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Children ..
Why are the great armies of the world not rushing to the children of Syria tonight ?
Why has the world turned their backs on their plight ?
Let's try carpet bombing the cities with loaves of bread and powdered milk with all our might !
Drop canned rations from our bombers !
Feed children regardless of political persuasion !
Take the children under our wing , free their precious minds from this misery !
Lay the ******* rifles down and let the children eat every night !
Why do the armies turn their backs on them tonight ?
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Shadows would come alive as wind chimes foretold her approach ..The romantic fervor of blustery March nightfall . Eloquent voices echoed at the altar with the collision of 'Natures Titans' in twilight vernal foray ! Western skies aglow in ferocity , every tree at her command !
Copyright January 19 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Good morning Mary Ellen , you are absolutely right .. Depression shouldn't be the focal point in a beautiful life .. Confusion easily disappears while holding hands with your best friend .. You've returned me to the miracle of creative afternoons with virtually no end ..
When you touch me it makes me want to cry .. As I implore of you to understand my darker side your eyes irradiate my night ..
All the beauty in this world returns my heart to your window ..
I've great comfort as your voice brightens my soul , solace unlike anything I've ever known ..
The joy of Winter constellations that explain the cold sky , the companionship of my dreams purveyor ,
the Muse of a wondrous poetic new life* ..
Copyright January 20 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Elven pipers gather and play at the foot of Dawn , ice sickle wind chimes begin to sound !
Gray clouds and brown leaves begin to swirl together as Twinkle Sugarbells mirthfully shakes the 'Snow Globe of Winter ..'
Couples bundled up with green coats , red scarves and brown mittens !
Smiling youngsters ride toboggans down snow encrusted hills !
Hot chocolate and warm cinnamon milk dabs a rosy glow on young faces !
Ordinary forest and backyards turn into magical places !
Snowmen pop up in every yard just like magic with sweater button eyes , Oak branch hands and Pine straw mustaches .
Copyright January 20, 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
(G)
Life as a burden is decent
Treading in hatched up waterways
Swimming in the green brine ebbing tides
Drowned in emotive stances
A being intensified in rapid torrents
Ohh my…fickleness soaked in curiosity

(J)
Decent sounds pretty substantial
I lay acquainted to swampy lowlands
My footsteps have tasted salty waters
Stepped, wadding inside the muddy landscape
Inch by inch, halfway, fully submerged
Overloaded by the tide gasping for oxygen

(G)
Populaces catwalk with intellectual deficit
Footsteps bereft of creativity and eloquence
The grounds lay dry strangling the in-between
The desert begging to lose their sandy dry skin
The forest whispers with a revolt of transformation
The luscious green splash life sparking drones

(J)
Your analogy sways the natured array of trees
The inspiration stings the sun to radiate warmth
All patched in the blueness of bellowing skies
My lungs deflate even on intense inhalation
I tarmac on the passage of time, differently wired
Intermittently cyanosed in faded lived moments

(G)
For poetry and art scaffolds and shapes reality
It sparks life and eliminates the drone mentality
Artists arouse inspiration and boost human nature
It bridges the narrowing ledge of ( human diversity/ instead of/ diverse species)
It drives conversation and deepens basic pleasantries
Rotating notions, promoted to a present and active human

(J)
I object not, for human essence is essential
A foundation of humanity that inspires and frees
A deed that dips in the depth of a lush oasis
Most sunk and waving “a celebration of celebrities”
Falsified lionization, a control of master puppeteer
Amused by insight, the reciprocal contract of empathy

G= Graff1980
J=SassyJ
I am open for One a week collaboration till March 2016. Interested? Leave a comment or message me.

No 2. One a week series collaboration with Graff1980
Graff is an empath, we bled and worried about the notion of humanity and everyday existence. Where is it we came from? Where are we heading? We wake up every morning and trend in the swampy lowlands. We live in the ever recycled lives, the robotic existence. The drones depict "we". The lack of depth in human conversation can be frustrating.... Is it an intellectual deficit?

We mused about how we live up  lionising celebrities and looking up to them. In turn we forget about our authenticity, our passion, our desire,our freedom. We concluded that poetry and creative forms enables us to bridge that essence of humanity. We indulged in the lush of the oasis, the depth of curiosity.

Wow, working with Graff was evolutional and very mind engaging. The conversations I guarantee are not just a basic pleasantry.... they go right to the core.

Thanks Graff for working with me, I thoroughly enjoyed the energy and motivation to share this contract of empathy.

Please visit Graff homepage for some of his delicacies!
http://hellopoetry.com/graff1980/
Human directives, veracities unverified  
Bellies belching with anger, murderers
Udders dripping hate, foundling banters
Hunters striking the hungered, unfortunate
Glare sight to seek the truth, hold me lets sink
Tear motions and debates of inequality

My Dafur, the realm of the fur, demise
All armed in Sudan, the arid, a battlefield
Emergency alarms sirens from 2003
The indefinite complications and hunger
A land of the displaced, starving nomads
Hear me out in these non-dissolving conflicts

Guantanamo bay detention a prison vicious
A base for “war in terrorism”, reciprocal laws
Inhumane human interrogations persists
A breach, a revolt, the hunger riots devolve
Force-feeding, torturous measures applied
All undressed, humiliated, genitalia exposed

A Rwanda slain in divide and rule
Civil clashes, mashes, all trashed
Swaying war rapes, tapes, the raves
Machetes slashing necks and hands
A lust of power, a genocide slaughter
The Tutsi slewed and unsewn from a patch

Autocratic regime boring divisions
Territorial ethnic cleansing, a holocaust
The oppression of Jews, Romanis, Poles
Homosexuals, the disabled and mentally ill
Indifference pooled in pits and camps
The institutional social indoctrination

The honor and killing to expose shame
The violation and dishonor of moral fabric
For what is “good”, “bad”, fixated moral values
Buried waists and head, awaiting stones to hit
Confessional secrets of only what lays within
A torment watching witnesses, all dangling

Marxists calls ships to stow ashore
Masses kidnapped, confused in deceit
Invalid contracts awaits signatures
The white immigrants to be enslaved
All aboard, now abroad to revolve labor
Wage packages taken to pay for freedom

Humans bought and sold to be owned
Slaves yorked and counted as assets
Bounded to serve plantations and homes
A human, non human, a chattel, a slave
A debt *******, offended and *****
Untamed and made to obey a master

A falling global strings unturned
Tunes strumming hate, war and pain
Human trafficking, violence, inequality
Child abuse, civil conflicts, capitalists
Commercialism, zero hour contracts
For if we have no rights, I have none
For if we have no peace I have none
We are in it together.........
So much inequality in the world before and now. Why can't we live in peace.
Stanza 1: Introduction to human autocracies
Stanza 2: Dafür (Sudan) ongoing civil war and people are dying of hunger.
Stanza 3:Guantanamo bay detention. The prisoners of "war in terrorism" are treated in an inhumane way. Who is the terrorist now?
Stanza 4: The Rwanda genocide where divide and rule led to civil war. Tutsi the fewer in numbers were killed by Hutu's.
Stanza 5: Honor killing where people are buried in pit and have stones thrown to them.
Stanza 6: Indentured servitude where white people/ caucasians were forced to sign contracts and then shipped as slaves to various locations worldwide. The wages earned were used to pay for their freedom.
Stanza 7: Slavery of black people. Sold and yorked as labour force.... owned as an asset.
Stanza 8: A failing global world where inequality is everywhere (disease, hunger, child abuse, human trafficking, violence, war.....) For if we have no peace I have none, If we have no rights I have none!!!
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