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hey handsome, BEND OVR and get me that soap
A FLAG AND A FAG BUT DON’T ASK DON’T TELL
curls of twisted smoke
The wisp of a whisper in a woman’s breath
Chest rising, falling and once gain rising
But none of this is a surprise come to rise
She was Phoenix risen from cigarette, cigar and weed ashes……..
You pondered,
I wondered if,
at the end the end was always the answer to how we should end
A woman who wove wonder with her will
And the marble of her flaxen and silken flesh
The wisp of a whisper in her sigh was alit in neon flashes
And I ain’t got no defense when she flickers her eye-lashes
Or dashes to my side to say
“Hi honey, how was your day?
But she was a fraud
And a liar who could not be ignored
While both grew ever bored
How was my god-damned day you ask?
He responds loudly and curtly that his day was akin to decalcifying human waste
His yesterday brought nothing new
Tomorrow too
Except that his brother Billy became a radical for the Jihad
He left for Iraq because he wove his ragged flag heaven high
As brother fought brother in the name of two divergent Gods
Actually he calculated the odds,
Did a little adding and subtracting for to arise at the sum of phi
So why he secreted himself into the smoke
and the whispered wisp of her sigh which is no longer his
Not his and that’s why he chose to die
And there are tens of thousand soldiers willing to die because they don’t know why, but Hitler ordered them to do it
Once a Jap always a Jap is a load of f*****g crap
And what are we going to do with that new gay lieutenant?
Don’t ask, don’t tell and throw him a rope
But if you ever have to shower near him don’t drop the soap
And even the Chief Of Command must confess
We’re leaving behind one un-earthly mess
© 2011.….phreepoetree ~free cee!~
curls of twisted smoke
The wisp of a whisper in a woman’s breath
Chest rising, falling and once gain rising
But none of this is a surprise come to rise
She was Phoenix risen from cigarette, cigar and weed ashes……..
You pondered,
I wondered if,
at the end the end was always the answer to how we should end
A woman who wove wonder with her will
And the marble of her flaxen and silken flesh
The wisp of a whisper in her sigh was alit in neon flashes
And I ain’t got no defense when she flickers her eye-lashes
Or dashes to my side to say
“Hi honey, how was your day?
But she was a fraud
And a liar who could not be ignored
While both grew ever bored
How was my god-damned day you ask?
He responds loudly and curtly that his day was akin to decalcifying human waste
His yesterday brought nothing new
Tomorrow too
Except that his brother Billy became a radical for the Jihad
He left for Iraq because he wove his ragged flag heaven high
As brother fought brother in the name of two divergent Gods
Actually he calculated the odds,
Did a little adding and subtracting for to arise at the sum of phi
So why he secreted himself into the smoke
and the whispered wisp of her sigh which is no longer his
Not his and that’s why he chose to die
And there are tens of thousand soldiers willing to die because they don’t know why, but Hitler ordered them to do it
Once a Jap always a Jap is a load of f*****g crap
And what are we going to do with that new gay lieutenant?
Don’t ask, don’t tell and throw him a rope
But if you ever have to shower near him don’t drop the soap
And even the Chief Of Command must confess
We’re leaving behind one un-earthly mess
© 2011.….phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
YOU KNOW, MILDRED DOVER' BROTHER SILLY, BEN DOVERAND I HAPPEN TO BE BRAD PITT'S BROTHER
STU PITT
The Brotherhood of Man
THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAN
Why can’t the peoples of the world just learn to get along?
To be the Universal Race to which we all belong.
I don’t care what faith you are or the colour of your skin.
All I know is that we’re all born from the original sin.
Everyone is someone’s love – Father – Brother – Son.
Such hatred in the world today and look at what it’s done.
Some get great satisfaction from planting bombs they make,
And death and devastation follow in their wake.
Families divided, with brother killing brother.
For every bullet they expend they leave a crying mother.
Thousands die for freedom or in the name of God,
And all the rest of us can do is lay them ‘neath the sod.
‘Why does God allow this?’, we cry out in our pain.
But this is not His doing. He has naught to gain.
