice until like sexuality

I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the one who does not want to be judged by the color of my life style but by my actions on the field of play and the character of my heart 
 
I am Sam
I am that I am 
I am the Sam who is connected to the Rainbow Connection and I am a bridge to help others like me to come out come out no matter wherever you are to Saint Louis

The name of the Star

I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the you and I am me
I am that I am
I am the Sam the Ram

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2014

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The Miracle of Love

The Miracle of Love


Love is a miracle
Like the first morning

Love is a miracle
Like the first morning dew

Love is a miracle
Like the first seed planted in the heart

Love is a miracle
Like the Grace of God

Love is a miracle
Like the first light of love in the heavens

Love is a miracle
Like the first time praising God’s creations


Love is a miracle
Like the first flower of the Bleeding Heart of the soul

Love is miracle
Like the first Saint who prays for miraculous healing

Love is miracle
Like the first time loving the unlovable 

Love is a miracle
Like the first signs of heart break and yet love is like a miracle 


Love is a miracle
Like the first Mother giving up her Son and Daughter to die 

Love is a miracle
Like the first promise of His/Her return in the Spring

Love is a miracle
Like the first blue bird praising the sky

Love is a miracle
Like first dark night and yet the hope and promise of a new day

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2014

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Hermes Lament

In the days of Ancient times
Men and woman honors the Gods
The Gods and humans were one

In the days of Ancient times
Men and woman looked to the Gods
For advisement and were led by them

But the Gods left men and women because
They found new gods to follow worship and believe in
The gods of money and technology and dark magic

Men and woman were like the blind leading the blind
The Gods of the Ancient times were left in the background
And forgotten because the men and woman asked the Gods to follow them

The Gods lamented because the men and Woman were more like their brothers and sisters to the Gods and not children



From the Gods point of view their brothers and sisters had died because their memories of the Gods were no more
From the point of view of the brothers and sisters the Gods had abandoned them because they had lost their memories of the Gods

Disharmony and disunity was in both heaven and earth
But in time and after a time
The Cause created the effect

A clarion call went out from the Mother of the Gods
She sang a beautiful song
A song from the center of the Universal Harmony

The song was heard from the heavens and went down into the Earth
The song caused the Earth to quiver and shake
The song awakened The Aquarian who forged a new path of fiery flood waters

The Gods had returned to woman and men
The Bridge of Light was reformed in their minds and hearts
And the Gods of Ancient times lead the woman and men  
To their rightful place in the Universe of Things

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2016



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The Night Before Halloween Eve

People who are in the know say that the veil is very thinning on Halloween night. The waxing gibbous moon is a time when death walks on the face of the Earth. The Devil’s Hour is at 3 am exactly. This all must be true.

Because at 3:15 am I was visited by the Angel of Death, first I saw her dark shadow in the hall way. Was she waiting for me to come outside because I supposed that there was nothing stopping her from walking through the walls.

The Angel of Death was short and her hair was blonde and she assumed a man’s persona. She told me that her name was Adam. I got up to go to the bathroom and she walked into the room next door to me. The man in that room was an older white man and he was crying in pain. 

Was his pain from dying or in relief that he would finally be relieved of his suffering. This I do not know but when the Angel of Death left his room, her face and color changed from milky white to pale grey and her face was faceless. The room that he was in was like a waiting room for death because many people have died there.

I was afraid but relieved that the Angel of Death did not come for me. I went back to my room in fear and watched the doors and windows for hours. Like a frightened child I hid under the covers. Hoping and praying that the Angel of Death was gone.

The Angel of Death faceless face was in my mind's eye because of how she took him without a word or trace except when she left his room. The Angel of Death was nine months pregnant on the night before Halloween Eve.

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2015

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Love Like a Rose

Love is like a rose
Like the fibonacci frequency
Perfect geometry in all its curved lines

Love is like a rose
Like the shape of the heart
Filled with satisfaction and passion and love

Love is like the sweet smell of the rose
Like a romance that said what is the good smell
When your car needs to be cleaned

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2018

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Irony In the Skies

In one day it was announced 
that life could be found on other planets
was the same day that the government dropped a bomb called the mob

What life that God gives
the GoDvernment takes away

Irony in the skies
Irony in the skies

Like shoo fly pie
Nothing last forever
Run your behind and hide

What life that God gives
the Godvernment takes away in stride

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2017

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The Eagles Pray

Our Father who are in heaven
Hollow Super Bowl 52 Day	
Be thy game day and reign 
On Earth as it is in heaven

Give us this day
The Eales fans our universal victory
And forgive us our grease poles and enthusiasms
As we forgive those
Players from New England and NFL Officials
Who try to trespass against us

And lead us not into Brady and Belichcik temptations
But please deliver us from their evil

For thy is the Super Bowl 52 Kingdom
And the power and the glory
Forever and Forever
E-A-G-L-E-S
AMEN

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2018

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Aunt Dorothy Funeral

Aunt Dorothy Funeral
Written by Mel Brake

"And then, I will rise
nor more sorrow no more pain
and then I will rise when he calls my name.."

I thought about my nephew
at Aunt Dorothy's funeral
I wondered who would mourn for me
when I was loss

I watched as young people
ran out of the church
after viewing Aunt Dorothy's
white gold trimmed coffin

Who would be visibly
upset and be a fool for me

Besides the young do not
know how to handle the loss
of a loved one

My nephew called me
during her service
when I spoke to him
I thought he wanted something from me

But he said that he was calling me
because he remembered I was at the funeral

I  then broke down into a crying walk
I cried not for Aunt Dorothy

I cried for myself and my lost youth

I cried for my sister  because she lost her health
contracted Lupus in that same nursing home near the church 
Aunt Dorothy was eulogized in

I cried for my other sister who lost her mind
gave up her Baptist faith and  married a Jehovah Witness man
he was from that same neighborhood

I cried for my mother because she lost the love of her life
he would visit us in our home on 3850 Parrish street near the church
Aunt Dorothy was eulogized in

I cried for my big brother and  the lost  of our closeness
he worked in a machine shop in that same neighborhood  

He would take me downtown on the 40 bus
that still runs in that dilapidated neighborhood

I cried for the lost of $1000 that my other brother stole
Money that my mother and brother raised to send me
the first one in the family to go to college in that hell whole
of a neighborhood

I cried for the lost of my neighbor who was gay
and he had an operation to become a white woman
and married a white man who drove a Mercedes
But he moved out of that hell whole of a neighborhood

I cried for the young children who I befriended
who were lost themselves in that neighborhood
to drugs violence and prison and early childhood pregnancy

I cried for the older neighbors and friends who have also passed
I sat on the front porch and I would listen to the stories  they told about
how safe Philadelphia used to be when
 the neighborhoods looked after every child's safety

I cried and cried and cried
until I could not cry anymore
walking the streets of the neighborhood
that I grew up in what we called the Bottom

When I walked back to the church
the hearse had moved on with Aunt Dorothy
the family was gone
and the church doors were locked

I thought about Aunt Dorothy
and the passing of the torch
She was the matriarchy of the family and the Mother of the Church
what was her parting words and legacy
we suffered a great loss

Then she as an ancestor spoke

“If you loved me
keep my commandments”

“Love thy neighborhood and thy enemy
as you would love thyself”.

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2014

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