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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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A Song Contained in Silent Refrain
I do not want to preach to the choir
Nor do I want to preach for the choir
But I do want the chorus to understand
That the music in their collective soul
Also sings within the chambers of mine
No one can own or imprison freedom
Shackles and chains cannot contain the heart
Walls will never impede the breath of Jesus
From cooling the embers of hatred's stain
and
Freedom cannot ring in souls of silence
Nor do I want to preach for the choir
But I do want the chorus to understand
That the music in their collective soul
Also sings within the chambers of mine
No one can own or imprison freedom
Shackles and chains cannot contain the heart
Walls will never impede the breath of Jesus
From cooling the embers of hatred's stain
and
Freedom cannot ring in souls of silence
#freedom
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Neanderthals Vs Cro-Magnon
Sticks and clubs and spears
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
The preferred weapons of cave-men
Killing the other
To cleanse the holy chosen
of the lesser one
Neanderthals verses Cro-Magnon
Since the one beginning
Look how far we have not come
Washing of the brain
Creates a swamp of runoff sins
Embodying the seven
Grounds ascension into Heaaven
Wilfully shuttering the windows
Opportunity once opened to the soul
Became descension
Falling in his deep black-hole
Swollowers and followers
of one who tells false prophesies
The Kool...
#lies
#betrayal
#war
#apocalypse
#hypocrisy
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December 8th, 1980
Tonight is a night of special remembrance for me.
It is more than an anniversary of the death of John Lennon, which is an anual day of mourning even after 40 years. I still feel the sorrow and pain of that night. But there is a bittersweet memory connected to John's death that to this day affects my every day life. And although I would trade without delay or second thought, every poem I have ever written to stop the murder of John Lennon, it was because of his death that I am to this day a poet and lover of verse. I note this every year on this date because it so profoundly affected me...
It is more than an anniversary of the death of John Lennon, which is an anual day of mourning even after 40 years. I still feel the sorrow and pain of that night. But there is a bittersweet memory connected to John's death that to this day affects my every day life. And although I would trade without delay or second thought, every poem I have ever written to stop the murder of John Lennon, it was because of his death that I am to this day a poet and lover of verse. I note this every year on this date because it so profoundly affected me...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Will Spring Ever Come?
My heart shivers this cold Winter Eve
Not from the icey air outside this window
But from the fear your heart has grown cold
And the memory of me is nothing more
Than broken crystals of fallen flakes
That once were a beautiful white blanket of snow
My feathers have shattered into distant vagaries
And oh how I so badly desire the warmth of your inner fire
To light my night and melt the fear to vaporous clouds
That will once again become snowflakes to soften our steps on the slippery ice beneath our feet
I miss you more deeply than a...
Not from the icey air outside this window
But from the fear your heart has grown cold
And the memory of me is nothing more
Than broken crystals of fallen flakes
That once were a beautiful white blanket of snow
My feathers have shattered into distant vagaries
And oh how I so badly desire the warmth of your inner fire
To light my night and melt the fear to vaporous clouds
That will once again become snowflakes to soften our steps on the slippery ice beneath our feet
I miss you more deeply than a...
#anxiety
#friendship
#fear
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Hope Springs Internal
So much negativity pricking my skin with external anxiety
While hope fights back from within my bloodied philosophy
Thorns piercing my brow threatening my unholy mind
As the sun also rises after the starry night has burned my windows blind
Awakening to a new kind of dawn when false prophesies go silent
Finally released from the cage of my own bars of dark confinement
There is a brightness enlightening my spirit to possibilities
An eternal spring erupts from the core of my insecurities
Washing away the flames that turned my heart to...
While hope fights back from within my bloodied philosophy
Thorns piercing my brow threatening my unholy mind
As the sun also rises after the starry night has burned my windows blind
Awakening to a new kind of dawn when false prophesies go silent
Finally released from the cage of my own bars of dark confinement
There is a brightness enlightening my spirit to possibilities
An eternal spring erupts from the core of my insecurities
Washing away the flames that turned my heart to...
#hope
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Empathy For The False Prophet
Did you cast your vote for the beast who tells false prophesies?
Who casts a dark shadow erected of opulent fallacies
Erections made and paid to mistress phallus fantasies
With taxpayer dollars transferred to lands with strange currencies
As the virus greed infects love with the hunger of his lustful needs
But what is love to an empty heart filled with silver coins it bleeds
He can't be Lucifer for he was never an angel to fall from grace
Though his only empathy is for the seven sins that construct the sly grin upon his face
Murderer most fowl...
Who casts a dark shadow erected of opulent fallacies
Erections made and paid to mistress phallus fantasies
With taxpayer dollars transferred to lands with strange currencies
As the virus greed infects love with the hunger of his lustful needs
But what is love to an empty heart filled with silver coins it bleeds
He can't be Lucifer for he was never an angel to fall from grace
Though his only empathy is for the seven sins that construct the sly grin upon his face
Murderer most fowl...
#betrayal
#GunControl
#hypocrisy
#morality
#deception
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Stain Upon Ugly Stain
Get off of my skin, I can't feel!
Shread the flesh from my neck
For those who embrace hate
Have painted my soul blood red
With the memory of lives that matter
And only Justice can wash away the stain
But her robes have been stripped from her body
Set afire in cities of red, white and black
The pain pours from my eyes, blinding me
Yet showing me the plain truth
Of why white must shout BLACK LIVES MATTER
Because so many still cling to a long dead past
Where they believed blacks were not people at all
So the murders...