Each side is certain they are right, and will brook no contradiction.
And that’s when all the slaughter starts, to force a valediction.
Why can’t the peoples of the world call every man ‘My Brother’,
And live in joy and harmony, with love for one another.
Why can’t we choose the ways of peace to forge a bond so strong?
Why can’t the peoples of the world just learn to get along?
Why can’t the peoples of the world just learn to get along?
To be the Universal Race to which we all belong.
I don’t care what faith you are or the colour of your skin.
All I know is that we’re all born from the original sin.
Everyone is someone’s love – Father – Brother – Son.
Such hatred in the world today and look at what it’s done.
Some get great satisfaction from planting bombs they make,
And death and devastation follow in their wake.
Families divided, with brother killing brother.
For every bullet they expend they leave a crying mother.
Thousands die for freedom or in the name of God,
And all the rest of us can do is lay them ‘neath the sod.
‘Why does God allow this?’, we cry out in our pain.
But this is not His doing. He has naught to gain.
Each side is certain they are right, and will brook no contradiction.
And that’s when all the slaughter starts, to force a valediction.
Why can’t the peoples of the world call every man ‘My Brother’,
And live in joy and harmony, with love for one another.
Why can’t we choose the ways of peace to forge a bond so strong?
Why can’t the peoples of the world just learn to get along?
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Posted: Nov 2011
Post CommentRock Me to Sleep
BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for to-night!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,— 10
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay,—
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;
Weary of sowing for others to reap;— 15
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,—
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
By: Elizabeth (Akers) Allen. 1832–1911
Make me a child again just for to-night!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,— 10
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay,—
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;
Weary of sowing for others to reap;— 15
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,—
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!
By: Elizabeth (Akers) Allen. 1832–1911
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Written by Elizabeth (Akers) Allen. 1832–1911Being
Ever wondered what its like to be,
A being that exists in its own reality,
A feeling, a thought, an intangible essence,
When will you grace the world with your presence?
Do you want to exist?
Do you want to be known?
Or are you all tangled up,
In the seeds that you've sown.
From the beginnings of you,
To the end of your life,
Take time to be true,
Come to peace with your strife,
For the truth is so simple,
Its not easy to see,
Which is why we continue this mad fantasy.
We live in a world of others ideas,
We live in a trap bought about by their fears,
Don't listen to them,
Don't do as they say,
Your life is for you,
Don't throw it away.
For one who believes and stands up to be free,
Will stand as a light through eternity,
Become what you are and seek what you be,
Become part of the one, omnipresent with me.
A being that exists in its own reality,
A feeling, a thought, an intangible essence,
When will you grace the world with your presence?
Do you want to exist?
Do you want to be known?
Or are you all tangled up,
In the seeds that you've sown.
From the beginnings of you,
To the end of your life,
Take time to be true,
Come to peace with your strife,
For the truth is so simple,
Its not easy to see,
Which is why we continue this mad fantasy.
We live in a world of others ideas,
We live in a trap bought about by their fears,
Don't listen to them,
Don't do as they say,
Your life is for you,
Don't throw it away.
For one who believes and stands up to be free,
Will stand as a light through eternity,
Become what you are and seek what you be,
Become part of the one, omnipresent with me.
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
truth, love and light shine on
Stronger
swept away with words and gentleness,
the woman inside melted and became whole slowly over so long.
His gentleness made the world seem like a magical world,
the girl reacted and he healed her.
And then one day she lost him and she cried,
but he is a Man who was given to her for a short time only,
now she knows He is happy and ok.
The bubble burst open suddenly one day and the warm sun shone,
her wings opened and she lifted her face to the sun, she smiled.
Now is the time to fly, the idea that there is a Man strong enough
will never die, but until she finds Him she will live and love with her
whole heart.
the woman inside melted and became whole slowly over so long.
His gentleness made the world seem like a magical world,
the girl reacted and he healed her.
And then one day she lost him and she cried,
but he is a Man who was given to her for a short time only,
now she knows He is happy and ok.
The bubble burst open suddenly one day and the warm sun shone,
her wings opened and she lifted her face to the sun, she smiled.
