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without a trace
it was as if
it never happened
traveling about this beautiful landscape
one may take notice of
a small pocket of evidence
a tiny hint of
an ugly truth
only to be summarily dismissed
as an afterthought
....
and as autumn encroaches
in shades of November leaves
the nostalgia of family
takes center stage
with joyful ruminations
of gatherings past
....
so thankful for our blessings
as the many of us
are soon to join in prayer
over extravagant banquets
with the Lord in our thoughts
and love in our souls
.....
in honor of a holiday
that was borne of
a most ruthless genocide
innocuously glazed over with
a baste of
football family and food
...
and as autumn encroaches
in shades of November leaves
the many of us will
travel this great land
journeying over miles and miles
of unmarked graves
...
awed by such breathtaking scenery
never once giving ponder to
of the millions of breaths
that were taken
never mind the manner
in which they were taken
...
let us join in jubilation
we the children of God
and be thankful
for all that we have
as castaway spirits cry out
in hushed tones
Published 2nd Nov 2015
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3rd Nov 2015 9:40am
Wow bro. What a way to "bring down the spirit" of the holiday!
Lmao. Jk... This was absolute truth
N it reminds me of that 'other' time tested truth... Ignorance is bliss!! Amen n giving thanks to your 'food full of thought' on the REAL history
behind history!!
Lmao. Jk... This was absolute truth
N it reminds me of that 'other' time tested truth... Ignorance is bliss!! Amen n giving thanks to your 'food full of thought' on the REAL history
behind history!!
6th Nov 2015 6:47am
-The silent storm heading way,
is what I felt here, the brewing:
"it was as if
it never happened
traveling about this beautiful landscape
one may take notice of
a small pocket of evidence
a tiny hint of
an ugly truth
only to be summarily dismissed
as an afterthought "
-Something that makes the
heart & mind clutch, in trying
to enwrap such a thought
around a massive tumor or
contusion:
"and as autumn encroaches
in shades of November leaves
the many of us will
travel this great land
journeying over miles and miles
of unmarked graves""
-then this, made me recline
ghostly in my spot of reste,
from the powerful nature
endured but sacred.. .here:
awed by such breathtaking scenery
never once giving ponder to
of the millions of breaths
that were taken
never mind the manner
in which they were taken
...
let us join in jubilation
we the children of God
and be thankful
for all that we have
as castaway spirits cry out
in hushed tones ""
Speechless truly, as I have
came here many times over, just
to spell words that will never
equal to what you have shared.
Thank you for this one
-Howlings
is what I felt here, the brewing:
"it was as if
it never happened
traveling about this beautiful landscape
one may take notice of
a small pocket of evidence
a tiny hint of
an ugly truth
only to be summarily dismissed
as an afterthought "
-Something that makes the
heart & mind clutch, in trying
to enwrap such a thought
around a massive tumor or
contusion:
"and as autumn encroaches
in shades of November leaves
the many of us will
travel this great land
journeying over miles and miles
of unmarked graves""
-then this, made me recline
ghostly in my spot of reste,
from the powerful nature
endured but sacred.. .here:
awed by such breathtaking scenery
never once giving ponder to
of the millions of breaths
that were taken
never mind the manner
in which they were taken
...
let us join in jubilation
we the children of God
and be thankful
for all that we have
as castaway spirits cry out
in hushed tones ""
Speechless truly, as I have
came here many times over, just
to spell words that will never
equal to what you have shared.
Thank you for this one
-Howlings
6th Nov 2015 6:54am
a trace of jubilation, a trace of bitterness.
what sorrow, what regret we must ponder under those November leaves...
what sorrow, what regret we must ponder under those November leaves...