Shread the flesh from my neck
For those who embrace hate
Have painted my soul blood red
With the memory of lives that matter
And only Justice can wash away the stain
But her robes have been stripped from her body
Set afire in cities of red, white and black
The pain pours from my eyes, blinding me
Yet showing me the plain truth
Of why white must shout BLACK LIVES MATTER
Because so many still cling to a long dead past
Where they believed blacks were not people at all
So the murders...
#hate
#murder
#war
#racism
#inequality
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So Much More
So Much More"
How can I write a poem about my childhood heroes when they die?
As if the pain of mourning could overcome the pain of murder
So Rusty and Tom Terrific must take a back seat
To the deepest pain of all
The pain that I feel when those who are supposed to serve and protect
So callously kill and heartlessly hate with nightsticks and knees
When freedom is stomped on and tazed until dead or paralyzed
How can I reminisce about World Series games and no-hitters
When so many have no life and no future because the color of their skin ...
How can I write a poem about my childhood heroes when they die?
As if the pain of mourning could overcome the pain of murder
So Rusty and Tom Terrific must take a back seat
To the deepest pain of all
The pain that I feel when those who are supposed to serve and protect
So callously kill and heartlessly hate with nightsticks and knees
When freedom is stomped on and tazed until dead or paralyzed
How can I reminisce about World Series games and no-hitters
When so many have no life and no future because the color of their skin ...
#sadness
#grief
#death
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Have You Heard?
To be heard
To be heard
In written
Or in spoken word
Vibrating in one ears
Or rumbling within the mind
As tennis players guarding their court
Words ramble on when two lovers court
To outdo each others muse dueling to a draw
While drawing with imagery pictures of the heart
Heard pounding out the beat in hopes of being heard...
Did I paint
Perfection
On your face
In shadows color
A midnight rainbow glow
Or was it plain black and white
That revealed the word's silent meaning
Woven in the fabric of...
To be heard
In written
Or in spoken word
Vibrating in one ears
Or rumbling within the mind
As tennis players guarding their court
Words ramble on when two lovers court
To outdo each others muse dueling to a draw
While drawing with imagery pictures of the heart
Heard pounding out the beat in hopes of being heard...
Did I paint
Perfection
On your face
In shadows color
A midnight rainbow glow
Or was it plain black and white
That revealed the word's silent meaning
Woven in the fabric of...
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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Advice To a Lost Friend
The light one sees when looking at God
is nothing but the skin of a human.
The real God is beyond your reach until you open your windows.
If you look at me and see a man covered in dirt and grime
with tattered clothes and smelling of a foul stench,
you still know nothing of who I am.
It may be I am a homeless person who has no money for new clothes
or to even wash the ones on my back, or
it may be that I am a hard working man that just came from a particularly nasty job.
So what good is it to see God with your eyes?
You...
is nothing but the skin of a human.
The real God is beyond your reach until you open your windows.
If you look at me and see a man covered in dirt and grime
with tattered clothes and smelling of a foul stench,
you still know nothing of who I am.
It may be I am a homeless person who has no money for new clothes
or to even wash the ones on my back, or
it may be that I am a hard working man that just came from a particularly nasty job.
So what good is it to see God with your eyes?
You...
#faith
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Poetic License
If I could take poetic license
Wishing to be the inspiration
Tugging at your fingertips
I would imagine you sitting at your desk
Atop a tall tower with only one window
As you etched your emotions into the fibers
Of parchment with your ink stained quill
Then upon finishing your verse
Folding the page into a paper airplane
And sending it out of the glassless window
Where it takes flight on a breeze
created from the warm and sensual waves
Emitting from your heart and directed by your soul
As I...
Wishing to be the inspiration
Tugging at your fingertips
I would imagine you sitting at your desk
Atop a tall tower with only one window
As you etched your emotions into the fibers
Of parchment with your ink stained quill
Then upon finishing your verse
Folding the page into a paper airplane
And sending it out of the glassless window
Where it takes flight on a breeze
created from the warm and sensual waves
Emitting from your heart and directed by your soul
As I...
#MyInspiration
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3 Seeds - (lyrics)
Youth learn through emulating eyes
From the sound maestros of their lives
Teach them to express empathy,
kindness and everything you know
Of humility, self-esteem;
that harvests reap from seeds you sow
Proud parents who express no love
raise sensile children down so low
Once planted in an open heart
the seeds of hatred sprout then grow
Pride injects a hypnotic high,
enslaving egos in it's flow
Craving ever more, then crashing
from withdrawal addicts come to know
Three seeds of prejudice raise a
misguided spirit...
From the sound maestros of their lives
Teach them to express empathy,
kindness and everything you know
Of humility, self-esteem;
that harvests reap from seeds you sow
Proud parents who express no love
raise sensile children down so low
Once planted in an open heart
the seeds of hatred sprout then grow
Pride injects a hypnotic high,
enslaving egos in it's flow
Craving ever more, then crashing
from withdrawal addicts come to know
Three seeds of prejudice raise a
misguided spirit...
#hate
#lyrics
#freedom #inequality
#freedom #inequality
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