Now is the time to fly, the idea that there is a Man strong enough
will never die, but until she finds Him she will live and love with her
whole heart.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Time is wonderful, it helps you see things clear and look back with love on a special time with a special Man:-)LoveHomeDesire Longing Yearning
I sure have sweet thoughts of
You & Michigan:
Couldn't sleep
Home was calling loudly!
Have been to "your area"
several times
Still swirling in my memory bank of Michigan a big slice of
Heaven on earth from God:
A precious, dear spot in my soul: engraved in my heart for eternity
Where the glaciers dipped out big holes that filled w water up to 50 miles wide Mmmm ...
the potential of a great friendship of like minds:
many great MI memories:
boulder park subdivision an architectural feat
big mammoth boulder rocks weighing prob tons: in the design where the roof tops w a special design blend in w Mother Nature in swirls of brown shingles in the tree lines in a cool sub division, charlevoix going over a bridge like a lions den growling below haha..., petoskey stones, Great Lakes, Macinaw bridge, Macinaw Island famous Jane Seymour & Christopher Reeves Love story ? Title somewhere in time?
fall leaves fav, lovely Christmas evergreens picturesque winter scenes w snow beautiful as a Christmas card! The trees in Alaska not real ones in Michigan full lush white pines blue spruce in the winter swaying in the wind like a "Lady's dress with white frosting lush n cream" Mmmm ... divine
Memories of moms nurse Maxine saying to me: "you'll be back!"
I said, " how do you know?"
Max said, "you love it too much to not return!" Home calls me home much. But it has just not been the right time: maybe in the somewhat near future: I will become like a salmon swimming upstream, fighting the current w all my might to return home, to find my mate, prepare a nest in the sand bar with pebbles and join my mate there
Swimming Divine, soothing our souls w refreshing water, equally yoked sublime family commeraderie, sublime teamwork:
Hands that love because they want to not because they have to:
in the kitchen, bathroom, hot tub, bedroom suite, master bathroom built for two, natural Lighting from the windows, a view of the trees or lake, bigggg tub designed for two: candles & warm water Mmmm ..., pool,
morel mushrooms,
dads garden & cabin,
Family adventures, stories, miss fresh produce, tomatoes, sweet corn,
Fresh tender asparagus yum!!! Fresh soft cookies,
Big blueberries, orchards, fresh donuts w cider in the recipe no frosting needed piping hot warm, apples, berries, cherries, blueberries, black cap raspberries, luv red & golden, black walnuts, black sweet cherries, Mac. Island fudge, vernors cream ales', Indian trails that r now highways, cities names by Indians: Cheboyagain, Petoskey, Gaylord, Detroit, Flint, alpena, long lake sunsets, need to publish adventures, swimming in spring fed ponds, custard ice cream dipped in choc divine,
Michigan shaped like a mitten seen from space:
One can say I am from the "thumb" area pointing to their palm hand referring to above the fingers for the petoskey area, or fm the upper peninsula land of sunsets,
Lake Superior, agates, refreshing swimming, over 11,000 lakes, home calls me home to beautiful memories
Treasures in my soul
That I greatly miss
Just need one faithful honest man to make the equation endearing, lovely, enjoyable teamwork
Gods design of
love & companionship,
Loves fresh vegetables plentiful at the summer produce mkt, do you garden have fruit trees?
Miss beef steak tomatoes & cottage cheese decadent' much
A poem was brewing in my head about u & Michigan I couldn't sleep much, along w that we have had a deep snow fall which is rarely
An occurrence here
here - prob 8-10 weather warnings have landed in my email over the past many days
Bet about 12-18" of snow "literally snowed in till the plow man can make it - he must be swamped w requests"
*Snow I think is multi purpose:
best part long needed precipitation due to drought last summer & maybe its Gods way to slow down the world to peace & quiet to home & family and a nice big pot of home made soup simmering piping hot w any kind of fresh bread sure miss "Betty Crocker buns!"
Rachael_0622
You & Michigan:
Couldn't sleep
Home was calling loudly!
Have been to "your area"
several times
Still swirling in my memory bank of Michigan a big slice of
Heaven on earth from God:
A precious, dear spot in my soul: engraved in my heart for eternity
Where the glaciers dipped out big holes that filled w water up to 50 miles wide Mmmm ...
the potential of a great friendship of like minds:
many great MI memories:
boulder park subdivision an architectural feat
big mammoth boulder rocks weighing prob tons: in the design where the roof tops w a special design blend in w Mother Nature in swirls of brown shingles in the tree lines in a cool sub division, charlevoix going over a bridge like a lions den growling below haha..., petoskey stones, Great Lakes, Macinaw bridge, Macinaw Island famous Jane Seymour & Christopher Reeves Love story ? Title somewhere in time?
fall leaves fav, lovely Christmas evergreens picturesque winter scenes w snow beautiful as a Christmas card! The trees in Alaska not real ones in Michigan full lush white pines blue spruce in the winter swaying in the wind like a "Lady's dress with white frosting lush n cream" Mmmm ... divine
Memories of moms nurse Maxine saying to me: "you'll be back!"
I said, " how do you know?"
Max said, "you love it too much to not return!" Home calls me home much. But it has just not been the right time: maybe in the somewhat near future: I will become like a salmon swimming upstream, fighting the current w all my might to return home, to find my mate, prepare a nest in the sand bar with pebbles and join my mate there
Swimming Divine, soothing our souls w refreshing water, equally yoked sublime family commeraderie, sublime teamwork:
Hands that love because they want to not because they have to:
in the kitchen, bathroom, hot tub, bedroom suite, master bathroom built for two, natural Lighting from the windows, a view of the trees or lake, bigggg tub designed for two: candles & warm water Mmmm ..., pool,
morel mushrooms,
dads garden & cabin,
Family adventures, stories, miss fresh produce, tomatoes, sweet corn,
Fresh tender asparagus yum!!! Fresh soft cookies,
Big blueberries, orchards, fresh donuts w cider in the recipe no frosting needed piping hot warm, apples, berries, cherries, blueberries, black cap raspberries, luv red & golden, black walnuts, black sweet cherries, Mac. Island fudge, vernors cream ales', Indian trails that r now highways, cities names by Indians: Cheboyagain, Petoskey, Gaylord, Detroit, Flint, alpena, long lake sunsets, need to publish adventures, swimming in spring fed ponds, custard ice cream dipped in choc divine,
Michigan shaped like a mitten seen from space:
One can say I am from the "thumb" area pointing to their palm hand referring to above the fingers for the petoskey area, or fm the upper peninsula land of sunsets,
Lake Superior, agates, refreshing swimming, over 11,000 lakes, home calls me home to beautiful memories
Treasures in my soul
That I greatly miss
Just need one faithful honest man to make the equation endearing, lovely, enjoyable teamwork
Gods design of
love & companionship,
Loves fresh vegetables plentiful at the summer produce mkt, do you garden have fruit trees?
Miss beef steak tomatoes & cottage cheese decadent' much
A poem was brewing in my head about u & Michigan I couldn't sleep much, along w that we have had a deep snow fall which is rarely
An occurrence here
here - prob 8-10 weather warnings have landed in my email over the past many days
Bet about 12-18" of snow "literally snowed in till the plow man can make it - he must be swamped w requests"
*Snow I think is multi purpose:
best part long needed precipitation due to drought last summer & maybe its Gods way to slow down the world to peace & quiet to home & family and a nice big pot of home made soup simmering piping hot w any kind of fresh bread sure miss "Betty Crocker buns!"
Rachael_0622
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Posted: Feb 2020
About this poem:
Memories of Heaven Home
The Cowboy
My mind is racing my mind is torn
I lie here waiting for the morning sunlight to be my alarm
The firmness of the ground is a cowboy's bed
I pour another cup of coffee my eyes are still red
It's been a few days since I left that town
Wondering if I will ever settle down
But I must be like the roving wind
My destiny might be around another bend
Riden' and ropen'
Driving cattle to and fro
Drifting and dreaming
As the days keep trying to make me old
Get along little doggie going down the chisholm trail
A cowboy is always lonely he never gets any mail
There's a mighty lot of cattle to drive to and fro
Drifting and dreaming as the days keep trying to make me old
I lie here waiting for the morning sunlight to be my alarm
The firmness of the ground is a cowboy's bed
I pour another cup of coffee my eyes are still red
It's been a few days since I left that town
Wondering if I will ever settle down
But I must be like the roving wind
My destiny might be around another bend
Riden' and ropen'
Driving cattle to and fro
Drifting and dreaming
As the days keep trying to make me old
Get along little doggie going down the chisholm trail
A cowboy is always lonely he never gets any mail
There's a mighty lot of cattle to drive to and fro
Drifting and dreaming as the days keep trying to make me old
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Posted: Apr 2022
Post Comment
my friend angel
i have a friend so special,unique and rare
for her i do love and truly do care
the smile that sits on her beautiful face
lights up my world i just want to embrace
her heart is so honest her soul is so pure
she is definately an angel of this i am sure
her beauty and her aura are a magical treasure
with her in my life its an honour and pleasure
when i am with her she takes away my pain
she gives me such courage from this i did gain
knowing that this angel i call a true friend
she shows me true love she does not pretend
when i am wrong she dont even blame
she holds me so tight without any shame
life aint so easy it can be a stress
having her love i thank god saying bless
happiness and joy in my life she does bring
beautiful lyrics her voice will just sing
she has this amazing and powerful drive
thats why my friend angel makes me thrive
cos of her i have a wonderful life to live
i cherish her friendship my love i do give
i serenade her with beautiful flowers and charm
i will protect and keep her safe from all harm
the love from this angel is truly a special gift
one that gives me strength and a spiritual lift
the loyalty and our bond runs deeper than our past
my love for her is endless forever it will last.....
for her i do love and truly do care
the smile that sits on her beautiful face
lights up my world i just want to embrace
her heart is so honest her soul is so pure
she is definately an angel of this i am sure
her beauty and her aura are a magical treasure
with her in my life its an honour and pleasure
when i am with her she takes away my pain
she gives me such courage from this i did gain
knowing that this angel i call a true friend
she shows me true love she does not pretend
when i am wrong she dont even blame
she holds me so tight without any shame
life aint so easy it can be a stress
having her love i thank god saying bless
happiness and joy in my life she does bring
beautiful lyrics her voice will just sing
she has this amazing and powerful drive
thats why my friend angel makes me thrive
cos of her i have a wonderful life to live
i cherish her friendship my love i do give
i serenade her with beautiful flowers and charm
i will protect and keep her safe from all harm
the love from this angel is truly a special gift
one that gives me strength and a spiritual lift
the loyalty and our bond runs deeper than our past
my love for her is endless forever it will last.....
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
it about my best friend who has been there for me all my life no matter where i am she is a true friend and she means the world to me..
I Surrender
I surrender to the loveless darkness
That whispers nothing to me in the middle of the night
I surrender to another shallow day that drags me passed
The ticking tocking of the clock
I surrender to your silence
As if it had screamed sweet ‘somethings’ to me
I surrender to my perceptions
Of how it is
how it should…or could have been
I surrender to deciding no-thing
And knowing less about more
I surrender to the calendar
Marking off each day
That brings me closer to an illusionary union
I surrender to waiting...and waiting some more
I surrender to the desire
To be held dear and precious
By some other body...
I surrender to opening up a space
To let love enter
Even if it means
Being burnt to my core
I surrender to the fear
Of abandonment
That hangs over me like a fictitious ghost
I watch as this love so full of promise
Shape shifts in the shadows
Approaching then receding
Waning...waning….
Before there had been an inkling of waxing
I surrender to the letting go of the dead departed
Each last breath an unrequited
Waving a solitary goodbye
Like my first love brandishing his sword
Severing deep my innocent dreams of forever
I surrender to the loves that never bloomed
Like buds being hung out to dry
The life force being drained out of them
In premature decay....
And in their wake all that was exhumed
A memory of what they could have been
Had they not been forsaken in a jar by the door
I surrender to the timelessness
Of my insular, hollow life
I touch its chilly embrace
Like a companion I have come to despise
In cold, silent communion
Of this distasteful union
In which I bury all my inner fears
Yet we all must fall…and fall again
To rise…and arise…again and again
So I allow it to flow through me
As I surrender
I surrender
That whispers nothing to me in the middle of the night
I surrender to another shallow day that drags me passed
The ticking tocking of the clock
I surrender to your silence
As if it had screamed sweet ‘somethings’ to me
I surrender to my perceptions
Of how it is
how it should…or could have been
I surrender to deciding no-thing
And knowing less about more
I surrender to the calendar
Marking off each day
That brings me closer to an illusionary union
I surrender to waiting...and waiting some more
I surrender to the desire
To be held dear and precious
By some other body...
I surrender to opening up a space
To let love enter
Even if it means
Being burnt to my core
I surrender to the fear
Of abandonment
That hangs over me like a fictitious ghost
I watch as this love so full of promise
Shape shifts in the shadows
Approaching then receding
Waning...waning….
Before there had been an inkling of waxing
I surrender to the letting go of the dead departed
Each last breath an unrequited
Waving a solitary goodbye
Like my first love brandishing his sword
Severing deep my innocent dreams of forever
I surrender to the loves that never bloomed
Like buds being hung out to dry
The life force being drained out of them
In premature decay....
And in their wake all that was exhumed
A memory of what they could have been
Had they not been forsaken in a jar by the door
I surrender to the timelessness
Of my insular, hollow life
I touch its chilly embrace
Like a companion I have come to despise
In cold, silent communion
Of this distasteful union
In which I bury all my inner fears
Yet we all must fall…and fall again
To rise…and arise…again and again
So I allow it to flow through me
As I surrender
I surrender
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
Written during a challenging time in my life...and this too did pass.
Proof
Not only is it never mentioned,
but given different circumstances,
we may can manage.
the damage is already done.
O.k... They've won, but only a mere battle
yet, like cattle, like sheep
we're still sleep.
we still creep slowly, unknowingly deeper,
deeper into massahz clutches.
still today we won't touch this.
what's this crap that God can't be Black?
That he'd lack all things necessary to be seen
as the creator of all things
if he resembles a strong black King or Queen?
But, hold up! Look! this whole religious thing
started out from in between the metal spaces
of ethereal beings being Afrikaan.
Bethlehem, Yahrusalem, and all adjoining land,
jungle or sand
the people who got fed from tilling that land were Afrikaan.
How then can they say, it ain't that way
cuz they Bible say so?
Then I could show you proof that their not telling the truth,
and you being so used to their fiction, cause friction with me?
Brothers.... sisters.... can't you see
I just want us to be free
and not like we are today
refusing to use simple moral view to choose the right path
in light of getting rich and famous making arrangement with the cash
to lash out on me
just for telling you that we are just as worthy as all else
if not more.
Yet and still I'm sure that you still would not listen
even if you were given
PROOF.
but given different circumstances,
we may can manage.
the damage is already done.
O.k... They've won, but only a mere battle
yet, like cattle, like sheep
we're still sleep.
we still creep slowly, unknowingly deeper,
deeper into massahz clutches.
still today we won't touch this.
what's this crap that God can't be Black?
That he'd lack all things necessary to be seen
as the creator of all things
if he resembles a strong black King or Queen?
But, hold up! Look! this whole religious thing
started out from in between the metal spaces
of ethereal beings being Afrikaan.
Bethlehem, Yahrusalem, and all adjoining land,
jungle or sand
the people who got fed from tilling that land were Afrikaan.
How then can they say, it ain't that way
cuz they Bible say so?
Then I could show you proof that their not telling the truth,
and you being so used to their fiction, cause friction with me?
Brothers.... sisters.... can't you see
I just want us to be free
and not like we are today
refusing to use simple moral view to choose the right path
in light of getting rich and famous making arrangement with the cash
to lash out on me
just for telling you that we are just as worthy as all else
if not more.
Yet and still I'm sure that you still would not listen
even if you were given
PROOF.
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Posted: May 2012
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